Thread:CorvusTheRed/@comment-35266334-20190905091950

(hey look man, the mutant i describe later in here could turn your stomach... if your stomach is an innocent little soft boy, I doubt it tho)

This is Caradin's Cross Park, a dilapidated children's playplace in the heart of a forest. It has seen little use in the past few weeks, which is uncharacteristic of the area, despite it's disrepair.

As a god (or otherwise disposed character of extreme power) you have taken it upon yourself to investigate, or maybe just to take a nice stroll. You are unfortunately not met with scenic greenery, but rather a horrible trilling through the thin blanket of fog covering the park. Something inhuman and animalistic shrieking in fear, or possibly agony.

You know what has happened, the rumors claw back into your central conscious just as clearly as the cries cutting through the air ahead. According to every other person, newspaper, television, and radio in the modern sect, the oh-so cute fluffy critters of the large city in the central of Forengard have been rapidly changing into otherwise unrecognizable, often carnivorious creatures. Such being demonstrated by the appearance of the thing you come upon through the low clouds.

It's a doe, at least that's what it's body structure looks like, but anyone who's seen a living deer couldn't outright say that this abnormality was a doe. It's barely standing on four legs, a hairless, scarred, extra extremity-having mutant failing to hold itself up. You take a moment to steel youself and avoid hurling onto the bark and concrete below, after this moment of close observation, it becomes clear that it is actually trying to move, slowly shambling towards the end of the park. 