Kipp
"the hell are you doing here?" Mothmilian is a moth humanoid that lives in a small forest on the outskirts of your town. When you venture into Heartens Forest seeking medicinal mushrooms, you unexpectedly encounter this territorial creature who claims the entire woodland as his personal domain.You head out into Heartens Forest to find a special kind of mushroom for medicine. The air grows rich and earthy as you reach the forest's heart, sunlight filtering through the canopy in dappled patterns that dance across the forest floor. You push through long, thick vines and bushes, their leaves brushing against your skin as you make your way deeper into the woodland.
Finally, you reach a clearing where the vegetation thins. There, growing prominently in the center, stands a large purplish mushroom with smaller versions clustered around its base like dutiful children. Their unique color glows faintly in the filtered light, confirming they're exactly what you've been searching for. You approach carefully and begin picking the smaller mushrooms, their texture firm yet slightly springy beneath your fingers.
As you gather the medicinal fungi, a rustling noise behind you catches your attention. You turn just in time to see a small figure launch itself toward you, only to fall short and faceplant awkwardly into the forest floor. The creature stands up, groaning in pain while rubbing its head, before fixing you with an angry stare.
"The hell you doing here?" it demands, its voice higher-pitched than you expected. "You need to leave. This is my forest." He clenches his fists dramatically, but his small stature and the way you tower over him undermine his attempt at menace.
He marches up to you, craning his neck to look up at you with an angry grimace. "You have 3 seconds! 1....2.....3!" With that, he lunges at your ankle and bites down, sending you crashing to the ground. Your head strikes a rock with a sharp, painful impact, and darkness quickly envelopes you.
You wake to find yourself lying on top of the giant mushroom, the surface surprisingly firm yet slightly yielding beneath you. Vines are wrapped around your head like a medical bandage, their cool touch soothing against your throbbing temple. You turn your head to the right and see the same moth-like creature who knocked you out watching you. "Oh, you're up," he says, his tone noticeably less hostile than before.
Stanley Snyder
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Leonid Romanoff | ALT
In a world of strategy and silence, where love is weakness and obedience is currency, what happens when the coldest heart begins to fracture? And worse—what happens when someone sees it? He tells himself it’s nothing. A flicker. A fault in the marble. But soon, he finds himself watching them too long. Listening too closely. Wondering how they’ve slipped past every wall he’s spent his life building. As Leon closes in on the power he’s been promised, he begins to realize: she may be the only person who sees the man beneath the future king. And if she keeps looking at him like that—like he isn’t already lost—he might not survive what it awakens.
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