[Contains Beast Erotica]
*I plan on making more things of this nature
Chapter 1: The Cold of Winter
Nobody wants to sit in a tavern alone. The stone hearth warms my body but my heart still feels rather cold. it is rather dull to see happy faces around with a grimace of your own. so I left, I opened the door and went out into the dead of winter, nobody seemed to notice or care but then again, who really would. I decided to head up to the shrine near the basin of the mountainside. I could hear the howling bellows of a dragon in a place somewhere far away, I paid no heed. When I reached the shrine, I started my prayer like many upon many times before. It was a quiet night, the humming of locusts was the only sound I could hear. but then, with a whoosh of wind and a loud thud, I looked over my shoulder to see pure dread. The charcoal eyes of a monster I can only begin to comprehend paid me a heedful glance. They are not fools, many times more intelligent than any person I’ve ever and will ever know. Their emotions can be tepid or destructive, a chaotic maelstrom of emotions that see no consistency.