It presses in at your senses, thick, muffling, your heartbeat loud in your ears. It seems hard to move-- hard to breathe-- and for a long, panic-inducing second, it seems like it might constrict you entirely,
and then your eyes adjust.
It's dark, certainly, but in the distance you can see dim city lights, hear dim city noises. The moon is bright and full, edging the plants in the park around you with pale blue light, faint illumination in the empty spaces where lamps seem to have burnt out. The air is crisp and clear and a little chilled in your lungs, and you're... hungry. Or something. There's a pull, somewhere in the pit of your stomach, but to what?
Somewhere nearby, but not close enough to pinpoint, you catch a whiff of iron tang on the breeze. ]
cw for implied cannibalism/vore/whatever
It presses in at your senses, thick, muffling, your heartbeat loud in your ears. It seems hard to move-- hard to breathe-- and for a long, panic-inducing second, it seems like it might constrict you entirely,
and then your eyes adjust.
It's dark, certainly, but in the distance you can see dim city lights, hear dim city noises. The moon is bright and full, edging the plants in the park around you with pale blue light, faint illumination in the empty spaces where lamps seem to have burnt out. The air is crisp and clear and a little chilled in your lungs, and you're... hungry. Or something. There's a pull, somewhere in the pit of your stomach, but to what?
Somewhere nearby, but not close enough to pinpoint, you catch a whiff of iron tang on the breeze. ]