Talk:Archive:Gaping Crevasse/@comment-3560733-20150126165243/@comment-3560733-20150330184751

"Hunger....Food?" a voice came out from the figure as it ignored their woods. "Will you," it went on as it took a step forward, "Be my food?" Stepping into the light, the figure revealed its appearance. It wasn't a man. It stood slouched down and still roughly ten feet tall; like near fifteen feet upright. Its skin was covered in matted black fur that was made grimy by some sort of liquid even in the dry cavern. The beings face was long and stretched about two feet downward and showed a missing lower jaw. Looking as if it had been ripped off, torn flesh hung around a flailing tongue. Multiple jointed arms stretched from its torso leading to hands with long needle-like fingers. Its right hand held its lower jaw and grasped it tightly. The elongated torso reached down to its even longer legs which dug into the ground as it walked. A voice called out again, "Food...will you end my hunger?" Stomping forward, jutted blades of earth spilled forth in all directions, including toward the group.