Mythical Creatures - Blog Posts

You know what I'm cooking

And the shahmaran idea bought me because this (healing flesh! do we have some manga flashbacks tgck nation???)

I'll give you all my blood venom

and this

aaand this of course

thinking about harpia ochako and shahmaran himiko

A bunch of Tomura sketches i did while back

I feel like it is destined for me to turn silly centaur Izuku into a fic but I’m already working on three rn so I guess that’ll just have to wait…

The Three Giant Lords

When the Gigantes attacked the Mountain of the Gods, many imagined it to be a mindless attack, instigated by barbarians, but it was far from such a thing. The assault was led by three brothers, mirrors of the Three Kings, each armed with enough power to turn the lands of said kings upsidedown.

Porphyrion: The Ruin of Zeus, the Dark Thunderer, King of the Giants, he has gone by many titles, many of which are deserved, yet over the centuries his resolve has faded. He's been betrayed, abandoned, and has been without a champion for years. This has rendered his soul as a spirit forced to wander the mortal world, after all he can't enter the underworld after Hades' put a curse on the Gigantes. Although he has found some solace with the few beings that can see and commincate with him.

He, like many of the giants is considered Zeus' opposite and equal. The power he wields, which many call Dark Lightning is some sort of electrokinetic energy that can withstand, absorb and redirect lightning. There are other possible powers, every champion has a different style.

He was a better king and father than Zeus could ever be, and that made the thunderdick pissed. They HATE each other but for different reasons.

Weapon: Gauntlets that can channel and control Dark Lightning (think Atlas gauntlets combined with Titanstone Knuckles)

Polybotes: Poseidon's Boiler, The Storm Burner, Lord of the Earth's blood. He was one of few beings who could stand in the way of Poseidon's temper tantrums, although he is not as strong as he used to be. The battle between Polybotes and Poseidon shook the oceans, and the rage the giant unleashed on the god of the seas has left burns that have never healed, but eventually Poseidon was able to trap Polybotes' underneath the ocean floor in the deepest part of the sea. Though his body was destroyed his esscence lived on in in the undersea volcanoes, and the champions he choose often have personnal grudges against Poseidon, including a certain king who the sea god hates with a passion.

While most of his abilities center around heat; such as the abilites of lava control, and to create fires so hot they burn even underwater, he is also able to control water and storms too. Such powers seem to act as neutralizer's to Poseidon powers, after all the god of the seas is someone who depends on unleashing devastating attacks on his enemies.

Where Poseidon was seen as a god whose emotions controlled his judgement, Polybotes was often seen as stern and collected, like an unbreaking undersea mountain, but when he allows his emotions to be free, you will know.

Weapon: A pitch-black trident made from Phelegethon Steel, metal that is infused with the power of the river of fire. Hot to the touch, only Polybotes and his chosen can wield it.

Alcyoneus: Bane of Hades, He who gives way for the fallen, The First Necromancer. The youngest of the three giant brothers, Alcyoneus is a shinging light to many beings, and many see him as the greatest of the giants, which unfortunatly has gone to his head.... frequently. He was a frequent believer in "death is not the end" concept, often raising ghosts and spirits from the underworld and removing their restrictions to certain realms, much to the dismay of Hades. Before his body was destroyed, he was the one who managed to cast a spell that allowed the other Gigantes to live on as spirits in the mortal world, the ability of choosing champions abilities is another story. He and his champions are seen as those who can bring light to the darkest of places.

Alcyoneus is often considered the Bane of Hades, this may be for a number of reasons:

1. He has a habit of raising the bodies and spirits of the dead from the Underworld.

2. He can access the Underworld without using the gates (Like Hades, Persephone, and Thanatos)

3. He essentially can't die, he can survive fatal injuries like they're nothing, (although he remains a spirit after the Gigantomachy) and

4. Darkness powers and magic of the night have almost no affect on him, he can also create light so powerful the could drive even the strongest children of Erebus away.

Compared to his brothers, he is seen as more of a carefree trickster and troublemaker, probaly since his goals center around "liberating" souls from the underworld. Although he is often seen as an optomistic and suprisingly happy, even if it's often morbid.

Weapon: Staff made from some ancient material, and engraved with symbols from the Golden Age

(This is from a story I'm working on, it's basically Avatar, and other YA animated series combined with Percy Jackson, which is also where I got alot of the inspirations for the Giants and their abilities. The story is basically after the giants were killed in Gigantomachy their spirits lingered on in the mortal world and over the centuries they have chosen champions in the hopes of bringing the gods down. If anyone wants to add these aspects to any greek mythology media, go ahead.)

I have an idea for something… a perfectly terrible idea for something MWAHAHA!

Found this little goober while looking through my sketchbook.

These are my original mythical creatures. The first one is a “Squibble” and the second one is a “Meepy” (like my username).

Squibble are energetic and playful little creatures that are extremely social, always hungry for berries, and can be a little rowdy. Meepies are mythical creatures that are born the first time a human feels a sense of wistful whimsy. They’re naturally whimsical yet melancholic at the same time, and they’re extremely gentle and sensitive creatures.

I wrote some wholesome, positive messages on these drawings as well because I find them comforting.

monster high au

"You're here to look at the werewolves?!" the lady at the counter looks baffled out of her mind. You're already petrified, having had to develop all the courage you possessed to even walk up to her and say that. It's not like your intention to adopt a werewolf was lacking, it was just that your confidence in your own self was diminishing with the stunned look on the receptionist's face.

You nod, swallowing down the panicky overthinking in your brain, clutching your bag strap tighter for help. The lady still looks like she hasn't heard you right.

"Y-you want a werewolf pup?" she asks, face paling ever so slightly.

"It's cub, not pup," you automatically correct, before flushing a bit in embarrassment. You were a journalist, after all. Grammar was your first priority over everything else.

"Why?" she asks, almost incredulously.

"Is it wrong to want to serve society?" you raise an eyebrow at her continued surprise, feeling your sarcasm come out. You weren't eager to delve into the real reason behind your trip with a stranger.

"I-well-alright then, I suppose, I'll show you to the werewolf pup- I mean, cubs' den," the lady says with uncertainty, getting up from her seat behind the counter. Her flat heels click irregularly on the tiled floor as she keeps glancing back at you when you follow her, as if concerned that you'd magically disappear.

"Here it is," she nods, stopping in front of a two-way mirror that offered a view into a room that's big enough to house an elephant.

You really have to give credit to the orphanage management, because for all the fear that humans possess concerning werewolves, they certainly did their best to recreate the little canines' natural environment for maximum comfort. Two large dark faux trees are in two corners, and the false roots made of plaster of paris cover the floor, creating an uneven ground for the cubs to climb and run over. A large rocky outcrop sheds a corner of the room, where blankets that look like leaves and soft mattresses that look like rocks make a sleeping area for the cubs.

"We're not trying to treat them like animals," the receptionist says quickly, seeing your surprised expression, "It's just that, most of them come fresh from the forest, when their parents are killed by illegal werewolf hunters. So when we try to introduce them to human environments, they resist and struggle. It's more comfortable for them to be in this man-made natural environment."

You nod again, understanding the concept. Werewolf hunting has been made illegal decades ago, ever since humans and werewolves struck the bond that decreed that neither species would harm each other. But that doesn't stop certain people of the ancient beliefs from venturing out and hunting them down.

There's about 8 cubs around the room. 2 are cuddled up in a corner, sleeping with their arms tightly around each other. They look like perfectly normal humans, perhaps 5 years old, one in a dress and the other in a shirt and shorts.

"Those are the twins- Toby and Thalia. They're the youngest in the group," the receptionist says, following your gaze.

"Who's that adventurous one on the tree?" you ask, a mirthful smile playing on your lips as you watch one elder cub jump and grab one of the lower-hanging branches, swinging himself up with difficulty.

"That's Alex. He's always been like that. I'm afraid his story is a bit tragic. He's been kicked out of 5 foster homes already," the receptionist says, expression softening. You can empathise with her. Even if humans feared werewolves, it didn't nullify the natural sympathy and compassion that welled up in every being's heart.

"Oh no, he's wolfing out," the receptionist suddenly says in a panic, looking into the room with concern.

You look in and realise that one of the cubs is lying on the floor, curled up in foetal position, shaking and crying. The others are around him, trying to see if they can help, offering him leaves or rocks.

"I need to get the vet," the receptionist says hurriedly, rushing down the corridor, and you really have to appreciate her for being able to run at such speed in heels. You look back into the room, and see the kid struggling, the first signs of grey fur blossoming over his scalp. He's in pain, hands shuddering, face shining with a sheen of sweat, breath coming out in short, rapid gasps. Your heart wrenches as you see the poor boy turning into a werewolf so painfully, and instinctively, you walk around to the door, yank it open, and rush to the cub.

The others make way for you in surprise. Most of them are below the age of 9, but one of them is 13.

"Who are you?" she asks, standing in your way, doubt and suspicion making her voice caustic.

"I'm here to help," you raise your hands in surrender, "Your friend there needs help."

"He has all the help he needs with us," the girl says firmly, folding her arms, glaring up at you with intensity and fierceness.

You sigh in frustration, pinching the bridge of your nose. You were never great at handling kids, having always been overly blunt and awkward. Handling werewolf children seemed out of your territory. You're starting to really doubt if you could handle adopting a werewolf cub seeing your inability to even talk to one normally without getting annoyed.

"He's in pain, isn't he? What are you doing to help him?" you ask dryly, putting your hands on your knees to bend down to her level.

"Whatever it is, it's better than what you humans tend to do," the girl hisses, "All you do is kill our parents and then leave us here to grow up alone and disloved."

"Unloved," you correct instinctively, before realising your mistake and feeling like an idiot. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to correct you-" you try to say quickly, but the girl looks like she's going to burst into indignant tears.

"You're so mean!" she cries, "You humans are so rude and mean to us! What have we ever done to you?"

You wince, wishing you could take back your words and approach this situation more tactfully. But you can see the young cub still struggling behind the girl, and your heart chides your brain mentally for being an idiot.

"Look, sweetheart," you sigh, kneeling down, deciding to be honest, "I have nothing against you. I came here so I could bring one of you home and make that special little cub the most cherished child on the planet. I'm not here to harm you, or be mean. I'm terribly sorry for reprimanding you earlier, but if I don't help your friend now, he could be in serious trouble. Please?"

The girl looks uncertain, and she probably didn't understand half the words you said, but she moves aside, and you sigh in relief as you quickly get up and rush over to the shaking boy.

"Okay sweetheart, listen to me," you say, pulling the shaking cub the straight way up. He's so thin and small as he's wolfing out, he fits in your lap. You sit cross-legged on the forest floor of the room, pulling him properly into your lap and cradling him in your arms. His ragged, warm breath hits your neck as you hug him close, trying to give him comfort.

"Listen to me, can you hear me? I'm here to help. Can you hear me, darling? Just nod, can you understand me?" you whisper softly away from his ear, so that his sensitive werewolf hearing wouldn't magnify your voice a hundred times.

He nods softly, whimpering as the fur covers his arms and his bones start melding and changing.

"Alright, so, can you tell me three things that you can see?" you whisper.

He shakes his head, wincing and shivering as his shoes fall off, claws growing from his small toenails.

"Okay, okay, never mind. I've heard that your hearing is very good. Can you tell me three things that you can hear?" you ask, changing your tactic the second he stops responding.

He's hesitant, but he slowly whispers, "I can hear your breathing. I...I can hear everyone else's heartbeats. I...I can hear...the wind outside the window..."

"Okay, keep going. Don't think about what's happening to your body, just listen. Tune into everything that's going on outside," you say in the hopes of distracting him.

"There's people outside. Two people...are running here...They're still far...the tiles are loud...the human babies are wailing...everything's so loud all of a sudden..." he whines, covering his rapidly enlarging ears.

"It's alright, focus on the soft voices, sweetheart. Focus on our heartbeats. Listen to your friends' heartbeats. Isn't it calming?" you whisper, cradling him closer. He sniffles, fully covered in fur now, yet he doesn't look like a typical werewolf.

"I-It is," he hiccups, snout snuggling into your soft shirt for comfort, "They're regular. They're...nice."

"Then focus on those. They're periodic, 72 beats per minute. Time your breathing with that. One breath in every..um, 15 beats. Can you do that for me?" you say, hugging his head closer and ignoring the in-house vet and receptionist who've just rushed into the room and look as shell-shocked as if you yourself had become a werewolf.

He nods, and you count slowly for him. Gradually, he shifts from listening to his friends' heartbeats to listening to your words. His breathing evens out as the transformation completes.

You'd expected a wolf cub, at the very least. But the little creature whom you're holding in your arms is nothing more than a puppy. He's almost asleep, comfortable in your arms, tired after his first transformation.

You look up at the other children in confusion, not bothering to question the vet. "Are all of you like this in werewolf form?" you ask slowly, not wanting to startle them. The cub in your arms is a little grey puppy. Yes, he has wolfish characteristics. But if anyone had seen this little adorable fluff-ball on the streets, they wouldn't hesitate in petting his head and feeding him treats.

"Of course," Alex nods.

"I thought...werewolves were, you know, werewolves," you frown a bit.

"That's a very outdated notion," the vet speaks up, catching everyone's gaze, "Due to intermingling of werewolves with humans and other species, the original characteristics of werewolves are quite lost."

"So you're telling me that people are afraid of these cute little babies?" you raise an eyebrow, still hugging the boy in your lap close to you.

The vet and the receptionist hesitate. They're clearly not used to such an abnormal response, and you sigh in annoyance, facing the cubs instead.

"So none of you become ravenous or blood-hungry on full moons?" you ask carefully.

"Never," the eldest girl scoffs, "We don't even always turn on full moons. All the mixing of bloods has really messed up our schedules."

"Ma'am, you can give Lucius to us now-"

"No."

The receptionist falters, hands retracting as she offered to take the boy from you. "I'm sorry?"

"I said 'no'," you repeat, a firm look on your face, "I'm keeping him. I'm adopting Lucius."

"Oh, alright then. Should we begin with the-"

"I'm not finished," you interrupt, having no idea where your sudden burst of confidence has come from, although you have a lurking suspicion that it has come from your renewed determination to improve the lives of innocent werewolves.

"I'm keeping Lucius. And Toby. And Thalia. And Alex. And all the others," you say, the glare in your eyes daring her to challenge you.

She looks mind-blown, to say the least, as if her most outrageous dream had come alive before her eyes. The vet looks...concerned for your health.

You almost worry that she's going to stop you, when she suddenly gives a small smile.

"Alright, Ma'am. Shall we begin with the formalities?"

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"Mom, mom, mom," Lucius is all but yanking your short burgundy hair, desperate to get your attention.

"If the house is not burning to pieces, I don't want to be woken up," you groan, covering your face with the pillow as you try to fall back asleep.

"Mom, come on, please please pleaseeee, just wake up," Fariah whines, begging you and shaking you.

"Alright, alright, you little tricksters, I'm awake," you laugh, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as Fariah pulls you up to sit on the bed.

"Mom, come on, we need to ask you something for our school project, " Toby says quickly, and Thalia smacks him upside the head.

"You dunce! You weren't supposed to tell Mom so quickly!" she hisses at him, feeling proud for having learnt a new way to call her twin a stupid person after reading some of your more lazily written articles.

"Thalia, I'm happy about the vocabulary expansion, but we agreed that your twin is not a dunce," you say strictly, raising an eyebrow. Thalia murmurs 'sorry' to Toby, who looks annoyed that she smacked him on the head. Even though the twins are both 13, Thalia's just an inch taller, and she wastes no opportunity in bullying her twin because of it.

"So, what do you need for your school project?" you ask, pulling up your legs to sit cross-legged on the bed.

"I don't need it," Lucius says haughtily, "The twins and Fariah need it."

Lucius has been on Cloud 9 ever since he turned 14 and he got to officially announce to the world that he was older than the others.

"Alright, alright," you laugh, "What do you need?"

"Well, Mom," Fariah starts, nervously twiddling her thumbs, "Our hearing is always a hundred times better than yours. And...we can never hear your heartbeat. So, we were wondering, why can we hear everyone's heartbeat but yours?"

You know that this is not a school project. That was just an excuse for your kids to ask you a question that had probably been gnawing at them for days now. You breathe out heavily, knowing you'd have to answer the question someday.

"I was stabbed once," you admit softly, pulling Toby close to you so he could hear more clearly, "I was in the forest, hiking, and I came across this...madman. Drunk. Raving. Blind as a bat with rage over something trivial. He had a knife, and before I could even attempt to get away, he stabbed me right in the heart."

"It was painful, yes. I couldn't feel anything, and I could sense the life draining out of me. The guy was probably going to stab me again, when someone else burst into the scene. He shoved the guy away and threw him off me. He sent the guy crying for his mama. I didn't even realise what had happened - the suddenness of it was too disorienting. I was on my knees, gasping for breath, when he saved me. I must have passed out, because when I woke up, I was in a cot, wound stitched up and bandaged. He had brought me to his home and healed me. I was forever indebted to him for saving my life. I had to spend some days in his home itself because I still didn't have the strength to walk on my own from all the blood loss. In those few days, I fell for him harder than I have fallen for any other person. He was the strongest and kindest person I had ever met, and he felt the same way. He shared his struggles with me, and I shared mine. We were madly in love, I'm afraid," you give a wry chuckle, "But...his solution to my heart was only temporary. I needed proper medical treatment if I were to live. I told him that I could get to the hospital on my own, that he'd get into trouble if he came with me. But he insisted, and he took me to the hospital as my heart literally failed. He was so scared that I wouldn't make it, and I was so scared that he'd get blamed for what happened to me. Unfortunately, only one of our fears came true," you smile sadly, cuddling Toby's back closer to you.

The cubs are quiet, wondering how this love story was related to your heartbeat. You realise that you'd deviated madly from the topic and quickly correct yourself, "So, I had to get a pacemaker and a whole lot of transplants and transfusions. It took me 5 months just to get out of bed without my heart being overexerted. The reason you can't hear my heartbeat is because the pacemaker is too low for your ears."

"Why did the guy you liked get blamed for what happened to you?" Lucius asks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and concern.

"Nobody believed him," you shrug, giving a rue smile, "By the time I got out of the hospital, it was too late for me to help him in any way. No one even told me where he was, what happened to him, where they took him. All I know is that he was punished for no fault of his..."

It's been 10 years since it took place, yet your heart always burns in your chest as you recount it. The cubs look sad and confused, so you try to cheer them.

"But in a way, it also turned out to be a small blessing in disguise. Because after that, I decided to visit the orphanage to adopt certain children. And guess who God gave me?" you ask teasingly, grinning.

"Us!" Fariah declares happily, her innocent sweet 11 year old voice making you laugh.

"Yes, I got you little munchkins," you laugh, tickling her so she giggles and falls on the bed on your lap beside Toby.

"But how did his punishment lead to you deciding to adopt werewolves?" Thalia asks, tilting her head and cocking her ear up in the air to hear your answer better.

"Sweetheart," you smile softly, "Even though a human stabbed me and nearly stopped my heart forever, the one who really stole my heart was a werewolf."

When you adopted an orphaned werewolf cub, you expected to end up with a ravening blood-thirsty monster. Instead, you ended up with a fairly normal kid who occasionally becomes an adorable puppy.

Happy Wet Beast Wednesday! (I had this Idea inspired by @georgiedoesntfloat ) I wanted to introduce my Nøkken OC, Kori. Thanks to my Friend for helping me research more traditionally. I love this character.

He's new so he doesn't have any lore story into him yet. But, I'm still working on him. But there are facts about him

He got some scars from Human Hunters who wanted his head.

He loves Grilled Cheese.

He's a very silly boi.

I have been trying to use less saturated colors in my art, and I like how this guy turned out! 

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Missytober day 6 Hydra! Featuring Missy, Kissy, and Hissy

I drew this for an art trade with my sister! We both love mythology, especially dragons, so I drew a mermaid meeting a sea dragon. She drew me a giant octopus eating a ship 😁

I had a lot of fun with this, especially the colors! 🧡

Art I did yesterday 😍

The creature in the art is supposed to be a qilin!

HERE HE IS HE'S SO COOL WAWAWAWAWAWA :0 he gives me vibes of the sexy emo lion from Lion King 2

Meet Sirius, he belongs to Myrt1e on DeviantArt, this definitely felt like a nice little palette cleanser after my last drawing, even though I had to refresh myself on dragon anatomy since its been like 4 months since I've drawn one. I forgot how fun it is to do glow effects, which I'm not actually sure if his bright red spots glow but they kinda looked like they might so I just ran with ittttttttt everything looks cooler with a bit of ✨n e o n✨

The Whispering Pines - TF2/Blender

Outside the civilized world, in the untouched northwestern forests of North America, not every traveler dares to stop for a rest within these dark coniferous thickets. Due to disturbing legends from hereditary loggers who lived on these lands with their families for centuries, over the years this region has developed a not so clean reputation. Starting from urban tales about the “ritual burials of sectarians” and ending with folk tales from local residents about certain “forest entities,” this taiga often becomes a place of disappearance for many enthusiastic researchers, but much less often - a quiet place for ordinary travelers to relax. Would a group of tired, recently fired from Mann Co. mercenaries dare to stay here longer?

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰, 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦…" https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=3240863486

They actually look like a bird now!

Forgot to upload yesterday but I made quite some progress lining and blocking color!

Excited to finally start a long-term project again!(might do some mer-may prompts tho)

Tried to draw a flamingo but made a dragon instead

At first I was making an angel (that's why the multiple eyes), but I added horns midway and now i think it looks like a faun... kinda, anyway, the process of art is interesting :p

THE START OF SOMETHING AMAZING

You stared into nothingness, tuning in the gentle sighs of the trees and the trilling of rain frogs, before comprehending the gloomy skies. Your breath in the petrichor smells and let the tepid breeze flutter through your now unruly hair—it was rather serene. You took your bags from the dampened ground and approached the aged cottage, your stomach was already churning with the feeling of anticipation. Your hand takes the knob and effortlessly the door gives away.

“It was unlocked!?” You thought, easing past the door and heaving as dust wafts you in the face. You glanced over the place, spotting the furniture that was covered by worn sheets. You grab a fist full of a sheet and jerk it away, unveiling a vintage sofa.

“Wow.” You awed quietly, running your fingers along the velvety cushion. You settled down on the edge of the sofa, trying out the comfiness of it. You then laid back and rested your head, pleased. Exhaling, you aroused from your spot and dragged your bags closer to you. You probed around your bags, fetching your journal and utensils.

You pulled the door shut behind you, giving it an extra tug to ensure the door stayed closed. You neared closer to the forest, stopping at the verge, and gaped up at the continuous canopy of trees. You had overheard many tales from your colleagues about this seemingly normal woodland, one of them being about a man who was drunkenly dared to enter the forest by one of his buddies. When the man reappeared from the forest, he was shaken with fear and his lips were trembling as his fumble out the same words incessantly: “it’s coming for me, that damned winged creature, it’s gonna fucking kill me!”

Your reasoning for being here wasn’t just to figure out what unworldly beings that the forest withhold, maybe you were considerably curious, but you wanted to discover an uncommon mushroom that was rumored by many of your colleagues. Its appearance is of an ink cap mushroom, though its color differs and is bluish with hints of magenta, and it possessed many healing properties. From what you read, it was given the name Polifious Pinian.  

 Even with those ominous stories being told, you were unbothered, and were ready to embrace whatsoever the forest threw at you so you could make that rumor true. Without a shadow of hesitation, you began your foraging. The fungi was known to grow at the roots of pines. So you lingered around them, inspecting their roots for any indications of spores.

The sky was already gloaming and thus far there were no indicators. Your shoulders slouched and just before you were about to return to the cottage, a glimmer caught your eye. You wandered over to the object, it resemble a tiara. It appeared to be crafted from limbs and leaves that protruded from the head piece, it was also accompanied by a pearl embedded in waned silver.  

‘Swoosh!’ 

You Flinched, stumbling onto your bottom. “W-what the-” 

Your eyes skimmed your vicinity, though you didn’t see anything but you could feel it. You slowly turned, your skin prickling at the eerie tension, expecting to see two other eyes but still there was nothing—not even an critter. You pushed yourself from the ground, snatching the tiara up, and darted in the direction of the cottage. Whispers then began to swarm you, clouding your senses in a way. 

“Give it back, girl!” 

You yanked the front door open, slamming it shut hastily, and yet those insistent words remained in in the back of your mind. You crouched down and you covered your ear with your hands. 

“Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!” You repeacted, your murmuring voice coming to shout. 

In that position, you resided trying to ease your pounding heart and shallow breaths. You raised from the hardwood floor and creeped towards the kitchen; taking a glass and filling it with water and ice. Your trembling hand brings the glass to your lips and you took couple of swigs of it, somehow it diminished the adrenaline and anxieties. You then sat the cup down and left to the bedroom, ending your night without being the prey. 

//Word Count: 706//

//Published: May 16, 2022//

Unicorn!

Day 18 - Flying The Half-bird, Half-woman figures. In greek mythology, Harpies at the command of Zeus who was able to use their incredible speed and strength as 'the hounds of zeus'. The harpies frequently flew out during storms, represent the loss of souls and lives during them. They took the souls of those in the storms and carried them across to the underworld as flocks in the sky.

If you could have any exotic pet, what would it be?

VD: Okay, I would say griffens would be so cool to have-

Razor: What about me??????

VD: No Razor, they kindly asked what kind of PET I would have, not pets.

Razor: But I-but I-

VD: Breathe fire. Not very practical.

Razor: But I roast marshmallows!

VD: Who roasted the pillows just last week?

Razor: I'm sorry! Please choose me!

Fuzzy Beak: Oooh! Butterfly! Pretty!