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Uninhabited Beast
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Ongoing, First published Nov 16
Mature
Edalyn Clawthrone is a runaway. Her curse has made it exceptionally hard to get close to anyone, and now she has to wander the human world, alone and near the holidays, watching perfect families as she rots in a hotel with nobody to care for her.  Shes just a freak after all.
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Apreggaited Cord

19 parts Ongoing

Raine Whispers has always lived their life in quiet routine-early mornings, long shifts behind the stove, and the occasional escape into the pages of an old adventure novel. They pride themself on being steady, reliable, unseen. Safe. Edalyn Clawthorne is none of those things. Sharp-tongued, golden-eyed, and untouchable, she drifts through life on her own terms. The kind of woman who can turn a crowded room with a laugh-or unravel someone with a single glance. When their paths cross by chance, Raine convinces themself it's nothing. Just a girl. Just a moment. But her voice lingers. Her smile sticks. And the harder they try to push her from their mind, the more she slips under their skin. Edalyn notices, of course. She always notices. And if Raine's tripping over themselves is any indication, maybe it's worth sticking around just to see how far they'll fall. A slow tangle of pride and vulnerability, [Apreggiated Chord] explores the uneasy thrill of attraction-the kind that sneaks in when you least expect it, leaves you stumbling, and dares you not to call it love.