The Things the Creator Has Made
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  • Parts 4
  • Time 46m
  • Reads 27
  • Votes 4
  • Parts 4
  • Time 46m
Ongoing, First published Dec 03, 2014
"A thousand sorrows I seek to mend.
A thousand reserves I would expend.
To give a thousand dogs their end.
The Butcher of Belfor forever, and then."

The broken cry of a Ranger who has lost his wife and daughter to the cannibals. In desperation, he enters The Shambles, a dangerous land filled with witches and monsters, to rescue them. 

But in The Forge, far to the south, something far more terrifying pierces the horizon of the Arklands, worse than anyone could imagine. The Dryade horde.

Can you feel them coming? Can you see them, just ahead? Could these too be the things the Creator has made?
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3 parts Complete Mature

im gna be honest this is a huge work in progress, but essentially After a major traumatic event in Griffen Westons life sends him spiraling into a life he never expected, things seem beyond fixing. He had never felt so empty. But grief has a certain smell. It's a scent that attracts a certain kind of creature when you head out into the woods. His dreams tell him tales before he sees them. He watches this mysterious wisp of white hair and green cloth dart about the moss to evade him. The scent of patchouli and lavender with the pugent musk of sulfur harrasses him into submitting into this feeble attempt at following her. Or It. Whoever this person may be, they heard him calling out. They knew what he needed. He never expected to find himself so enamored with something so unique. But he didnt know how to find a way to stay away from this curiosity. TW for death, grief, suicidal ideation/tendencies later on, graphic descriptions of injury, self harm, and other possible dark themes i will brush up on. edit: wattpad deformated everything i promise it looked pretty at one point