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The elders described them as angelic, with feathered wings and pearlescent hair.
No one mentioned anything about fangs.
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The middle woman opened her cherub lips to show two rows of white, razor blade teeth in greeting as I walked up the aisle to kneel before the trio, who sat perched upon three thrones made of ivory. No one knows where they came from and they never elected to tell whoever asked.
I bowed my head towards them. The two males, on opposite sides of the woman, looked bored to be here, utterly still while...
When their mouths were closed, though, they looked like little sleeping children, no older than two years old, snug in their bedrolls. Every yawn, you were reminded of those fangs - but they almost seemed like an afterthought if you considered how gorgeous their feathery wings were. Some brown, some white, some red, all gathered there in the bassinet. Curling together for warmth, looking as if the...
“Sacrifice! Sacrifice! Sacrifice!”
Misty had her hands tied behind her back with a brown rope. Her legs were tied together and she could not move. Her dark brown hair and white dressed that reached her knees, flowed in the wind as she was carried on a stake, to the mountain that reached the sky. The people surrounded the carriage carrying her and marched up towards the mountain.
The angelic crea...
The elders always told stories of angelic creatures, with feathered wings and pearlescent hair, I always pictured a beautiful creature, pure and innocent, something that would be so enchanting that you couldn’t look away. I was right in my imaginings of these great creatures, but for the completely wrong reasons.
One day I was walking through the forest, I was sent out to pick berries and mushroo...
It was beautiful, the creature that stood in front of me, its golden locks of hair twisting in beautiful patterns, its equally shiny gold skin completing it. The Angel-like creature stares down at me for a few minutes. Its mouth closes.
“What are you?” My subconscious mind asks, but I already know the answer.
I just wanted to hear the creatures voice. Anticipating the euphoric sensory that must b...
In the village of Eldoria, nestled between the misty crags of the Elder Mountains, tales of the celestial beings known as the Seraphs were as common as the morning dew. According to the village elders, these creatures were angelic, adorned with majestic feathered wings that shimmered under the moonlight and hair that glistened with a pearlescent sheen, casting halos of light around their serene fa...
Her mouth widened with a disturbing grin, revealing pointy white fangs. She threw her head back and laughed, shaking the floor of the room, as others sat in silence unsure whether they should continue watching out of admiration or be taking precaution. What kind of creature was this?
She quickly sat back down on the floor and looked inquisitively at the books set out in front of her....
The island itself was easy to find; they had meticulously detailed the parchment map regarding its location, and its outline. What the chart didn’t tell was of the hidden rock formations, stretching below the waterline, waiting to trap unsuspecting mariners - unsuspecting mariners like us.
The storm, too, had appeared from nowhere; the heavy, black clouds rolling over us… covering us… like a blan...
The Elders described them as angelic, with feathered wings and pearlescent hair. They were said to fly on silent wings, their eyes like diamonds.
“One boy from each ancient group, with the remaining ancestors’ blood in them is turned into this creature… however, we don’t live that way anymore,” the Elders sat around the campfire and motioned to the surrounding trees with their hands. “Old ways, c...