MadMaxine

Hi all!

If you missed it, I posted a full chapter yesterday!

Also! Also!

I have a shout! I know, I rarely do those, and that's because I'm only interested in shouting stories I truly love these days. And this one's got a buff (trans well past transition) dragon-like girl in it! With a lot of good old fashioned character work and being dragged into politics and a solid helping of punching the absolute daylights out of magical aberrations. Story's called "The Drake of Craumont" by OrigamiNarwhal and you can find it

HERE.

A flash of pain. Darkness. Fire. Wrath.

Confusion.

Eyes snap open under a slate gray sky. Bleeding fingers dig furrows through ash-covered, half-frozen mud. Memories of battle war with memories of home, of expectations and… mistakes.

Lungs draw breath and sputter, choking on frigid, sulphurous air. Years of training kick in, then out. Clashing lives, spasming muscles, and a flash of flattened, de-barked trees. A desperate fight for air as face turns from sky to churned earth.

Strange weight, strange proportions. Familiar heavy heart filled with unfamiliar reasons. Half-remembered prayers to an uncertain god. 

Unanswered.

The first damp patter of earth on a hollow coffin.

A surge, heat, and the sky again. Limbs splayed, jaw slack, heart racing. Light fades, clouds clear, and stars look down through the gaps between light snow that hisses against burning skin, stings at the edges of now-healed limbs, alights on cold weights attached to the head.

Memories strengthen, memories fade. Identity emerges.

And with it, recollection. Death—and no proper rebirth.

Sylvia Frost, former High Priestess of Dhias, former human, screams until her throat gives out.

MadMaxine

Large (coherent) soul fragments coming back as greater demons usually have a type.

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If you want to read more, my Patreon is about a ten chapters ahead! There are also a few side and short stories and complete volume pdfs!

If you want to chat about the story or just hang out, my discord is open to all!