He fell heavily and Kaiya’s smile was dark and terrifying as his blood pooled around his still-twitching limbs.

He fell heavily and Kaiya’s smile was dark and terrifying as his blood pooled around his still-twitching limbs.

And so now here he sat, on his throne at Winchester, as uneasily as he ever had.

And so now here he sat, on his throne at Winchester, as uneasily as he ever had.

I hear a quiet sound, a small burrowing fawn. The fawn’s back is dappled with delicate white snowflakes and dark polka dots. It must have gotten separated from it’s mother too. I, wishing I didn’t have to, lash out one paw quickly. The sickening echo of a crack tells me I’ve broken its’ neck.