The sight before Morgan was as impressive as it was terrifying. An entire pirate fleet, devastated, reduced to nothing more than chunks of wood and metal sinking between the monsters massive coils. He felt his stomach turn as he watch the leviathan start plucking what unlucky humans had survived from the water, downing them in quick gulps, not granting them even the curtesy of at least chewing. Morgan closed his eyes and took in a long shaky breath, so, he thought to himself, this was the monster his kingdom employed for their safety.
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This was originally written for a g/t writing prompt challenge!
Prompt from @coffehbeans
âGrowth. It's still so underutilized in stories. But oh, not any type of growth, no, I wish there were more lowkey body horror growth scenes. Like, make the character terrified of what they're becoming, make the growth painful, almost monstrous smh, make me, the reader, terrified, idk lol. I just wish there was more horror-centered growth sequences and the existential dread that comes with becoming five stories tall.â
Everything had gone so, so wrong. The energy from the anomaly burned out every electronic in the building before coalescing around patient zero. Me.
Iâve never been struck by lightning but if I were to guess, this was a hundred times that. It felt like my blood was boiling. Every nerve in my body was screaming with pain. I could feel wet tears and snot sliding down my face.
Then the real fun started. My skin burned as it started to stretch and rip before stitching itself back together. I could hear popping and cracking as my bones shattered and reformed. My body had become some kind of gorey puzzle and I wanted nothing more than to just pass out, to die even, anything other than the excruciating pain.
And then the floor started to fall away. The table Iâd been sat at was small now. It reminded me of a doll set my grandmother had owned. Weird things you think about when you're undergoing experimentation by the government.
I stumbled backwards and the wall behind me cracked under my newfound weight. I sat there, slumped, breathing ragged as the anomaly finished its work.
After a moment I managed to glance up, I could see my reflection in the glass of the viewing room. I didnât even recognize the form before me, wouldnât have thought it was me at all, accept, it had my eyes. The scientist eagerly scribbled on their clipboards as the generators powered on and the facility came back online. An automated voice rang from above:
Newt climbed the tree before him with no small amount of effort. It was a tall fir, needles heavy with snow. The lowest branches were a few feet off the ground, which meant Newt had to dig his claws in, sticky pine sap dripping from the wounds he inflicted upon the wood. It was going to be a pain to wash out his fur later but hopefully the treasure above him was worth it.
Once he was finally to the branches the climb became much easier. A natural ladder for Newt to take advantage of. Finally he reached the level he needed to be on. Before him, out on the end of a thick sturdy branch, was a nest. His mouth watered as he caught sight of the white eggshells, they almost seemed to glow, and Newt could swear he could taste the yolks already. He would eat like a king that day, if he could get them that is.
He started inching his way out towards the nest. He glanced nervously at the sky, making sure an unhappy mother wouldnât swoop in to peck at him. The eggs were just almost in reach when a crack sounded from above. Suddenly a cascade of fresh snow slipped from the higher branches.
Newt yelped as the new weight shook the branch below his feet and he slipped. He scrabbled and clawed trying to catch another branch, but to no avail. He fell. And fell. Pine needles and twigs scratched at Newtâs face and body as he collided with the lower branches. He let out a yelp as he felt a hot pain sear through one of his legs before finally he landed unceremoniously in a pile of leaves.
He could feel his heart hammering in his chest. Of all the ways that climb could have ended, this was the worst. He needed to get up and move, he could feel the blood leaking from his wounds, and if he stayed here too long some predator would certainly sniff him out. And then Newt heard the only sound that could possibly make this whole situation worse.
âWhat in the world was thatâ a surprised voice boomed. A human voice.
This was originally written for G/t writing prompt challenge!
The Motherly Dragon:
âCareful what you wish forâ the dragon hissed. The young hero squirmed under her grasp and she dug her claws into the earth around him. He was clearly a fool, an inexperienced glory seeker, just like so many before.
Bunch of wannabes the dragon thought to herself bitterly. All she wanted was some rest. To hunt. To fly. To find a nice cave to call her own, but she never got more than a week of peace before some knight came galloping up to slay her.
and this one was no exception, his armor gleamed, new from the looks of it. Never used. He had moved clumsily in it, wielding a sword far too big for himself. Arrogance. âDidn't anyone tell youâ she snarled as she lowered her head towards him, mouth parting, teeth gleaming with drool. âHeroes donât get happy endingsâ the heat rose in her throat, ready to burn the idiot to a pile of ash.
his heart was thrumming under her palm, and she relished in the fear sheâd inflict during his last moment. Then, he spoke, and her blood ran cold.
âPleaseâ he whimpered. âIâm sorryâ he stuttered. Normally she wouldnât care. Normally she ignored the begging. But this was not the voice of a hero, nor a knight. Not a voice full of pride and arrogance but one filled with inexperience.
She calmed her flame, loosened her grasp only slightly to allow him more breath and then continued to lean down towards him. He yelped, screamed really, as her teeth came down around him. She gently pulled the helmet from his head. And staring up at her, blue eyes wide and wet with tears, was a child.
A man perhaps by human standards⌠but a young one even for them. âThey would send a child to kill meâ she hissed, flames once again warming her throat âDo they think of me as some lowly lizard, some easily dispatched pestâ she was roaring now. The young man flinched and she reared back lifting him into the air so they could be eye level. She stared expectantly, she wanted an answer.
âOâŚof course not. Theyâve put a bounty on your head. A huge one! Half the king's treasury evenâ he spouted.
The dragon clicked her tongue disapprovingly âand you seek to claim such a bountyâ?
âYes,â he whispered.
âSo are you a fool, or do you have a deathwishâ?
âIâmâ he paused, considering his words âIâm desperate. I thought if I could complete this bounty, perhaps life would be different for meâ.
âWell, life certainly is different when you're deadâ she hissed, making him flinch. Her gaze softened, she lowered her claws and released him. He fell in a heap upon the ground, breathing heavily. âPerhaps consider that before you take any more risks, hmmmâ?
He looked up at her, obviously surprised she was letting him go âI⌠I willâ.
Levvie crouched slightly to duck under the doorway and into the warmth of the tavern. It was nice that she could even fit through the door, while most establishments catered to larger species like dragons, few creatures reached heights quite like sea monsters and as such Levvie often had to kneel to enter shops.
She approached the counter where Pumpkin was wiping down silverware. The kĂ´reborne glanced up briefly âaye Levvie, find anything good scavenging todayâ?
âA few pearls, a bit of gold⌠oh a picked these up for youâ Levvie grabbed a sack from her waist and set it down for Pumpkin to see.
âOh! Stone Crabsâ Pumpkin excitedly grabbed the sack. âWell ,thank you Iâll throw these in the freezer and send out Kal for yaâ.
Levvie sat on a stool as Pumpkin jumped down and made her way into the back of the tavern. There was a flurry of sudden commotion before Kal burst through the swinging doors, wings a blur of movement keeping his feet inches off the floor. Levvie tried not to laugh as he crashed into the bar with a gentle OOMPH!
He righted himself and quickly approached Levvie âare you readyâ she asked.
âAre you kidding, Iâve been waiting for this all weekâ he beamed.
It was only a short walk down the docks to the new creamery. Lanterns and lights twinkled in front of the modest building. Kal almost ran up to the counter and Levvie, even with her stride, struggled to catch up.
âOne small vanilla cream with honey drizzle and strawberries, and whatever the lady would likeâ he glanced towards Levvie.
She leaned to be eye level with the human at the counter âa large chocolate cream, with cookie bits pleaseâ
The human nodded, Kal handed over some coins and soon they both had their ice cream. Levvie held Kalâs hand and hummed as they walked further away from the docks to the community garden. Taking a seat on a bench Levvie started spooning her dessert into her mouth.
Kal set his cup on the bench, wings flicking. Levvie watched as his form shifted, shrinking, skin giving way to floof and a tail unfurling behind him. Now in his fae form, Kal sat on the edge of the cup and started using his hands to scoop cream into his mouth.
Levvie smirked âYou better be careful, or Iâll have to throw you in the fountain againâ.
âHey! You said that was an accidentâ!
Levvie chuckled âso.. is it as good as you were hopingâ?
âdefinitely, oh you have to try thisâ he exclaimed, scooping a strawberry into his arms and using it like a spoon. After he decided it was properly loaded with cream and drizzle he leapt up, wings buzzing to get him airborne. His tiny frame rushed to Levvies face and she pulled back slightly to make sure he wouldnât slam into her.
âI donât know Kalâ.
âCome on, just try it, it's only a biteâ.
Levvie opened her mouth, gently taking the strawberry from Kal. She chewed contemplatively as Kal buzzed before her. âHm, thatâs not bad actuallyâ.
âTold youâ!
âNow you have to try mineâ Levvie lifted her spoon with one hand and held her other up open for Kal to land. He settled into her palm and grabbed at the spoon greedily. He shoved his entire face into the chocolate cream and then pulled back with eyes wide.
âohâ he gasped.
âsee! I toldâ Levvie was cut off as Kal tipped the spoon while eagerly trying to get another bite and dumped chocolate all over himself.
âOopsâ Kal laughed, licking his palms.
âOopsâ Levvie responded as she leaned down and kissed him, her lips smothering his face. She pulled away âI hope you know you're definitely going in the fountain nowâ.
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Brambleâs stomach lurched as he jolted awake. His fur stood on edge and he quickly threw off his quilt and searched clumsily in the dim morning light for the shoebox heâd used as a makeshift nest for his new friend. He sighed heavily with relief as he pulled the box into his lap and observed the little creature inside was still breathing.
It was a tiny thing, the size of a doll, perhaps at one time it had even been a doll. Mismatched patches of fabric dotted its body and pink yarn hair covered its sleeping face. Moth-like wings ripped and tattered, rested against its back. Its tail twitched as it suddenly curled in on itself, small murmurs left its lips and Bramble frowned. It had been almost three days and his little friend had yet to wake.
Gently Bramble wrapped the little creature back up in the bundle of fabric heâd salvaged as blankets and set the box down near the fireplace with the hope the still red coals would keep it warm.
He gave one last glance around his cottage before opening the door and stepping out into the cool breeze. He gathered up his basket and his gardening tools and headed out into the forest to forage.
As Bramble collected some mushrooms from a fallen log he heard a voice through the trees âOh no! Come backâ. Brambleâs ears twitched and he stood to check on the voice. As he pushed through the foliage he came up behind a small woman who was rather focused on a grasshopper. The little insect kept jumping away just as the woman got close. âOh come now, I just want a pictureâ she cooed. The insect didnât seem convinced and took another leap, this time it opened a pair of wings and, in its escape attempt, crashed into Brambleâs face.
Bramble yelped, the woman screamed and the grasshopper let out an indignant beep before flying off for good. Brambleâs ears dropped and he clutched at his arms trying to make himself seem a bit smaller than he was. âSorry, I hope I didnât scare you too badlyâ he muttered, eyes fixated on the ground.
âOh no! Just startled me a bit⌠Iâm guessing you must be Brambleâ
Bramble's ears flicked as he glanced back up âYou know meâ?
âWell I know of you, the rangers filled me in as Iâm joining their team as the new entomologist for the area. My name is Beaâ.
âOh! Itâs very nice to meet you⌠um⌠What is an entomologistâ?
Beaâs eyes filled with a glittering excitement âEntomology is the study of bugs! If itâs got wings, antennae, or stingers then Iâm interested in itâ she proclaimed.
Bramble tilted his head as he thought about the little creature heâd found. Wings: check. Antenna: checkâŚ. âCan you help injured bugsâ?
âSometimes, altho treating buggy friends can be a bit more difficult than other creatures. Why do you askâ?
âI found a creature a few days ago. It has wings and antennae so it might be a bug? Itâs injured though and I havenât been able to help itâ.
âI see,â Bea said, lifting her hand thoughtfully to her chin âWould you mind showing me, I could at least take a lookâ.
Bramble nodded âOf course! Just follow meâ.
Bramble showed Bea the way to his home and produced the box with his little friend in it. Bea sat at the table considering the creature carefully. A few times she gently lifted it to take a better look at its wings. Finally, she looked up at Bramble with a kind of determination that gave him a spark of hope. âThe little fella isnât exactly a bug, so I donât think I can help him aloneâ. Bramble's face fell and Bea quickly continued âBut! I think the seamstress in town might have some ideas of what to repair him withâ.
Bramble nodded âI see, thatâs a good ideaâ he exclaimed as he got up and moved to grab a basket. âHere, I think this will make it easier to carry him back into townâ.
âDonât you want to comeâ?
âI donât want to scare anyoneâ.
âHm, well I happen to know the seamstress would love to meet you. And I may be new but Iâve learned a fair few backways so I can make sure we donât encounter anyone elseâ.
âR-reallyâ?
âAbsolutelyâ.
Bramble followed Bea to the step as she walked him down alleyways and across gardens until they reached the home of the seamstress. Bea knocked and the older lady answered the door with a smile âWell, helloâ she glanced at Bramble who was trying hard to look as polite and nonthreatening as possible âOh! Well I havenât caught sight of you in a while. Happy to see you enjoying the jacket I made youâ.
Bramble looked down at his soft plush jacket âYou made it⌠for meâ?
âWeâll of course! Canât have our local cryptid getting coldâ.
Bea shifted the basket in her hands drawing the seamstress's attention âI have a bit of a favor to ask Mable, Bramble has a friend here who I think could use your helpâ.
âOh dear,â Mable remarked as she peered into the basket now set on her dining room table âPoor little cryptid, looks like he got shreddedâ!
âDo you think you can help?â Bea asked while Bramble carefully held a dainty teacup trying not to break it as he drank.
âHmmm, well I have a fair bit of scrap fabric so Iâll certainly give it a tryâ.
That night while Mable worked Bea and Bramble fell asleep in her living room, the rhythmic sound of the sewing machine could be heard through the neighborhood. A familiar and comforting sound to those nearby.
When the two awoke, Mable was making breakfast and, from the sounds of it, conversation with someone. Bramble and Bea quietly crept into the kitchen and observed the small creature from before sitting on the counter, snacking on a slice of strawberry.
âYou helped fix himâ Bramble couldnât keep himself from exclaiming, which caused the little creature to flutter its wings nervously. Bramble quickly covered his mouth and muttered an apology.
Mable chuckled âYes indeed, Needles here just needed a bit of patchworkâ.
âNeedles? Is that your name?â Bea asked.
âIt is,â Needles responded, his gaze flickering between Bea and Bramble. He lifted a hand to point at Bramble âYou, you're the one who helped me in the woodsâ!
Bramble nodded âYou remember that thenâ?
âI do, thank youâ.
âOf course, Iâm so relieved you're okâ.
Mable served up plates piled high with pancakes, fruit, and syrup and the four chatted getting to know each other as they ate. Before long it was time for Bramble to head home and Needles decided to go with him.
âMake sure you come visit againâ both Mable and Bea encouraged the two cryptids before they headed off into the woods.
The giant moved slowly as it lowered the tiny figure in its hands onto the table. Casimir squirmed, trying not to choke on the gag in his mouth as his lungs fought to scream in terror. Unfortunately the ropes he was tied with were done so by well trained hands. The knots, bulky and harsh, burrowed at his skin as he was laid out on a hard surface.
the giant loomed, leaning its face down to peer at Casimir with eyes red as a blood moon. Its fingers stretched out and Casimir closed his eyes tight. No touch came and he cracked open a single eye. The giant's hand hovered hesitantly. Finally it reached down, clawed nails gently brushing against Casimirâs skin. Casimir squirmed on instinct, fear running through his blood and energizing his bones. He knew exhaustion would sooner or later catch up however and forced himself to be still.
The ropes loosened. The hand pulled away. Casimir was still breathing, he took a moment to process his freedom before racing to rip the gag from his mouth. He sputtered and choked, his lungs finally freed to take in air greedily. When heâd stopped shaking he looked up at the giant. Its feline ears were cocked with an expression of concern. Once more it reached out its hand, gently holding a finger besides Casimir.
Casimir grasped the finger and pulled himself to his feet, he was drenched and could feel the weight of water soaked into his fur weighing him down. The giant's ears perked at Casimirâs acceptance of its help. Its eyes focused intently on Casimir for a moment and he felt a buzzing sensation surrounding his mind. It subsided and the giant's mouth opened, its tone no doubt a whisper to its own ears, but plenty loud to Casimirâs âAre⌠you okâ?
Casimir paused, froze for a moment at hearing his language come from such a foreign tongue. âI, yes Iâm ok. Who are youâ?
The giant sighed with relief, ruffling Casimirâs fur âIm, well, my name is a bit difficult to translate so you can call me Drizâ. Driz paused looking expectantly at Casimir.
