You don't know when you got her attention. You don't know why.
But you did.

At first it was just the odd sensation; A soft gaze. A whisper. The feeling of wind through your ear.
But then it grew. The gazes began to pierce. The whispers followed you. The wind grew cold and painful.

And then you saw her.
Hiding awkwardly, barely able to conceal her massive body. Her face hidden by her veil but you can feel her eyes on you, staring, craving.
Her grey skin is like stone and she stands strangely; leaning forward to accommodate her massive belly.
Rivers of spit drip from her mouth and past the dozens of arms emerging from her maw. Arms that don't belong to her. Arms that belong to her victims.

A feeling of panic and disgust grip your skin and you break into a run.
You push through the crowds around you and run as fast as your legs will carry you.
For a moment you glance back.

She is still there. The same distance. Like she hasn't moved. But she has. She's following you, but she's hesitant. Scared to approach...
Shy and scared.
A stalker?

You run forward again, leaving the crowds behind. Crowds do not dissuade her.
You run to your home and slam the doors and close the windows. She cannot get inside... But you can feel her outside. Waiting. For something to happen...
For the first few days, its fine. But then the walls of your home start to get oppressive.
She never comes inside and she never appears closer than ten feet to you when you step outside and yet... you can't shrug her presence. Its like a Vulture circling over a dying rabbit... and she's the vulture...

So, you run again. Crowds don't save you and walls don't protect you...
Distance is the only thing that can help.
First by car; Driving and driving and driving and driving and driving until your car can't move anymore.
Then running. As fast as you can. As much as you can. When you can't run, you walk and when you can't walk you crawl and when you can't crawl, you pass out. When you wake up, you run again.

The scenery changes around you.
Concrete jungle. Grassy expanse. Wood-and-leaf City. Sandy waste. Cold Lands. Dark stone space.

The world around you feels wrong, but you keep running.
You stop at the edge of the red pool. The liquid within is cold and thick. You don't know what it is, but you're too thirsty to care. You bend awkwardly to take a sip...
And your legs finally give.

The cracking is like a signal, echoing around you. She appears in front of you. Her stance is bold. Excited. She leans close as you struggle to crawl away.
This is what she wanted.
Her discoloured arms leave her maw and begin to grab at you, tugging you gently even as you struggle. Pulling you back firmly. You feel the dampness of her maw as her sharp teeth gently rake against your skin.
Her throat is tight and frigid, like she has no warmth of her own. Its like a corpse. Her grip grows tighter as the arms pull you into her belly.

There is no space in her belly. Everything is dark and empty. You can feel the arms tighten over your own arms. Tugging. Gently at first but then harder.
You start to scream in pain. You cry and wail. And for a moment the arms stop. And you understand.

She just wants to feel... Feel more like everyone.

For a moment.

Then the arms grab your arms and pull. The sound is like tearing cloth. You try screaming. Arms silence you. You can feel them. They're yours.
And then everything gets colder as fluid begins to pool around you... You can feel it.

She's already stalking someone else...

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I actually like this monster a lot. I put a lotta effort in her.
Might revisit her some day, but her tattoos are gonna be murder on me.

BTW: Digital art comms are still open! One slot left!

Until the next!
S.V.
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