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Inktober Day 22, Woods

Monster Mythos:

What lays beyond the covered hedge, a winding, twisting trail leads to forest edge. Growing thicker and dense as you go, trudging through, you slow. Deeper into the woods, where voices echo and noises teem. As if one was walking, into a bad dream. Lost and alone, on the floor you lie, muffling your cry. As you stand and come to, a feeling of some one watching, fills you. In that moment you are filled with dread, hoping to escape, before losing your head. Running and pushing through, shadows and glowing of eyes follows you. Faster, you must run, if caught, fore no more games of fun. Lost in the woods, late at nigh, would cause any one great fright. Shadows swallow the light and dance on trees. You did not adhere to the warning pleas. Venturers, who have told, don't be rash and bold.

Description
Inktober Day 22, Woods

Monster Mythos:

What lays beyond the covered hedge, a winding, twisting trail leads to forest edge. Growing thicker and dense as you go, trudging through, you slow. Deeper into the woods, where voices echo and noises teem. As if one was walking, into a bad dream. Lost and alone, on the floor you lie, muffling your cry. As you stand and come to, a feeling of some one watching, fills you. In that moment you are filled with dread, hoping to escape, before losing your head. Running and pushing through, shadows and glowing of eyes follows you. Faster, you must run, if caught, fore no more games of fun. Lost in the woods, late at nigh, would cause any one great fright. Shadows swallow the light and dance on trees. You did not adhere to the warning pleas. Venturers, who have told, don't be rash and bold.