[Larch] When Is A Monster Not A Monster?

Larch finds a small note inside her vodka bottle. It reads: Just ask him out. Guys are too dumb to notice. ~CC Really, it was all that damn god’s fault. Without him, she’d still be in blissful ignorance. But the note on her vodka bottle sent her bone pale then puce with rage, and she […]

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[Larch] A Name For It

Kellid names are as brusque and percussive as their Hallit language, and most use two or fewer syllables. Second names are rare and typically limited to those who distinguish themselves through some great deed or draw from an especially significant lineage, though Kellid clan members hold their clan’s name in even higher regard than their […]

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Interlude — Colleagues? [Larch]

Happiness buzzes under her skin like friendly bees as Larch carefully tends the Firework Snapdragons in her wagon. They are a culmination, proof of concept, solid evidence that she can do it, that she was strong enough, smart enough to do on purpose what she had done once before, filled with rage and wild power […]

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Corpse in an Alley, Skull in the Garden, Skeletons in the Closet [Larch]

“…Why did you even tell me that?”   “Don’t whine. It’s not becoming. One or another, however you decide, you should know what he is. Informed decisions are the basis of smart plans,” Flower said, both ruthless and kind. She licked a paw and groomed her left ear.   Larch laid her head on the […]

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Bedside Manner

((Content Warning: Alluding to the vivisection of a creature. Proceed only if you feel comfortable with dark content.))   “Ah, you’re awake. That chitinous hide of yours certainly is tough.”   Helen’s multifaceted eyes looked about, as her neck strained to move. She focused blearily on Doc, who was just selecting the next scalpel for […]

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