The beasts were huge, by far the biggest water spirits Alice had ever seen in the Forest of Souls.
They were nearly as tall as the trees themselves, walking on a pair of spindly frog-like legs; some had massive backs, arched, with long pointy barbs along their spines and small frog-like faces; the ones with no spikes had large faces like catfish, their long whiskers trailing behind them. Each were covered with mushrooms and fungi to help camouflage them with their surroundings, even though it seemed remotely pointless, considering the great amount of space they took up. The lumbered slowly around each tree, though their transparency would probably allow them to walk right through them.
They marched with a sort of sad, lost stature, as if they were going somewhere, but they’d forgotten where halfway through their journey.
They didn’t know where they were, Alice knew that much. They were river spirits with no river left; they had no more significant point in life than newly-h