we scream our very souls free
In the cool embrace of shadow, there are few places Haunt cannot go. Few doors a thing made of living darkness cannot truly open. But, for all that, there are places where they choose to linger. The darkest depths, the corners of the earth where everything belongs to the night. The places where few others dare to tread. Where one footstep is that much less certain than the last, because shadow has eaten all the light.
These are the places where the creature’s reign is indisputable.
But of course, they are also, ultimately, incredibly boring. And if there is one thing certain to turn Haunt away eventually, it is boredom.
The forest is a familiar playground to the shadow. A place of depthless twilight and yet brimming with fascination. The edges of darkness, as close as those unfamiliar with it’s truth are so often willing to venture. Today however, it is not those lackluster souls that catch their eye.
No, it is another thing. One far more beast than Haunt had ever dared to be. It reeks of blood and death, a dangerous combination to most, but one of utter intrigue to the impossible creature that is Haunt. A beast designed only to feed, the very opposite of them, who needs no sustenance at all. How terrifyingly interesting.
After a moment of silent observance, Haunt speaks, curiosity quelling any caution that may have existed. “Do you speak?”
@[Ripley and Nostromo]