He watched her quietly from where he stood, the pair locked in a quiet exchange. Its head followed her movements as she rose to her feet and began to approach. He seemed to hear her words for as he began is retreat into the forest, at her request he stopped, staring down at her as she drew closer and closer. His proportions seemed all the more impossible the closer she drew to him. He stood so much higher than her father who was a man of great size in his own right. He stared down at her, his face blank, as if someone had erased the facial features form a mannequin's head. His arms hung down to his knees and his legs easily stood at her height. The screeching was a booming noise in her ears now. The noise that created the horrible psychological effects in the children of the past had no effect upon this strange, curious, and innocent child.<br/><br/>Its long arm reached up slowly toward her, its massive, tendril-like finger spreading, shaking slowly. She was so close...so easy a prey...but no...this catch was not worth his own merit. She did not fear him... she did not run from the sight of him or cower in fear as he loomed over her. There was s trembling beneath he smooth flesh of its expressionless face before it the screeching in her head simply turned to a roar, her vision blurring and the world turning dark around her. She would wake where she stood only moments ago. He was gone, long, deep grooves cut into the tree as if claws had been drug against it in anger.