Etho was a wanderer, drifting from place to place, never staying long enough to leave a mark or to make one. Since childhood, life had been a constant blur of new towns, unfamiliar faces, and friendships that faded before they even began. His parents' relentless moves made each new city blend into the next, a series of temporary homes that never felt like home. When he arrived in this city, he expected more of the same-a brief stay in someone else's world. But this place was different. Unbeknownst to him, the people he was about to meet and the secrets this city held would change everything he thought he knew about belonging.

Etho has always been the type to push himself to his limits, often staying awake for days at a time. Whether it was working on school assignments, handling other tasks, or even just playing video games, the snow fox hybrid would genuinely forget to sleep. As a result, his ears would become hypersensitive, twitching constantly. His fur would become so fluffed up from exhaustion that it looked like it could stand on end. However, with the arrival of a new student, would things start to change for him? Would this new person finally break his relentless cycle?

So Far this book is about how Etho discovered the forest and met Bdubs. Etho is an Artic fox hybrid shapeshifter. Bdubs doesn't know that The Fox(Etho) is actually a human... yet. Story Located in HC, season 10, Bdubs's Country Side Acreage Base. This book is Additional chapters based off of @SofiyWhite888 book: Forgotten Lover. Go read her book first!

Winters had always been cruelly cold-biting, relentless, the kind that seeped through fur and bone alike. Even for an arctic fox, even for Etho, there were nights when the snow howled louder than instinct could answer. The white stretched on forever, blinding and empty, and the cold pressed in until movement itself became a careful calculation. Etho moved low to the ground when the wind picked up, shoulders rolling smoothly beneath his thick coat, paws placed with deliberate silence. His ears flicked constantly, swiveling for danger, for prey, for anything that meant warmth or shelter. When he paused, he curled his tail tight around his body, the plume of it tucked neatly over his nose to trap what little heat he could keep. Some winters were harsher than others. On those nights, instinct drove him closer to the edges of human territory. He lingered in the shadows, cautious but desperate, pale fur nearly vanishing against the snowbanks. The scent of smoke, wool, and cooked food tugged at something older than fear. He never approached boldly-only careful steps, a lowered head, eyes sharp and watchful, ready to bolt at the slightest threat. Finding a human willing to share warmth wasn't comfort. It was survival. Etho would settle near the fire but never too close, limbs tucked beneath him, muscles coiled even as exhaustion weighed heavy. Sleep came in short stretches, ears twitching, body primed to flee. Yet the heat soaked in anyway, thawing stiff joints and numbed paws, keeping him alive long enough to face the next dawn. Winter always passed eventually. But it never stopped demanding its price.

A forest, theres a meadow in that forest. The Hermits constantly visit the meadow and take care of the wild life there. Why? \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ Wrote this a while ago.. Around June, 2024. Enjoy!!

There is Nothing. Nothing for Bdubs. Nothing for Etho. Nothing for a broken man who's broken his own heart. In digging up Etho's grave to find his skull, Bdubs shoveled his own heart out. He's sobbing in broken remains.

(Previously known as The Cold Breath of Winter) Etho wanted to bury the shudder in his heart, and the knot his stomach tied itself into every time he was near the damn shortie. He whelve the words on his tongue into his heart, weaving each letter on the bottom and carefully placing his box of other things, his passions, his heartaches. Etho tried so hard to forget those very words themselves but somehow they kept appearing back, in his pocket, in the crevices of his fingers, in his clothes. Yes, this is ethdubs. Sorry? (The current cover is just a replacement for the cover I commissioned my friend to make. Hopefully it gets finished soon-)

" To show love to every Hermit, from the most to least subscribed, from those who have been on the server from day one to those who only joined this season! " That's what Hermitaday is for! Just know, for my normal readers, you might see some worlds you recognise! And you may see some you've never seen before, because I haven't written for that world yet. Fun, right?

This is a story of my fav ships; Scarian and Ethubs! These are 2 ships between 4 different Minecraft youtubers named Grain + GoodTimesWithScar and Ethoslab + BdoubleO100. I DO NOT ship the real people, only their Minecraft sona's. There will be absolutely NO SMUT in here, only fluff and maybe angst, there will be lip kisses but lil' pecks ofc. So with that all outta the way, enjoy some of my fav ships! (Most stories will take place in Hermit craft S9) (THESE STORIES ARE NOT MINE, IM SIMPLY POSTING THEM FOR THAT PERSON BECAUSE THEY DONT HAVE WATTPAD. I HAVE GOTTEN FULL PREMISSION TO. These stories are from my wonderful friend!)