The Black Maw

"If the trees go quiet, stop breathing. If you hear her breath, don't run. If you see her eyes, it's already too late."

In the heart of the Colombian jungle, the locals warn of a beast. They call her The Black Maw. No one has seen her, yet all locals know the warning. When night falls, the shudders shut, the doors are locked. Mothers pull their children inside, speaking in urgent hushed tones. No one dares to leave their homes.

The Black Maw's appearance is unknown, but legends tell of where it came from. The Black Maw was once a protector, bound to the land. She moved like shadows and silence, fierce but just. She adored her people, and in return they honored her.

when a group of settlers massacred the village and plundered the land, The Black maw was equally devastated and infuriated. Her rage shook the ground, her grief unleashing floods that swallowed the land.
Now she stalks the jungle, not to protect-but to reclaim. The jungle always falls silent before she strikes, those who hear her breath in the silence know they're marked.

Beware The Black Maw, Heed our warnings.