CONTENT WARNING: survivor’s guilt, descriptions of gore, references to harm of children, depiction of flashback, references to murder and torture
He was there again. Just like every night. The sewer system stretched endlessly before him, bathed in dark red lighting and stinking of blood and waste. Out of all the kids, he was the only one who had made it out alive.
One of these days, I’ll make it out.
It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t okay and it wasn’t acceptable. It was one of the most vile, despicable things Rockpool had ever encountered, and it was his new reality.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: The Fae seen in my works are PURELY FICTIONAL and based on a mixture of legends from actual Celtic cultures. DO NOT use this as a source, that is disrespectful to the original cultures and very much against the author’s wishes. Classification: Divine, subclass of spirit Sentience: Sapient, cognisant Habitat: Tìr Na Neart (once throughout the British Isles as well) Diet: Omnivorous Other names: Faeries, Fey, Fair Folk, Good Neighbors, Faery, Aes Sídhe, Sith, Tylwyth Teg, Tuatha de…
CONTENT WARNING: Implied/referenced genocide
“A Trollkiller,” he whispered. Any self-respecting Troll knew the purpose of such a machine. When the Wild had finally taken back what was rightfully its, humanity had fought back at first. They engineered machines in all shapes and sizes, designed to track down and kill Trolls in a desperate attempt to stop the invasion.
Folding themselves into the far corner and letting the floorboard and rug close atop them and cover them, the brothers sat in tense silence for what seemed like eternity, barely daring to breathe. Though he couldn’t see very well in the pitch-black of their hidey-hole, Naga knew Snek’s face must’ve been mirroring his; pinned ears, an uneasy frown, and wide eyes filled with a sense of wariness not unlike a small animal waiting for a predator to pass over.
“Hold on, wains, back it up,” he rumbled softly, running a hand through his long, greying hair and scratching at his beard. Something in the sheer size of him – maybe seven or eight feet tall – made Reese’s entire body stand on edge, soothed only by pressing closer to Glais.
General: Biology: Pod structure:
“I guess sometimes cats just… outgrow each other, in a way.”
“I didn’t realize the giants were actually getting this close to the town,” a male voice sounded softly through the trees, tone pensive. “They’re supposed to be skittish, aren’t they?”