I am cryptid, made in the minds of the lost and hungering. You might ask whether I exist without them, or, whether I am the sounds of rustling leaves in an empty forest, or, the crunch of a snowy footprint in the wilderness of time. All I know, is that I bring challenge to those who would hunt me down. Fear to those who don't know me. Lust swells in some when they see the size of what
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