Skellicorn

Helhest stepped into the rancid clearing, her ivory paws pressing into the earth and making a subtle crunch like that of thin ice giving way to her weight. She took pause, her ears flitting curiously at the unnatural stillness that had settled across The Briar. How odd for the lands to be in this state when it was typically bustling with life. Instead of this, she was instead met with an unnerving silence; not a single bird singing its song nor even a whistle of the winds as it rustled through the foliage. All that found residence in these lands was a crackling of tension within the air and a faint whisper of something foul just beyond her sight. The foul smell emanating from The Briar was at its all time thickest at the site of this fallen ancient tree. A scent so strong it could make even the strongest of stomachs turn sour. Mooncursed gaze cast across the once hallowed grounds, taking note of the grand oak tree that was now entirely devoured inside out by a blackened rot. She