They were watching her for weeks; it was only days until their borrowed skin began to rot.
It was a punishment, a consequence for devouring their own kin. And here they thought they ate the last of their relatives; yet, there she was; a sun descendant Furie, a distant cousin; in the flesh and bone, hiding within the Naga camp; her forever army.
The royal emblem on her chest glinted, and the Utors paused; a Furie of direct royal descent could be troublesome. If not fatal.
Slowly, the duo backed away and succumbed back into their hell hole.
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Kathea
FantasyAfter spending weeks in the sea when she was only six years old, Kathea tries to adjust living among humans in the orphanage that she was placed in. However, she soon discovers that she is not the only creature that came from what lies beyond the se...
