With a gentle crack, she fell face first into the ground. Her head was drenched in confusion as she attempted to comprehend the shapes and teeth around her. A warm and familiar embrace closed in around flesh, staining its surface with stale breath.

She turned a sore neck to look up, to be greeted by a smile of lies and crooked lines. A face she didn’t know but somehow recognized all the same. Hands of twisted bone continued to grasp her frame, contorting and cracking as it constricted her movement.

The longer she stared into it’s dead sockets the more unease joined the cuddle. The creature rasped and lent forward to place a tender display. That’s when she strikes.

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