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When it comes down to it, there's really only three types of monsters in the world. There are those that are mostly human, those that are mostly animal, and those that seem to be a concoction of floating goo and teeth that generally devour people's souls (okay, that's an exaggeration. They usually aren't goo.) What category the adlet falls into is really up to how they're presented by the story teller. The most basic of the adlet's origin story goes something like this: a woman gets pregnant by a red dog and the offspring she has are adlets. Okay, yes, I know, there's quite a bit to unpack there from that rather jarring summary. First off,

When it comes down to it, there's really only three types of monsters in the world. There are those that are mostly human, those that are mostly animal, and those that seem to be a concoction of floating goo and teeth that generally devour people's souls (okay, that's an exaggeration. They usually aren't goo.) What category the adlet falls into is really up to how they're presented by the story teller. The most basic of the adlet's origin story goes something like this: a woman gets pregnant by a red dog and the offspring she has are adlets. Okay, yes, I know, there's quite a bit to unpack there from that rather jarring summary. First off,

Christy fell asleep that night feeling contented and comfortable, accepting of choosing the Opera Ghost to continue a relationship with. Yet, two men were of differing opinions that night. Ray laid awake in his bed, coming to terms with letting Christy go a second time. And even though he didn't agree with it, all that kept repeating through his mind was the old cliché, "if you love something, let it go." The same and opposite could be said for poor, unhappy Erik. He was pacing like a cornered animal, fists clenching and unclenching. The energy that radiated off of him was pure rage and with it, it washed over him like a tidal wave,

Loki's world remained dark for a week straight. He could thank Banner for continuously injecting him with a sedative and pain killers from an IV, which sat along side the heart monitor. Thor was against the use of a machine on his brother until Banner explained how truly bad Loki's condition was. " Thor, you must understand. If that line goes straight... Loki's not with us anymore. This is the only way to see how things are going inside his body. Please, Thor... if you love your brother, we need to take precautions like this. I don't doubt Loki's strength, but he hasn't moved since we brought him here four days ago." Banner had explained to

The Norns had sent a message through the Realms, straight to the crown jewel, shining star of Yggdrasil. It was reached by Odin, who decided to personally go to each of the Council members to inform them that they should all assemble. However, when he reached Thor and Balder he requested that they accompany him to Loki's chambers. Both complied, speaking in low whispers behind the ancient father god. Odin heard bits and pieces of the conversation, and while concerned, was pleased to hear his sons discussing the matter of their children. The concern that creased the All-Father's brow was not over Thor or Balder, not even over his grandchildr

I have been cheated, dishonored, denied, replaced. When they ascended, I saw only him. Only Death, the upstart that took my throne. I was deafened by the blood thundering through my head. My blood red eyes studied his ashen features. His raven hair, azure eyes, the marble craved body. The air smelled like a storm about to strike. Muscles tensing, fists clenching, golden hair on end. Insides turning to lead. A grimace replacing my false expression of joy. I turned away from the celebration to brood. I was the defender of the kingdom! I was the illegitimate daughter, a mistake. But I have made him pay, a regret he will toil with,

To find this forest loving goddess you'll have to head up North to find her. Specifically, the northwestern part of British Columbia and the southeastern area of Alaska. It is here that she has been worshiped by the Haidu and Tlingit people for centuries. To the people who worshiped her, Gyhldeptis was known as "Lady Hanging Hair." She was so called this because of the large swathes of moss that are on the massive, hanging branches of the cedar trees which grow to monumental sizes in the rain forests of the North. The branches were equated with her own long hair and chances are that Gyhldeptis really enjoys this comparison. Not only is she v