Sneak peek of what I've been doing!

Heyo all! Just wanted to give some updates on what I've been up to and doing this whole time, as well as some sneak peeks! First! Y'all know I Dream?

Well, in one of the major arcs I'm designing, Hamin will be going to my version of Thestralia! Bear in mind though that this has been adapted from a crossover that sadly is up in the air at current.

The Night-Blessed Ducal Province of Fangcall

"This is an ancient land, wanderer. You tread on dark soil blessed by Night, Shade, and Blood, and sought by many. The inhabitants of these lands may have grown kinder since the ancient days of the Nightmare, but make no mistake; invaders, transgressors and outsiders are always seen as wayward sinners. The Mice and Rats would slay you and sup upon your bones and flesh the moment you stepped into their Burrow, much less the moment you disrespected a fellow Burrower."

"Hm? What about the Trolls? Hah! They are Burrowers, as are any who dwell in the deep roots of our world! Why would they live amongst their old enemies, the Thestrals, you ask? Simple. The warring was getting old, so, the bats gave them a choice. Join the Children of The Night, or face more bloodshed. And thus the term 'vampire' came to be. You didn't think vampire was the root word for vampony did you? Hah! Other way around, lad!"

"The capital? Fanghold? Ah, what's not to tell? The bloodwine is to die for, the intrigue of the Court and its Children is like music to one's ears even when they are screeching, and the bars and brothels are full of great drink and fine-looking males! Sometimes even females! But if you want adventure, best to go to the countryside."

"Just don't let the Sirens, Saurians, and Lurchers nab you, and you'll make quite a bit of coin. In Fanghold, no matter what you do, opportunity is abound, and fortune lives and breathes in the shadow of the moon."

Taking a swig from the bottle, the old thestral sailor seemed to get lost in savoring the drink, the light of Luna's Moon shining in their eyes. The wanderer left them to it and walked towards the city towering above the beach and cliff alike, it's walls lined with massive fangs as white as porcelain, gleaming the moonlight.

Lemme know what your thoughts are down below!

Second! A peek at what's brewing for Storm Queen!

This is a direct excerpt from the next chapter, set in the point of view of Ventus, Lucette's Ghost.

It didn’t take long to reach his room, and even less to dismiss the guards. When we walked in, though, we didn’t see him anywhere. Not at his bed, his desk, we even checked his bathroom and found nothing but the usual amenities for VIPs.

“Ugh. Where could he have even fucking gone?” L groused from the side of his bed.

I didn’t have an answer to that myself, so I started searching drawers. “Huh?” First one I found had a small journal with a pen holding a page like a bookmark. The journal itself was made of the usual leathers you could find around here, which is to say, one of the only leathers that you could find in all of Durkz without getting arrested by literally any social justice worker; Kraken Hide. 

Did the maids give this to him? Maybe he asked for it?

Whatever it was, didn't give any answers or clues when I scanned it.

Looking back to L, I asked, “Do you think this’d have anything?”

I flinched back at her look. “V. As curious as I am, I’m not going to rummage in his personal shit. He can tell me that stuff himself. Rummaging is for spies.”

“Sorry…” I replied as I placed the tome back before flying over to her. “Just…curious, ya know?”

“You always have been. Moreso since I told you everything that happened to me.” She chuckled as I nuzzled her. “Aside from the gory bits.”

The shudder that passed through my frame only made her chuckle again. “Jerk. Not funny.”

“I know.” Was her simple response as she sighed.

We lapsed into silence for a bit after that.

“...Where do you think he went?” I asked eventually.

L kept silent a bit longer, then heaved a breath and stood up from his bed. “Let’s go find out. I’m betting the guards saw something.”

“...Why did we not do that sooner?”

“...Let’s just go ask.” She couldn’t hide that blush quick enough.

“Heh. Cute.”

“I will crush you.”

“Kinky~.”

Final bits!! Shadow of Rage is still taking some work to update, but it is chugging along more steadily now in terms of the next chapter and arc. Some of you may have noticed a few other stories of mine recently being given the notice of 'REWRITE' or similar in it's description, like Not Alonne or Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall. And those status' are true. Those two stories are getting rewritten. Finally, there are still some stories tied to those mentioned here, as well as to Skull the Cursebringer, that are in the works as we speak.

Hope you all enjoyed, and I hope you're all as excited to see these chapters get out as I am! Let me know what you think, too! I'm dying to hear from you guys!