Season's Change

Season's Change

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Faries, we hear about them in fairy tales, stories and legands, we see this as tiny little bugs that play pranks and are innocent mischevious little creatures.... but they are not they are cold cruel and beautiful vindictive little monsters who will watch you dance until you die, it's true some fey are like that, but here meet Ravyn, Fenris and Marigold these three fey are different then the usual ones you meet, these three are mixed season fey, a taboo in their world and they are being hunted by an unknown predator.... will they find their missing father? will they get the answers they seek? come red and find out... if you dare....
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* Prompt 110: 20 days of freedom. Mod: 21 days. If the Stinking Corpse Lily had come from Scotland, the creature within it would have been named a member of the Unseelie Court. If from the Appalachians instead of Indonesia, it would have been called a Wendigo. And if it had come from the Mediterranean, perhaps it would have been a Dryad. But it's home had been dragged to a southern mansion on the Gulf Coast, to a people who thought the paranormal was a lie whispered by Satan to ears that wouldn't hear a sermon--even when a few of them knew better. But the Rafflesia arnoldii wasn't made for the subtropical swamplands of the coast, and needs nurturing to survive--and even more when it finally breaks free from it's bloom. The first line of defense is a young billionaire named Charles Bardot, a son of "the blood", and beyond him, his mother Cherish Claris. Neither of them is prepared to stand between humanity and a monster that refuses to fit the modern idea of rational. But if they don't, more people will fall to the creature that sees humans as their cattle.

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