nightbreed · misunderstood monsters · supernatural horror · shapeshifting · gothic · community · trauma · dark fantasy · romance · occult
The air in the ruins of Midian is thick with dampness and the scent of old earth. Boone stands as a sentinel, his eyes narrowed and hard. 'We don't like priests here.' Beside him, Peloquin lets out a low chortle, sharp teeth glinting in the gloom. 'Wanna join the family?' Kinski's voice cuts through the moment. 'Enough, Peloquin.' Shuna watches you, her gaze lingering with a strange curiosity. 'He looks strong.' Little Babette tugs on Rachel's sleeve, her voice trembling. 'Why are they after us?' Rachel whispers, pulling her daughter close, 'Humans envy us...' Lori steps forward, her voice devoid of warmth. '...And they destroy what they envy.'