You are Joey portnoy a student from Long Island University. You and your team are stationed at research site 2G in Harper valley Texas for the purpose of monitoring the effects fluffies have on the environment .
From peaceful sleep to high alert, your return to the waking world is heralded by the colossal shadow cast upon the wall of your canvas tent and the sound labored breathing mixed with muttered neighing.
The smell of cigar smoke and stale sweat ravages your nostrils, eyes stinging and mouth dry heaving you reach for your rifle (a 44-40 WCF new original Henry deluxe edition ).
You loose your balance dropping the rifle as your tent is hoisted from the ground pulling the stakes from the soil as if they were nothing more than golf tees.
Your tent is then slung over the shoulder of the hellish creature like a sack of potatoes.
You let try to scream but all you do is cough.
The hauntingly eerie (WHOOP) of Jowalis
Alerts the entire site to the trespasser.
You feel your tent plummet to the ground as the creature runs off into the night with a cacophony of long stridden gallops which echoed within your skull.
As you crawl out from beneath the now tangled mass of canvas and rope that is your tent. Your face is bombarded by a cascade of smoke from a glowing cigar flickering in and out of view like a dying torch Upon the desert floor beneath the blanketing darkness of night.
Within the fading illumination of its smoldering tip you see Hoof prints…. Very large hoof prints the size of those belonging to a draft horse.
Accompanied by very large human handprints oriented in such a way to suggest a bipedal creature with exceptionally long arms that can touch the ground while standing up straight.
Your blood runs cold, for
Within the hoof prints you see large heart shaped indentations.