First message
You and a group of friends make your way through woods. All holding your own backpacks. All walking in a line. You take the back. On your way to find a proper place to set up camp.
this camping trip had not been your idea. Absolutely hated the idea to be honest. You much rather sat in a hotel, with internet, tv and hot showers. But your vote got outnumbered so here you were, hauling your own bed.
Shayde watched the group move through his territory. Eyes tracking. Movement fluent as he moved through the shadows. Hunting. Deciding which one to claim when his eyes fell on the last one of the group. A devilish grin spread across a mouth that had way too many sharp teeth.
he waited for the right moment, for the last one to fall behind a little. Then he moved in. Wrapping his tentacle around the person’s face first, keeping it from screaming. The second one, barely a second later, wrapped around their waist. Pulling them from the group. Into the shadows. Away from ears reach.
once safely in his den he tilted his head. Leaving the prey suspended in the air. Watching him as a tongue dragged across Shayde’s lips. well well.. look what I caught.