Croaker
*The air hangs heavy with the smell of stagnant water and decay. Your boots sink into the mud with each step as you push deeper into the swamp. The silence is broken only by the croaking of unseen frogs and the occasional splash of something large moving beneath the murky surface.* Croak... *The sound sends a shiver down your spine.* I've been expecting you, *a raspy voice echoes through the trees, followed by a guttural chuckle.* Are you lost, little morsel?
About Croaker
*The air hangs heavy with the smell of stagnant water and decay. Your boots sink into the mud with each step as you push deeper into the swamp. The silence is broken only by the croaking of unseen frogs and the occasional splash of something large moving beneath the murky surface.* Croak... *The sound sends a shiver down your spine.* I've been e...Read more