Pixie was tired of all the looks and hateful remarks that went their way whenever they went around town. They understood that they were so much smaller than everyone else but that wasn’t something they could control and they wished that everyone would understand that. Pixie sometimes wished that they could just stop existing. Just so that the pain would end. Every time that Pixie went outside, the number of bruises that littered their body only seemed to grow. They were just so tired.

Pixie decided today would be as good as any day to work on their drawings so they grabbed their sketch book and ran out the door, trying to make it to the calming quietness and stillness of the woods that surrounded the town as quickly as possible, ignoring the lingering gazes that they got as they made their way through. Today was going to be different. Today, Pixie was going to work on their art and enjoy the nice weather.

Blue was SICK AND TIRED of being stuck in this stupid house! It had been raining for a week straight and she was SICK of it! Thank goodness that there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky today cause if not, Blue would have gone insane.

Blue rushed out the front door, grabbing her bag and not worrying about closing the door behind her, knowing that she was the biggest thing around for miles. She made a mad dash to the nearest redwood, a grin plastered across her face, fangs fully exposed for all to see. (not like there was anyone TO see)

Once she got close to the trunk of the massive tree, she used a second, smaller tree to springboard up the redwood, letting out a very excited howl that could be heard for miles.

Within seconds, Blue managed to drag herself to the top of the tree, digging her claws into the bark. She paused for a moment to look around her, the small town of giants that was close by catching the corner of her eye. Blue smiled and jumped to the next tree, her plan for the day being created in her head. She made her way across the tree tops at incredible speeds.

Pixie had been trying to get the shading on their picture just right for close to an hour and a half when they heard it. A distinctive howl in the distance. To anyone else, the sound wouldn’t have really affected them all too much. They would probably have just shrugged it off and continued on with their day.

But Pixie knew that excited sound and it sent a tremble down their spine. They had to finish their picture quickly or else risk getting seen by the giant that lived in the woods.

No one really knew much about the cat-hybrid giant that frequently visited the small town. She mainly kept to herself, only coming to town at least once a week, coming to sell furs and pelts of the wild beast that roamed deep in the woods and using the money from those furs and pelts to get supplies that she could possibly need or couldn’t get.

When the hybrid first showed up to sell her furs, no one wanted to trade with her. Yes she was tall but it was quite obvious to the townspeople that she was what they considered a ‘mongrel’. So she left but came back a week later. This time however, she was covered in dry blood and many furs of several different extremely dangerous creatures.

After that, no one said no to trading with the mysterious giant. She had a wicked set of sharp claws that Pixie had witnessed being used in replacement of a knife, easily cutting through flesh. Her tail was long and had a bit fluff at the end but the way that the giant held it, Pixie knew that she knew how to use it.

She was also huge. Stood next to any other giant in the town, they only ever came to her shoulders. She easily towered over them all. Every time that the giant came to trade, Pixie always made sure to stay inside and out of her sight. They were terrified of what the mysterious giant would do to them if she ever found them.

Pixie had given themselves 10 minutes max in order to finish their picture. As they were packing up their things in order to make their way back to the town, they heard a loud CRASH from above them followed by a loud THUD as something or someone fell from the trees and landed on the flower that was only a few feet away from them.

Blue knew that she couldn’t make that jump. She knew she would miss but she did it anyway. And the worst part was that she only missed by a few inches.

She groaned, flipping onto her back and rubbing her face, hoping against hope that she hadn’t broken anything that tumble. Blue rose to her feet and began dusting her pants off when she heard a quiet rustle of leaves come from her left.

Blue whipped her head around, hunched over, fangs bared, ears pinned to the side of her head, a growl beginning deep in her throat only to be cut short when greeted by the sight of a terrified giant.

Their bubblegum pink hair vibrated ever so slightly as they shook in what seemed to be fear. Their eyes widened as they looked Blue up and down.

“Sorry abo-“

Blue wasn’t able to finish her statement as the smaller giant let out a high pitched squeak, scrambled to their feet, and bolted into the tree line.

Blue looked at where the giant had sat just moments ago and noticed a notebook and pencil, sitting there. She assumed that they lived in the nearby town and decided she would return the notebook to them.

She went over to the forgotten notebook and pencil and bent down to pick them up. She placed it in her bag and made her way to the town, this time keeping her feet firmly on the ground.

As she made her way through the plaza, Blue kept her eyes peeled for the pink-haired giant, determined to give them back their sketchbook. She didn’t want to just show up to their house out of nowhere if she could find them out and about.

On the way to the town, she had looked through the book to see if she could find a name for the giant. The inside cover of the book had the name and address to what Blue believed to be the household that the giant, whose name is Pixie, lived in.

While selling all her furs to her usual buyer, Blue asked him if he knew where the Finch household was.

After getting pointed in the right direction and thanking the man, Blue trotted off in the direction that he had pointed in.

She was about to knock on the door, Blue noticed Pixie on the roof. Not wanting to bother the rest of the household, she backed up and ran up the side of the building, digging her claws into the crevices between the bricks.

She landed on the roof with a small thud, startling Pixie accidentally. She remembered that the small giant was slightly scared of Blue’s height so she sat down a bit aways from them.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” Pixie mumbled, wringing their hands together. “W-why did you follow me?”

“You forgot your sketchbook and pencil back in the woods,” Blue said, reaching behind her to grab the sketchbook out of her bag. She held it out for the timid giant to take.