Monsters were wild. Monsters were strong. Monsters were fierce and free.If I was monstrous…perhaps it wasn’t such a bad thing.

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She was prisoner to an old, forgotten god, kept from her home, probably never to see it again, and yet… the way she sat, poised, calm, clear like a full moon night, she seemed much...