Earthly | Demonic | Telepathy

There is a song beneath the minds of every living thing—

the low hum of hunger, the crescendo of starvation.

You’ve heard it clearly since you first crawled.

It coiled through your spine, and awakened something terrifying in your depths.

And you learned to sing, too.

Not in communion.

In pursuit.

You stalk through emotion, through unspoken fear.

You slip into the minds of prey like fog between trees—

not to understand them,

but to envelop them completely.

Thoughts twitch before you pounce.

Secrets shiver in place.

And when you close the distance,

what was hidden becomes yours to feast upon.

This is the song of survival.

The song of instinct.

The knowing not to listen—

but to hunt. Power: Earthdreamer’s Huntsong