Terra D. Achtyl
Bio
Your friendly neighbourhood lizard-person.
Stories (3/0)
If one doesn't get you, the other will
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was flickering weakly, a tiny yellow beating heart barely bright enough to illuminate the cabin’s sole occupant who lay face-down on the worm-eaten floorboards. Aside from her chest - which heaved as she huffed and puffed to catch her breath - she had barely moved since crashing through the door and promptly collapsing.
By Terra D. Achtyl2 years ago in Horror
A Haunting Dragonsong
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Then one day, there were. The end,” I answered, rolling my eyes. Unfortunately, this did not seem to be the answer the three patrons of my shabby tavern were looking for - they responded to this perfectly accurate and succinct reply by levelling two steel spears at my throat. I glared contemptuously across the wooden bartop at them. Princess Eira Valley and her two identical guards, all stony-faced statues with nary a shred of good humour or respect for other people’s time between them, stared impassively back.
By Terra D. Achtyl2 years ago in Fiction