Minto's Literatures
Observations of a jadeblood cavernkeeper named The Examiner.
Witnessing a fuchsia hatching is rare. There may be only one fuchsia in a brood, or none at all, until the latest heirress dies. At least, that is how it has been for a long time. Rare as they were, it was always a spectacle and an honor to witness. After the fifth one this sweep, however, spectacle has quickly turned to horror.
Short drabble!
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It'll be night again soon. You watch as the burning Sun descends on the horizon and a sky full of stars shimmers through the forest canopy. It makes you think of your Mother’s nests on the roof of the cave you lived in. The pinpricks of light so luminous and terribly alluring. She’d sometimes catch bats and curious troll-sized moths in those sparkling webs, then digest them slowly. You can’t help but wonder if you will meet a similar fate, out there.
Please read at your own discretion!! This work contains mentions of:
- Extreme violence on television
- Normalized nonconsensual relationships between highbloods & lowbloods
- Political subliminal messaging
And scenes containing:
- Sexism & sexist language
- Pushy men
- Fear-based mind manipulation
- An extremely shady protagonist
- Smoking and alcohol
An old piece of writing about the Hostlord and the Prentice, a Purple playboy smitten with a Rust stowaway, their past on Alternia and their meetings as adults.
She looks at you, red eyes vulnerable... And shakes her head, her braids swinging with the action. Braids... You sigh, “A♄, well. But, ♄ey, if you ever c♄ange your mind...” You hand her- not your business card, but your other card, with your contact information and a winky face. MegastarCatallus, MC ;o). “See you around, I ♄ope.”