"Th-the creature... Fog... Mist... Animals speak... Of a tall man, thin, black as shadow ... with no face and ... vines on his back... They are afraid of it..."
He remembers the whispers in the scent left by the deer. Keep moving do not stay we are frightened... And his mother's crying.
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Date: 2012-11-20 05:01 am (UTC)He remembers the whispers in the scent left by the deer. Keep moving do not stay we are frightened... And his mother's crying.
"...takes you and you are gone..."