A Dry Hollow Shiver

Everything was stillness until a low rasp vibrated through my core. I drew in a faint pulse of air, testing the weight of my bulk, and felt the knot of thick green vine along my side twitch. Slowly, deliberately, the twisted tendril unfurled just enough to brush against the smooth rim of my black pedestal base. A hollow scrape echoed inside my maw. I settled back into patient stillness, firmly anchored.