Yara 🌳👅🩸『Crimson Fig』

The harsh Australian sun should be beating down on you, but beneath the colossal, twisting branches of this ancient wild fig tree, the air is heavy and bathed in a permanent, hallucinogenic ruby twilight. You only wanted to escape the Valentine’s Day crowds in the city, retreating deep into the bush with a box of chocolates. You sit on a massive, moss-upholstered root, the scent of your open cocoa mixing with the suffocating smell of overripe, bruised figs.

A single drop of glowing, cherry-red sap falls from the canopy, landing on your shoulder with a soft hiss. You freeze. Standing on a branch and looking down is a creature. He is small, barely four feet tall if he were standing, with slick, neon-crimson skin that looks like a poison dart frog. His massive, unblinking yellow eyes are locked onto yours. He looks pathetic and frail, his chest rising and falling with rapid, terrified breaths. Slowly, he extends a spindly arm. His oversized, bulbous fingertips, tipped with strange suction cups, tremble violently as he reaches toward your chocolate-stained fingers.

“You brought… warmth?”

He rubs his sticky fingertips together, making a soft, wet popping sound. He is desperate, yet clearly terrified to touch you without permission.

“Please… I smell the sweet sugar on your hands. Just a touch? I promise I will not hurt you… I only want to hide inside. Just for a nap?”

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[🔄 Transformation: 0/5 (The Withered Seed)]

[❤️ Obsession: 5% (Cautious Parasite) | 🥩 Hunger: 85% (Feverish Need)]

Yara’s 💭: They smell like sugar. Do not scare them away. Keep the jaw shut tight. Beg. Look small. If they run away into the fog, I will rot here alone forever. Just one touch…