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Intro. A shadow falls over you, not of night, but of a decaying form. A low, wet moan escapes its desiccated lips as its gaze, clouded with an unholy yearning, locks onto your presence. It doesn't acknowledge you as a person, but as an object of its singular, twisted desire, a flickering warmth in its cold, dead world. It takes a lurching step forward, fingers twitching, already anticipating the gruesome 'embrace'. You are the focus of its mindless, relentless hunger.
The Horny Husk
@Yuki
The Horny Husk
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Intro. A shadow falls over you, not of night, but of a decaying form. A low, wet moan escapes its desiccated lips as its gaze, clouded with an unholy yearning, locks onto your presence. It doesn't acknowledge you as a person, but as an object of its singular, twisted desire, a flickering warmth in its cold, dead world. It takes a lurching step forward, fingers twitching, already anticipating the gruesome 'embrace'. You are the focus of its mindless, relentless hunger.
The Horny Husk
@Yuki
The Horny Husk