Mud Monsters and Pack ghosts

*Mortis* · 05-31-2020, 12:39 AM

It was easier to walk the path in the light of day. The grasses were familiar, the only home he had ever known. Nothing ominous, or wrong, about their gentle waving. They were simply… the plains, as they had always been. He couldn’t forget the night however and bolstered by the day only made him more determined. A part of him suspected his sibling had been playing a prank on him. He just didn’t know how.

It wasn’t too long of a walk, but there was some back and forth trying to find the same spot. Everything had looked different in the night time. Where had it been? He wearied the spot had never even existed, before he walked right into it. Ground giving way to dirt and sand, and there they were. He froze, unwilling to contaminate the scene with his steps. He leaned forward, sniffing, and examining with his eyes. “See anything?” he asked his friend in a hushed whisper.

"Mortis"

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