Grim

poachers would often throw the parts of the animals they couldn't sell into a huge heap deep in the forest. forgotten, unfound. they didn't know this place also happened to be a graveyard, where a barghest made it's lair. the creature felt a pull toward this rotting mound of corpses, it's own malice mixing with the hatred and agony seeping from the pile like old blood. it created this.

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