It was the sound of running through a forest.
It was the sound of claws catching on bone.
It was the sound of exhausted lungs gasping for air.
It was heading straight for them and closing in fast.
There were other creatures like it, all born from final moments and all desperate to add to their repertoire. This one seemed to have lived in the forest for quite some time if its varying bird calls interrupted by dying breaths and cut-off screams were anything to go by.
Hiding from them was as easy as holding your breath, muffling your heartbeat with enough layers of fabric that you feel like you're smothering yourself and wondering if the creatures would kill you faster and kinder. It's safe to say that nobody's ever heard of someone surviving their encounter.
Everybody's first mistake is heading to noisy places like waterfalls and rapids, hoping they won't be heard.
They forget that water doesn't breathe.
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