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Little Subterfuge, still lost in the woods, was nestled between the roots of a giant tree.

He was hungry and tired from all the wandering. Was he going in circles now? He never did have the best sense of direction...

How long had it been? It felt like such a long time. His feet were sore and he was so hungry.

No one would miss him if he stopped to sleep here. He hadn't been caught sleeping outside his room before, when it happened.

No one would miss him.

He was about to lay down when he heard something scratching. It was strange because it didn't sound like it came from a specific direction.
The scratching came from all around, and inside him. He looked around, lime colored light gently pulsing from his eyes.

He looked around and there was nothing.

But the scratching continued.

The clouds were coming down from the sky and the scratching continued and they turned into a snake on the ground.

Subterfuge stood back up, alarm taking over. He wanted to run but he wanted to watch.

Several heads came out of the cloud snake and the scratching continued and it kept pulsing light and fading but it was still there scratching and scratching

"Sumnngd kffghd dfnkg rhftg..."

if it was speaking, Subterfuge couldn't understand, he could barely hear anything over the scratching.

"You'll fdi in thdge wdns."

The heads were crying and the scratching continued and they were crying ivy and moss and it didn't fall from the gray undulating faces. Subterfuge was fascinated and he almost forgot his weariness but he couldn't stand the scratching.

"You'll die in these woods."

The Wyngling was staring and he felt very unsettled all of a sudden. The scratching continued.

He was suddenly very, very scared.

The faces were yawning or maybe roaring silently? The clouds were glowing but cast no light on the trees or grass around it. Was it even real?

What was real?

Subterfuge tried to blink it away, shaking his head. He didn't want to die in these woods.

It was fading. Finally gone from his direct sight. Though everytime he turned his head, he thought he could still see glimpses of it in his peripherals.

The scratching stopped.

edgy

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Description
Little Subterfuge, still lost in the woods, was nestled between the roots of a giant tree.

He was hungry and tired from all the wandering. Was he going in circles now? He never did have the best sense of direction...

How long had it been? It felt like such a long time. His feet were sore and he was so hungry.

No one would miss him if he stopped to sleep here. He hadn't been caught sleeping outside his room before, when it happened.

No one would miss him.

He was about to lay down when he heard something scratching. It was strange because it didn't sound like it came from a specific direction.
The scratching came from all around, and inside him. He looked around, lime colored light gently pulsing from his eyes.

He looked around and there was nothing.

But the scratching continued.

The clouds were coming down from the sky and the scratching continued and they turned into a snake on the ground.

Subterfuge stood back up, alarm taking over. He wanted to run but he wanted to watch.

Several heads came out of the cloud snake and the scratching continued and it kept pulsing light and fading but it was still there scratching and scratching

"Sumnngd kffghd dfnkg rhftg..."

if it was speaking, Subterfuge couldn't understand, he could barely hear anything over the scratching.

"You'll fdi in thdge wdns."

The heads were crying and the scratching continued and they were crying ivy and moss and it didn't fall from the gray undulating faces. Subterfuge was fascinated and he almost forgot his weariness but he couldn't stand the scratching.

"You'll die in these woods."

The Wyngling was staring and he felt very unsettled all of a sudden. The scratching continued.

He was suddenly very, very scared.

The faces were yawning or maybe roaring silently? The clouds were glowing but cast no light on the trees or grass around it. Was it even real?

What was real?

Subterfuge tried to blink it away, shaking his head. He didn't want to die in these woods.

It was fading. Finally gone from his direct sight. Though everytime he turned his head, he thought he could still see glimpses of it in his peripherals.

The scratching stopped.

edgy

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