At first it looked like an old deer skeleton strung up to a tree, as was common for the area.
Its horns had been hung between a couple of branches and the rest was left to nature.
The aim was to let the forest take care of the flesh and come back for the bones when they were clean.
It became such a common practice that it took years before anyone realised anything was wrong.
Namely the still moving ribcage of the alleged skeletons.
The gradual in-and-out followed by a gentle hiss of air through clenched teeth.
The way black sinewy flesh mimicked shadows only for white bulging eyes to snap open.
The way those bony limbs galloped across the forest floor after whatever poor soul turned their back.
That was way back when of course.
Nowadays the forest is almost void of living creatures, save the rodents that seem to survive everywhere.
The Pretenders, as they are called, have begun a second migration.
From the frozen north to the forests further down and now to the coast.
From there the world's their feast.
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