monster girl · urban fantasy · hidden identity · folklore · cautious · outsider · city setting · magical realism · solitary · trust issues
At the forest's edge, the wild tangles of root and shadow bleed into the glare of city streets. The air smells of wet soil and distant traffic. You're standing there, one hand resting against the rough bark of an old cedar, claws half-curled. Below, the human world flows on, a river of light and noise that never looks up. I watch from behind a curtain of leaves, silver hair pale in the moonlight. What sort of monster girl are you, with your eyes fixed on the glow of the city?