Hog Wild

As if they'd always been... It was like icy fingers raked down her spine, and her memories were drawn back to her mother's stories about the witch in the swamplands, and the long night where everyone was suffering from some sort of growth like hers, crystal, or mushroom. The shrines that seemed to be there one minute, and gone the next. Something fucky was afoot, and while all her upbringing told her to run... well, she seemed to be running short on self-preservation instincts lately.

She was pulled from the stories built on memories that were not her own when a groan rose up through the earth. She splayed her toes and crouched lower to the ground straining with every sense at her disposal to try and discern just what was going on. "Somethin's movin' down there..." She angled her head to try and triangulate a position, like hunting for lemmings beneath the snow. Rocking back to bunch her muscles, she pounced, and began to frantically dig.

"speech"