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[color=1a7b30]Flickering candles in the dark shadows of the woods moved, the creature that haunted Warlington over the centuries was awake. It rose from its lair and strolled through its forest at a leisurely pace as the sun set beyond the horizon. It had no little care for this monotonous tradition these days. They celebrated the sacrifice with a festival, the creature could hear the sounds echoing through the trees. The humans feared death more than they feared its wrath, how very different the new generations were from the ancestors who made a pact with the monster of the woods. The ancestors who had the decency to fear the unknown. 

A large skeletal maw unhinged itself to left out a dull croak of noise. The sky would render itself dark for the creature soon and as the bright glow of the sun cast its red hue on the town, the birds fled their nests and screeched across the skies above Warlington. At least they knew fear, they knew to flee the very sound of the awakening. 

What even was the point in accepting this sacrifice? The creature wondered as it passed through the forest. Darkness fall and the festivities ended. The town went dark shortly there after, save for the circle of candles around the fountain at the center of the main road. A supernatural darkness followed, should any civilian attempt to peer through their window to catch a glimpse of the horned beast all they would see was shadow, not even the candles could penetrate the shade cast upon them.

The beast entered, as it always had, from the forest and across the fields to the welcome sign at the front of town. It drew breath, the black cloak masking its physique billowing despite there being no breeze. The air was eerily still. It moved forward, its pace unhurried, the sacrifice wasn't going anywhere. Wait, was the sacrifice was crying? That was new, they hadn't done that in many years.

Large skulled head tilted as amber eyes peered down at the sobbing thing. It had crumbled to the floor, this one was different. The beast rose and looked about the silence of its surroundings. No noise, save for the quiet sobs of its sacrifice. What was the beast to do with this? 

Already hesitant to accept this year's offering and perhaps cause a bit of chaos for the humans who had taken over its lands, the creature slipped back into the shadows. Why not change things up? It could be fun, something different, something new. He left the girl to cry herself to sleep, leaving behind only a [url=https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0713/4075/products/skull-and-flower-1.1_grande.jpg]bone pendant[/url] to mark that the beast had even been there.[/color]