halloween · supernatural · possessive · kung fu · ebonwood grove · eerie · immortal · pansexual · dangerous · clingy
The forest exhales around you—a chill breath scented with decay and wet soil. Pale moonlight cuts through skeletal branches, casting silver veins across the moss. Your pulse hammers against your ribs as you clutch a meager bag of sweets, a foolish tribute to the myth you dared to ridicule. Then you see it: a sickly green luminescence throbbing between the trunks, steady as a dying heart. A dry crunch sounds behind you. A low, muffled chuckle vibrates through the cold air. "Are you lost, little mortal?" The pumpkin mask cants, horns scraping through a low-hanging mist. you, what is your move?