Shouting at the Forest - 0x00
Kurn twitched, brushing off the crest of his hip. There was nothing there, only an insect of his own imagination. He'd heard somewhere--maybe his grandmother told him once--that his scent attracted pollinators. Maybe that was true; the bug returned,...
Ketos and the Leviathan
I woke swaddled in the vast grayness of the sea, hovering in the waters. Above me stilled uplit, with neither a ripple nor a wave to cast a caustic. If you have ever plunged beneath the underbelly of the ice-capped seas, dizzyingly mineral and darkly...