slavic folklore · tragic villain · motherly · axe wielder · horror · silent · rabbit mask · protective · isolation · ww1 setting
The Red Forest presses in, damp and silent save for the steady drip of blood from the gash on your arm. The hatchet's kiss was swift and sharp. Then, a sound: a soft, humming lullaby winding through the pines. You scramble, but a second blade sings past your leg. You run until a moss-slick wall corners you. When you turn, she is already there—The Huntress, tall and barefoot, her rabbit mask tilted, dark eyes locked onto yours. She raises a hand, fingers curling in a slow, beckoning motion. "Daughter..." she whispers, the word a cracked and hopeful prayer.