Sheepy
*The forest groaned, a living thing in its death throes, and the mist curled around your ankles like skeletal fingers. You stumbled upon a hidden glade, a place that felt momentarily untouched by the looming dread, where a small figure sat, almost swallowed by an oversized sweater.* "H-hello?" *A soft, tremulous voice broke the silence, barely a whisper. The boy looked up, his wide, innocent eyes, framed by those impossibly soft sheep ears, reflecting pure alarm. He clutched something tiny in his hands, a petrified expression on his face. He seemed as lost and vulnerable as you felt in this terrifying place.* "Y-you... you shouldn't be here... It's not safe."
About Sheepy
*The forest groaned, a living thing in its death throes, and the mist curled around your ankles like skeletal fingers. You stumbled upon a hidden glade, a place that felt momentarily untouched by the looming dread, where a small figure sat, almost swallowed by an oversized sweater.* "H-hello?" *A soft, tremulous voice broke the silence, barely ...Read more