The Last Sprite (ManxMan)

The Last Sprite (ManxMan)

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Paranormal
Faron, an art school dropout, lives his life with a shadow looming over him. After his parents lost their lives in a car crash two years ago, he has lived a life of self seclusion in his parent's cabin in Emerald Lake State Park, Tennessee. He leaves his house as little as possible, often only to drive into town to check his mail. Faron, consumed by the past, finds himself only breathing by the sheer will to live. With only the vast woods to keep him company, he has no relatives, no friends, and above all else, he can't seem to find the joy in life he once held so dearly. The only constant human interaction he has is with a cheery man who delivers his groceries, and with the memories of his once happy life haunting his dreams, Faron can't seem to escape his imprisonment. However, his time spent alone in his cabin is coming to an end. With a strange energy in the air, a creature as old as time is born onto the earthly realm, bringing with it the pursuit of an evil just as old and ten times hungrier. With his life flipped over on its head, Faron has no choice but to adapt. The question is, will he survive, or will the darkness consume everything in its path.
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Shepherd had run all his life. Constant, unabating movement that consumed him. It was relentless, be it the demons within his own mind or external pursuers out of his control, there was always another beast snapping at his heel, urging him forward in the eternal chase. But that was behind him. He was settled now, happy, hidden away from the prying eyes and reaching claws. Until He returned. Reece Greymoore, a name Shepherd so desperately wished to eradicate from his mind. Their meeting had been brief, a lifetime ago, ending on soured notes that Shepherd no longer allowed to disturb his slumber. Reece shouldn't have found him, and yet there he was, speaking of friendship and favours and other pleasantries that had Shepherd's guard firmly bolstered around himself. But Reece never appeared in a shower of sunshine and rose petals. Rather, he spoke of so much worse, of threats to Shepherd's very life. Promises of safety fell upon deaf ears, disbelief a much more comforting blanket to reside within. Reece was not only an alpha but he was a ghost, a figure within Shepherd's past that should have never arisen. He arrived with death and dismay in his wake, sweet words weren't repayment enough. Reece's presence had shattered the fragile cage around Shepherd, allowing the light in, reminding him of the freedom of the chase. The roots he had planted were withering, tearing apart beneath him, leaving nothing but rot and decay where he stood. Maybe running was just how it was meant to be...

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