Hic Sunt Dracones

Fangs/Midge: Folklore

For Prompt 8, or Gamemaster's Choice, I chose to do a supernatural folklore theme! Or, more specifically, the rules about what you are NEVER supposed to do if you meet a fae in the woods...and then have Fangs break ALL of them. I just love folklore. Especially urban/local legends :)

Info to know before going in:
-Midge is a fae/fairy
-Fangs is called 'Franklin' in this story because he does not get his nickname Fangs until the start of the first chapter of 'Blood of My Blood, Flesh of My Flesh'
-Fangs (Franklin) and the Southside Serpents are werewolves, but at this point, Fangs has not turned nor does he know anything about his family legacy

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From the age that Franklin Fogarty could understand anything, his aunt always told him to stay clear of Fox Forest. She would sit him on her knees, speaking about how the Forest on the other side of the tracks, the forest near where all the people with a lot of money lived, seemed to be inviting and fun, but to be wary of it always. Never go into it alone, she'd say.

"But what about the forests behind our house" Franklin would ask. House was overstating it. The Fogarty family lived in a pair of trailers at the Sunnyside Trailer Park, backed right up to Crystal Forest and Crystal Lake.

"Those woods are our home," His aunt would say, rubbing his hair as she snuggled him close to her. Franklin asked about the howling he heard at night, about the big scary wolves and monsters that lived there, or so Toni had told him at school.

"There is nothing to be scared about," His aunt said softly, "Those wolves are not monsters and they will never hurt you. Do you know why we have wolves decorating our house?"

Franklin shook his head, noticing for the first time that his aunt's trailer was filled with wolves all over it. On the door, in the windows, on the blankets, as figurines on the fireplace.

"Because to be a Fogarty is to be a wolf."

Franklin, who would later be called Fangs, did not understand it at the time. He assumed his aunt was making some grand statement about the strength and community wolves shared, and how it seemed to fit the people that lived in the trailer park. He thought his Aunt just really liked wolves, and they were her spirit animal, or something.

At the time, Franklin nodded sagely, but he did not know the truth behind it at all.

He would recall asking his father about Fox Forest. His father scratched his head and shrugged, "I don't know why Aunt Calla told you that," He frowned, "Besides the fact you shouldn't be on the Northside, there's not much scary about Fox Forest. It's rather nice, I hear."

Franklin loved his father, but he worshiped his Aunt Calla. She was the best Aunt around, always reading him stories in bed and never complaining if she had to watch him. She treated him like an adult and not a stupid kid whenever he was around. She told him made-up bedtime stories of the brave wolves in the forest, wolves he'd later realize where his packmates. All the best memories Franklin had from his childhood came from Aunt Calla.

So, for most of his life, Franklin stayed clear of Fox Forest.

He remembered one time his father tried to take Franklin there on a picnic with some of the other trailer-park kids, and Franklin threw such a fit that his father was embarrassed about it for years after.

Franklin would not go into the forest.

That is, until he was 10.

When Franklin was ten years old, his Aunt Calla had a daughter. When he was 10, his Aunt was rushed to the hospital in a big siren with loud noises, and Franklin heard his dad crying, saying there was too much blood. When Franklin was 10, his father lost his sister. When Franklin was 10, Aunt Calla died to bring his cousin Delilah into the world.