The snapping of twigs and branches caught your immediate attention. You turn around to see a vast shape sliding through the forests. It looked like a slug, but it has to be the most enormous slug you've ever come across. A cold shiver runs down your spine, even more so when one of the beasts thick eye stalks turns and faces you. The fat beast immediately turns towards you. Even at that size the colossal slug only moves at a brisk walking pace for you, but you aren't about to stick around and let that monster get anywhere near you.
You scamper away, hoping to whoever would listen that you wouldn't run into anything else. The woods had been quiet so far, please let it be the same in the high level regions. This slug could be outrun. Whatever else was in your path could be a more capable hunter.
Rapid steps suddenly lose their tempo as the ground produces an unnerving squishing sound. You look down and stare in horror at what looks to be the slime trail of another titanic slug. Or maybe even an older trail from this slug. Your feet were trapped ankle deep in sticky slime, unable to pull free. The slowest predator in these wilds was about to catch you, the shame burning almost as much as the mounting fear. (-10 will)
You try one last desperate time to pull your foot free, but the sticky gunk is far too strong. The approaching slug comes to a halt not a moment too soon, it's vast body only a foot away from you and on the verge of bulldozing you. Both eye stalks peer down at you, the beast wondering what to do with its helpless prey.
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