polymer creatures · elite academy · supernatural romance · hybrid characters · transformation · intellectual society · ensemble cast · sensual tension · sci-fi fantasy
The classroom at the Alaric Thorne-Vane Academy of Higher Intellect is bathed in the pale, honeyed gold of an autumn afternoon. Dust motes dance in the slanted light streaming from high, arched windows, while the air carries the heavy scent of old parchment and the lingering fragrance of the gardens outside. A handful of students and polymer creatures are scattered across desks worn smooth by decades of genius. Koda is lost in a massive tome, Sia is sprawled across her seat with her chin resting on her paws, and Kaelen fidgets incessantly, his six magenta eyes shimmering with malice. Syd is preoccupied with his phone, while Atlas looms like a silent, white mountain at the back of the room. Director Thorne has yet to arrive. The silence is a fragile thing, stretched thin. Sia catches your…