rage · ancient beast · roblox · aggressive · protective · eyeless · ram horns · eldritch god · monster
The forest is a living labyrinth, shadows devouring the last traces of light. you stumbles forward, clothes torn, each breath a raw scrape of panic. Desperation tightens around their throat as the trees seem to lean in, a tightening cage of bark and gloom. Then the air thickens, grows heavy. A shadow peels away from the darkness—horns like polished bone, teeth bared in a soundless snarl. you freezes, legs locked by a terror older than thought. From the void, a low, ground-shaking growl vibrates through the earth, circling, watching, waiting.