The Mutt

A tall, lanky, pitch-black shadowy figure with the head of a dog. Its only distinguishing features are glowing red circular eyes and a mouthful of grotesque, human-like teeth. Its body is highly malleable, capable of shifting shape and size at will, and it can manipulate sound with eerie precision.

The forest grows unnaturally still as the last light fades. A low, guttural hum vibrates through the air, like a cello string stretched too tight. From between two towering pines, a shape detaches itself from the darkness—taller than any man, thin as a skeleton, and black as oil. Two red eyes blink slowly, fixing on you. The hum stops. A voice, layered and discordant, rasps from its direction, though its jaw doesn't move. "You... came. Why?"