[@ineffable][@gohKamikaze][@Redcovey][@Song Book][@Alisdragon911][@Dark Light]

Hay, wood and fabric was flying everywhere, it was a show of scarecrow carnage wherever you looked. Straw limbs being chopped off, patrons being thrown like rag dolls, some were even hiding amongst the trashed furniture. Every detail didn't pass Knutik unnoticed, he felt every emotion and feeling from every person in his vicinity. Fear, anger, excitement, adrenaline, servitude, protection. However, as a scarecrow was swallowed by the floor in a mess of shadows, he realized he could feel someone radiating an emotion that, given their current situation, didn't make sense. Calmness. Someone among them was void of any worries or fears, someone who shouldn't be. With his claws pierced through the chest of a scarecrow he turned to look towards the source, and his wicked gaze fell upon the little girl from earlier, standing unphased near the fireplace, untouched by the carnage of straw. He then pieced together what she first said when she appeared in the tavern's door frame. [i][color=goldenrod]"I've lost my straw doll, can you help me make a new one?"[/color][/i] 

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The wraith-like monster was nowhere to be seen until shadows grew underneath the little girl and tendrils of blackness coiled around her legs and torso, trapping her where she stood. A looming form of darkness towered over in front of her with sharp teeth threatening to pierce the very air she breathed, a green inferno visibly burning within the jaws with eyes to match. A heavy breath that could almost burn the skin was felt as he spoke. [b][color=ed1c24]"YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS DON'T YOU?"[/color][/b] His voice was booming yet he wasn't shouting. His mouth remained agape and oddly never moved as he spoke, but the snake-like grip around the little girl did tighten ever so slightly.