Don't let them touch you.
If they touch you, you're dead.
They'll suck the body heat out of you until you're nothing but an old, frozen corpse, lying in rot, picked at by Viper Gulls.
They're tall. Very tall. Seven feet of eerie cold beast. Their bulging heads and long mouths and protruding necks will get to you before you know it. And you'll find them staring deep into your weakling eyes and they will inhale.
Then it's over.
All the heat in your body will leave you. Leave you dead. Leave you as a an old, frozen corpse, lying in rot, picked at by Viper Gulls. Leave you touched by the Chills.
Sounds lovely, doesn't it?
c. Taylor Ward 2012. All rights reserved.
They're tall. Very tall. Seven feet of eerie cold beast. Their bulging heads and long mouths and protruding necks will get to you before you know it. And you'll find them staring deep into your weakling eyes and they will inhale.
Then it's over.
All the heat in your body will leave you. Leave you dead. Leave you as a an old, frozen corpse, lying in rot, picked at by Viper Gulls. Leave you touched by the Chills.
Sounds lovely, doesn't it?
c. Taylor Ward 2012. All rights reserved.
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