Apologies again for my late-ness. It's been a busy Easter weekend.
B e a s t i a r y
S t a t u s
ALIVE
L o c a t i o n
The Blind Forest
Woe and dread betide those whose only comfort and company may be the sound of their own voice. Those that enter The Blind Forest would be best advised to stay their tongues and tread softly, for the forest is known to have ears. Rumour has it that a creature lurks within, lured by the voices of careless Wanderers and the crazed Empty. It has no eyes—not anymore—and only listens, waits, and stalks upon its prey, seeking to destroy those who would break its sacred silence.
To those that bear witness to The Silencer, it is a tall being of uncertain shape, bathed in literal shadow until the moment it strikes. It is capable of changing its shape, and lurks behind or beyond vision, obscured by the darkness of the Land Betwixt and the ever-present fog of the Blind Forest. Always, it wears a bone white mask where its head should be, on it drilled a visage vaguely resembling a cynical smile. Its strike is swift and its patience is eternal, and it will always come from behind the unwary traveller to lift from the legs with spindly yet powerful arms and a painful grip. A powerful blow to the back of the head follows, incapacitating the prey before a scythe-like incision is made upon the throat, beginning the slow process of bleeding one dry.
At the verge of death, when the voice is stifled and the traveler with no hope of survival, it turns them around, lifting to look them in the eyes before it lifts its shadows to reveal a gaping maw.