Trapped in the Encante | o/o or small group? closed

(You’re good!)

Teeth glistened in the moonlight, dripping saliva. Slow breaths could now be detected, seeming to yearn for the cold air. The large, deformed thing seemed to shiver, not with the cold, but with excitement. Muscles pulled taut, dark fur shifted. In a swift movement, it pounced, not on the whistling man, but the smaller woman.

( @imNOTdenki)