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Goose pulls out her puppy dog eyes and her dad lets her get away with anything.

After around 10 years of barely speaking to his son, Linzor visits Centela and Mingan for their wedding and is his usual, horrible self.

640 words

cw: implied abuse / Linzor being an absolute creep

Mingan limped to Centela’s side and gave Linzor a polite nod. ‘It’s wonderful to have you here, Linzor. It’s been such a long time.’

Linzor just stared at Mingan. His eyes darted over her, as if taking in every way she’d changed since she had been a child, and the twitch of his lip into a half-smile filled Centela with the urge to throw himself between his father and his wife.

But he held back and took a deep breath. His father hadn’t done anything, he told himself as he let the breath out. He was just being ... strange, again. That’s all it was.

‘You look like your mother looked when she was your age.’

The urge came back, and Centela couldn’t stop himself taking the step. ‘Y-Yeah. People say that a lot—‘

‘—You have her eyes,’ Linzor continued. ‘Smile for me.’


‘Smile,’ Linzor repeated.

Mingan looked like she didn’t want to. And when she took Centela’s hand and squeezed it Centela knew he had to say something— But he couldn’t think of a single thing—

‘You won’t even smile for your father-in-law?’ Linzor cooed, a false sweetness to his voice. ‘Pity. Though, if you’re anything like your mother I’ll get it out of you sooner or later!’

Centela felt Mingan’s nails dig into his hand and he lifted his wings up, faking a laugh as an excuse to shield Mingan. ‘Hah! Well, you know, she’s nothing like Elli. So why even try?’

Linzor’s grin disappeared into a cool judgement as he looked at his son. He stared for a moment before loudly licking a fang and grunting.

‘You got fat.’

‘Y-Yeah. I did.’

‘Oh well. I don’t know what I was expecting, leaving you with wolvens,’ he shrugged and turned for the door. ‘Come. We’ll head back to the party. You can show me how much your flight has improved on the way.’

Centela felt his scales go cold, and didn’t move. ‘I. … I can’t.’

‘You can’t what?’


Linzor rounded on his son. ‘What? Why not!’

‘I. ... I got too fat.’

‘TOO FAT?’ Linzor snapped. ‘What do you mean you got “too fat” to fly!’

Centela jumped and squeezed Mingan’s hand. ‘I mean— I mean I got fat. A-And now I can’t fly.’

Linzor rubbed his temples and let out a long, angry groan before dropping his hands to his sides and scowling. ‘You’re unbelievable. Alright, well, what did you pull me aside for in the first place?’

‘Well, I wasn’t sure how to tell you in my letter,’ Centela swallowed. ‘But ... Mingan’s pregnant.’

‘About time,’ replied Linzor. ‘What else?’

‘Uh, that was it?’

‘For fucks sake, you think being pregnant is special? Half your sisters back home are pregnant!’ Linzor turned to walk away. He called over his shoulder as he made for the door, ‘Next time you make me waste my time it better be for something that’s actually important!’

Centela felt Mingan squeeze his hand again and looked at her.

‘It’s alright,’ she reassured. ‘I’m sure he cares.’

Centela shrugged and turned back to watch his father, who was examining an expensive vase beside the staircase. ‘I. ... I don’t think he does.’

After a moment Linzor pushed the vase off its stand. It fell to the ground and shattered with a loud crash and Centela felt Mingan flinch. Linzor stared at the shattered ceramic for a moment longer before twitching a wing and making his way outside.

‘I thought …’ Centela hesitated, and looked to the floor.

‘Centy?’ Mingan asked.

‘I thought maybe I’d just remembered wrong,’ he muttered. ‘That it was just because I was young and time made me think it was worse than it was. … But he’s … exactly as I remember him. … It was a mistake to invite him.’

Mingan and Centela reunite, first draft

170 words

‘Centy...’ Mingan looked like she couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry. ‘I didn’t believe a word Linzor said.’

‘N... No?’

‘He was clearly having a breakdown,’ she stated so matter-of-factly it made Centela blush.

‘And what I said... about...’

‘Do you love me, Centy?’


‘Do you love me?’

‘Yes. Yes of course I love you— How could I not?’

She put her hand on his, and smiled warmly. ‘Then it’s okay. You’ve never lied to me— Only kept secrets. And remember that I said it was okay? That you were allowed your secrets?’

‘I do,’ his shoulders dropped, and he seemed to relax. ‘But I still feel... I still feel guilty.’

‘I know,’ she said, gently. Then she took a deep breath, and sat up straight. ‘Centy... I think you should stop keeping secrets. At least from me. Is that okay? I know it’s hard, and scary, but no more secrets.’

Centela nodded. ‘No more fear. I like the sound of that.’

Centy's proportions are very,, off. But that's okay! I still like this doodle enough to post

Little Centela is a good Har'py which means he is NOT a liar and will get VERY upset if it's implied he's not telling the truth.

Kaka mia mal sasao! Don't whisper what you won't scream!

600 words

cw: death mention

‘I hate baths,’ he muttered. ‘I want to lie in the dirt!’

Sensin shrugged. ‘You’re going to have to have a bath when you’re done in the dirt. You won’t be allowed in the dining hall like that.’

‘I can get my own food,’ Centela declared, jumping at the base of the tree and digging. He scrabbled until he was able to pull out a small root, and began chewing. ‘Mmmfee?’

‘Spit that out!’ Sensin exclaimed.

‘Mno,’ Centy grumbled, clambering around the tree so Sensin couldn’t grab him. ‘Itf mimne!’

‘Papa, he’s so clever!’ Mingan exclaimed. ‘I wish I knew how to find food like that!’

Centela felt his scales warm with pride, and felt his chest tighten as he instinctively stood up straight. He pulled the root out of his mouth and quietly stepped out from behind the tree.

‘I can teach you,’ he told her. ‘It’s not so hard. You got to be careful not to eat poison stuff. That’s all! If you eat poison stuff you’ll die and be thrown into a ga’oa so goblins get to eat you!’

‘No you won’t—’ Sensin lunged for Centela, just barely managing to catch him. ‘You’ll go to the healers until you get better.’

‘If you get better!’ Centela exclaimed. ‘If you don’t throw up your whole stomach and have your lungs explode! I’ve seen it! It’s gross and you won’t even make it to the healers before you die!’

Mingan gasped, and hid behind her wings as her father hefted Centela off the ground.

‘Stop scaring her, Centela,’ he grunted.

‘Stop lying to her!’ Centela retorted. ‘If she thinks poison’ll not kill her then she’ll eat poison and die and you’ll have to live knowing you killed your zelkin! I’m helping you not be a murderer! You hakalika balak!’

Sensin hesitated, then let out a deep sigh and pulled Centela into his chest to keep him steady. ‘You don’t need to be so graphic about it.’

‘But it’s what happens!’ Centela defended. ‘It’s as bad as a spider sting!’

Sensin sighed. ‘Again with spiders. You really don’t like them, do you?’

‘Why would I?’ Centela exclaimed. ‘They’re big and mean and eat us whenever they can! With lots of stingers and legs and big big fangs!’

Mingan let out another gasp. ‘Like in your drawing!’

Centela nodded. ‘Uhuh! Only I’m not a good artist like you, so I can’t draw them right! They’re BIGGER than my drawing! So big they could swallow your stepapa Sensin whole!’

Mingan whimpered, and collapsed backwards into her chair. ‘Not stepapa!’


‘Nuh-uh,’ Sensin replied. ‘There are no spiders that eat people.’


‘Stop that,’ Sensin sighed, dumping Centela into the wheelchair beside Mingan.

‘No!’ Centela pouted. ‘I’m not a liar! Apologise for saying I was a liar!’

‘I didn’t call you a liar—‘


‘Alright,’ Sensin gave a heavy sigh, and pet Centela’s head until he quietened down. ‘I’m sorry for saying you were making things up.’

Centela crossed his arms and turned away. ‘Don’t call me a liar again.’

I swear I posted this before but,, can't find it. So I guess I thought about posting but didn't

Goose questions Centela about her biological family, and finds out things that Centy would rather have forgotten.

320 words

cw: kidnapping mention // implied abuse/incest mentions

‘That man,’ Gusilina muttered. ‘Who tried to take me away when I was a baby. I heard Gaitami talking about him. … He was my pa, wasn’t he? Not like you’re my pa. But like … my real pa.’

Centela looked away; refusing to meet his daughter’s eye. ‘Biologically … yes.’

‘And what does that make you and me, biologically?’ Gusilina asked, stumbling over the word.

‘You’re … my sister,’ Centela admitted. ‘Look I— You’re too young to hear this. It’s hard to explain—’

‘—I want to know,’ Gusilina interrupted. ‘It’s not fair that I don’t know. I want to know why people look at me like they do. And I want to know why I’m so sick. And I want to know why my real ma didn’t want me. If it’s because of something that man did then I want to know. It’s not fair that I don’t know!’

Centela took a deep breath. For a while he didn’t look back at Gusilina. But when he did, she saw hurt in his eyes and almost regretted asking.

She tried to stay firm, but out of the corner of her vision she saw her hair changing from red to blonde and knew she wasn’t hiding how scared she felt.

‘Your mother …’ Centela stopped and took a deep breath. ‘Our father hurt her. A lot. So bad that her horns grew wrong and she can’t talk without feeling sick.’

Gusilina thought for a long moment. Then sighed. ‘It’s aunty Liamara, isn’t it?’

Centela didn’t answer with words; but the way he deflated with his face in his hands told Gusilina she was right.

‘So Keeyata is my grandmother?’ Gusilina asked. She sighed when Centela nodded. ‘And Harnlix is my uncle. Not my cousin?’

Centela nodded again.

They were quiet for a while before Gusilina bit her lip and pulled on Centela’s sleeve.


‘Yes, Goose?’

‘Thank you for telling me,’ she said. ‘I won’t tell anyone else that I know.’

‘Idiot,’ Liamara hissed.

‘Lia!’ Centela gasped.

‘What? She can’t hear me,’ with a grunt, Liamara turned to her brother and rolled her eyes. ‘Her hearing’s worse than my kekik’s.’

Centela sighed as Liamara turned back to her sister.

‘ARE! YOU! HUNGRY!’ Liamara asked, loud and slow. ‘DO! YOU! WANT! ME! TO! GET! YOU! FOOD!’

Skinesta nodded, an excited grin spreading across her face as Liamara scowled.

‘C’mon Centela,’ Liamara grabbed her brother’s arm. ‘Looks like we’re going hunting for the little scab.’

Okay so, usually I only post drafts that actually read like novel, but I like this chapter enough to post it as-is.

A Lot happens. Like, when this is cleaned up it will be at like half the chapter because there’s a lot more character development/world building that needs to happen during the scene.

But yeah! This is what my first drafts usually look like!

1490 words

cw: violence

Centy tells him to get a snack from under his bed.

Geoff pulls out Peedee’s box and exclaims ‘WOW this is a BIG snack!’

Centy SCREAMS and tells Geoff ‘No! NO NO NO NO NO!’ And slams the lid back on the box

Sensin hears Centy’s ungodly shriek and hurries into the room, where he finds the two with the box.

Centy panics, and basically throws himself on top of it, hiding it with his wings.

‘Centy? What is that?’

‘NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!’ Centy screeches back.

Sensin sighs, and calmly closes the door. ‘Show me what’s in the box, Centy.’

‘NO!’ Centy cries.

Sensin approaches, and crouches down. ‘Centela.’


Elli quickly comes in, carrying Mingan, and asks if everything is okay.

Sensin explains that Centy is hiding something.

‘Centela, what have you got?’ Elli asks gently.


‘Him?’ Sensin sighs, an exhausted air surrounding him. ‘What’s his name?’

‘SHUT UP!’ Centela hisses.

‘Yeah, shut up!’ Geoff mimics, using Centela’s voice to shout. ‘Shut up! SHUT UP!’

Mingan starts wiggling in Elli’s grip. She whispers quickly in her mother’s ear.

‘A secret?’ Elli responds. ‘You know about it?’

Mingan nods. ‘I promised not to to tell. … Sorry mama.’

Sensin then tries to take the box from Centy.

‘Centela, if you don’t show me I’ll have to take it away.’

Centy lets out an ear piercing screech and lunges under the bed with the box.

Sensin goes to pull him out and Geoff tries to bite him.

They try to get the box from him and he SCREAMS and SCREAMS.

Tru’man and Scaychie come running in. Scaychie’s panicking and Tru’man looks about three times his size because of how fluffed up he is and how stiff his wings and tail are.

As soon as Tru’man sees what’s happening he LEAPS onto Sensin and sinks his teeth into Sensin’s shoulder.

Sensin lets out a scream (as do Mingan and Elli) and the two roll on the floor for a minute as Tru’man drags Sensin away from the bed, then leaps back in a fighting stance, fluffed out and hissing.

‘KEEP AWAY FROM MY KATKAS!’ Tru’man screeches. Then he hisses again, hunkering down and preparing to leap onto Sensin.

Sensin holds up his hands, blood dripping from his shoulder, as Tru’man leaps onto him again and bites into his forearm.

Centy lets out a cry and runs out. ‘NO! NO! DON’T HURT HIM!’

Tru’man holds Sensin, a hand pressed onto the side of his head, a foot on his chest, another holding down his leg, and his teeth in his arm. He stops as Centy runs over and leaps onto him.

‘I was being bad!’ Centy cries. ‘Don’t hurt Sensin! Please don’t hurt him!’

Slowly, Tru’man lets Sensin go. As he gets off him basically the entire castle runs to the room.

Jared bursts through the door, as does Sensin’s mother. They help Sensin up. They go to take him out of the room, but he just shrugs them off and sits on Centy’s bed, letting out a deep breath and holding his shoulder wound. Luckily, neither wound is deep because of Tru’man’s small teeth. They’re just on the surface.

Tru’man looks at Centy, hanging off his hip, to Sensin.

‘You do not punish my children,’ Tru’man said firmly.

‘I wasn’t,’ Sensin groans. ‘I just needed to see what he had. He had a box with something in it that he isn’t meant to have.’

Tru’man looks hard at Sensin, then puts a hand on Centy’s head. ‘Give him the box, Centela.’

‘But—’ Centela cuts off when Tru’man looks down at him.

‘Give it to him.’

Centy climbs back under the bed.

As he retrieves the box, Sensin asks that everyone leaves and let them sort it out. Everyone but Elli and Sensin’s mother shuffle out awkwardly. Jared takes Mingan out as a healer quickly slides in and helps Sensin clean up.

Centy comes out from under the bed as Scaychie picks up Geoff and rocks him. Geoff is telling Scaychie, ‘Centela has got a big yum in the box!’

‘A big yum?’ Scaychie asks, glancing at Centy.

Centela reluctantly hands the box over to Sensin, who takes off the lid and is met with dirt and leaves.

He carefully shuffles through until he finds Peedee. He pulls out the millipede carefully and shows it to the room.

Elli sighs. Geoff claps. Scaychie just stares.

‘That’s just food!’ Tru’man scoffs. ‘Why are you hiding your food?’

‘He’s not food!’ Centela exclaims, clambering onto Sensin’s lap and hiding Peedee protectively. ‘He’s my katka!’

‘Your katka?’ Tru’man repeats. ‘If he is your katka then where is his kekik?’

‘I don’t know!’ Centela admits. ‘But I hatched him from dirt! Just like Tres from the stories about the Rendi!’

Tru’man’s ruff puffs out, hinting at his excitement. ‘Did you?’

Centela explains that he rolled up a ball of dirt and leaves and kept it and it hatched into Peedee.

Elli then explains that millipedes hatch from eggs in the foliage and that an egg probably got mixed up.

‘No! He brought it to life!’ Tru’man exclaims. ‘Zen’efay! I’m so proud of you! Why didn’t you tell me sooner that I’m a yalfit-yalfit?’

‘Can I keep him?’ Centy asks.

Before anyone else can say anything, Scaychie speaks up.

‘Yes. It is your right as a dassen,’ she says simply. ‘Millipedes are very important to our heritage. As important as our own scales.’

Centy sniffs, and looks at his mother. ‘Really?’

Scaychie nods, and promises to tell him about it later.

Linzor calmly walks in now. He looks at Sensin’s wounds, and immediately turns and smacks Centela.

‘You bit him!’ Linzor growled.

Tru’man smacked Linzor. ‘I bit him!’

Everyone starts leaving to take Sensin to a proper medical bay to check his wounds again, and Sensin quickly whispers to Elli.

Elli stays behind with Centy then, but doesn’t say anything until everyone’s footsteps have faded down the hallway.

Centy can feel his heart racing as she turns around and crouches by his bed.

‘Centela,’ she says gently. ‘Sensin said he saw you’d hidden more than just your … katka.’

Centy feels himself close to tears.

‘Show it to me, okay?’

Centy shakes his head. ‘I don’t want to!’

‘Why not?’

Centela shuffles nervously. He doesn’t want to tell her the truth, but he thinks about how hurt Sensin got when he tried to hide things and sniffs. ‘Coz it’s not all mine.’

Elli gives Centy a disappointed look. ‘Oh, Centela—’

‘—I’m sorry!’ he exclaims. ‘It’s just that— Everyone else has stuff! And I want stuff, too! And I don’t have anything that’s mine! And I’m sorry!’

Elli opens an arm and Centy slowly walks over an lets her hug him.

‘Are you going to show me what you’ve taken?’ she asks.

Centy nods, and pulls everything out.

Most of it, Elli realises, belongs to her and Sensin. And there are a lot of Jenna’s toys, specifically. But ones she never really cared about. Centela says that Jenna gave them to him and promises they’re not stolen. Elli tells him she believes him.

Centy watches as Elli pulls out his stolen goods, and puts his rocks and everything he didn’t steal aside.

There’s barely anything left by the time she’s done.

Centy looks sadly at the pile of diminished goods. She let him keep all the snacks, at least.

Elli puts a hand on his shoulder and gives him a comforting squeeze.

‘Here,’ she mutters, taking a necklace out of the pile of jewellery. ‘You can have this one, okay? But you have to look after it.’

Centy perks up at this.

Elli promises to get him some stuff, ‘And you won’t have to hide it, okay? Now … is there anything else you have hidden?’

Centela looks away.


Centela climbs under the bed and pulls out a few more things, including Elli’s missing diary.

‘You took my diary?’ Elli sighed, and Centela nodded. ‘You didn’t read it?’

‘No!’ Centela exclaimed. ‘I only took it so that—’

Elli stared as Centela cut off. Slowly, she prompted him to continue, ‘So that what?’

‘Nobody else would read it.’

Elli sighed out her nose. ‘It was in my room, Centela—’

‘—No it wasn’t!’

‘No?’ Elli asked. ‘Then where was it?’

Centela clamped his mouth shut.

‘Centela,’ Elli said firmly. ‘Give me an answer.’


‘Why not?’

‘Because I don’t like lying to you!’ Centela replied. ‘And I can’t tell you where I found it. So I’m not going to answer you.’

Elli was quiet for a long moment. Then her ears flicked back and she scowled. ‘Linzor had it, didn’t he?’

Centela covered his mouth and turned away.

‘Don’t worry, I won’t tell him,’ Elli tucked the book under her arm and sighed. She gently turned Centela back so she could kiss him on the cheek. ‘Thanks for keeping it safe.’

First draft of Centy in hospital, after being stung by a deer wasp and temporarily paralysed.

‘What’s the big deal? This is basically what he did all day anyway.’

‘Keeyata!’ Scaychie exclaims. ‘He can hear you.’

‘So? It’s true. He should be happy he’s got an excuse to lay around moping all day. Wish I could get paralysed,’ Keeyata sits next to Scaychie and puts a hand on her shoulder. Her voice softens. ‘He’s going to be okay, Scaychie. You don’t need to act like you’ve lost him.’

Scaychie squeezes Centela’s hand. ‘I just don’t want him to be alone.’

‘Well, I’ll keep him company while you get some sleep.’

Centela prays his mother says no.

‘Alright,’ Scaychie sighs, standing up. ‘Just … be nice.’

‘Sure,’ Keeyata nods, and leads Scaychie to the door. ‘Go get some rest now.’

Scaychie leaves, and Keeyata sits next to Centela.

‘So, this must suck a whole bunch,’ Keeyata comments.

No shit, thinks Centela.

Keeyata’s finally found love, after 50 years of loneliness and abuse.

Centela’s happy for her— But wishes she’d get a room.

570 words

‘Is that your nephew?’ Trezali whispered, his laugh cutting off.

‘He’ll sleep through anything,’ Keeyata responded, nudging Trezali with a wing. ‘Believe me. Not even food can wake him!’

Centela wondered if he should say something, and let them know he wasn’t sleeping … but then Keeyata wrapped her arms over Trezali’s shoulders, giggling, and he lost his nerve. He swallowed and hoped their goodnights would be quick.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ Trezali whispered. ‘Like a sunset in the hot season.’

‘You remind me of home,’ Keeyata replied. ‘You look like the sweets mother used to bring to us on her visits. I like that.’

‘My brothers used to joke that I looked like a basket of fruit.’

‘A very attractive basket of fruit,’ Keeyata said gently, leaning closer to Trezali.

Centela held back his giggle as Keeyata nipped Trezali’s nose.

‘I bet you taste as sweet as you look, fruit-basket.’

He didn’t mean to laugh. He didn’t mean for it to be so loud. Or sudden. Or long. But he couldn’t stop himself from laughing and ended up rolling off the couch and landing in a tangled heap of blankets on the floor.

‘Centela?’ Keeyata exclaimed, a hot pink blush flushing from her shoulders to her cheeks. She leapt on her nephew and wrestled him into a headlock. ‘You brat! You absolute wretch!’

‘I’m sorry,’ Centela chuckled as he struggled to break free. ‘But “fruit-basket”? Really?’

‘Sneaky little eavesdropper,’ Keeyata growled playfully. ‘You know what I’m going to do with you?’

‘What?’ Centela tried to stop himself laughing, but failed when his aunt grabbed his blankets and began to wrap them around him tightly.

‘I’m going to wrap you up like a broken arm and drop you in the ocean!’ she threatened; though she was hardly as terrifying as she was trying to be with her blush and her grin. ‘Then we’ll see who’s laughing at who!’

Trezali chuckled and knelt beside the two. ‘I guess I’ll be off then.’

‘NO!’ Keeyata’s voice broke and she dropped Centela in order to grab her partner’s arm. ‘I mean— No. Please stay a little longer. Centela will give us privacy. Won’t you, Centela?’

‘Yeah,’ Centela grinned, untangling himself from the heap. ‘Of course.’

Trezali took a half-breath, and paused with his mouth open, as if he was going to speak but couldn’t think of what to say. Then he sighed, and kissed Keeyata’s cheek. ‘Sweet Keeya, I need to get at least a little bit of sleep tonight.’

‘But I love you,’ Keeyata muttered, suddenly seeming very small. ‘Please don’t leave me. …’

‘I’m not,’ Trezali reminded her. Then he put a hand on her cheek and smiled warmly. ‘Why don’t we share my hammock tonight?’

Keeyata shook her head. ‘You know I’ll just fall out.’

‘What if I put blankets on my roof, underneath me?’ he suggested. ‘You can be with me, but safe, and we can hold hands and look at the stars until our eyes are so heavy we can’t keep them open.’

Keeyata’s ears twitched, as did the corners of her mouth, and her blush grew deeper. She was almost breathless as she agreed.

Trezali helped her to her feet and, after a quick goodnight to Centela, scooped her into his arms and carried her out of the tiny house.

Centela didn’t bother resettling on the couch and just curled up where he was on the floor.

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‘I don’t know what you’re talking about—’

‘—Yes. You do.’

jadewyton -

I want to post the draft of the scene that this drawing’s from, so I’m reblogging it instead of making a new post.

910 words

cw: fighting / implied spousal abuse / implied child abuse / implied sexual assault / implied drugging

‘Oh, HE’S Ykelt?’ Scaychie asked Sensin. ‘Keeyata’s told me about him…’

Before Sensin had even opened his mouth to reply to Scaychie, she’d made her way over to the two men and cut off their conversation.

‘Oh, hello, aren’t you handsome?’ Scaychie asked in a too-fake voice. ‘What’s your name?’

Centela could see the reactions of both men from his hiding place. Ykelt blinked dumbly at the affection … and his father went red and stiff, holding himself back.

‘Scaychie, why don’t we go for a walk?’ Linzor asked.

‘I’d rather stay with this lovely man,’ Scaychie replied, leaning into Ykelt and running a hand across his chest.

Ykelt almost leapt backwards, his face flushing. ‘No— Married. I’m married. And you’re too young.’

‘Scaychie, behave yourself,’ Linzor warned.

‘Why should she?’ Sensin retorted. ‘It’s not like you do.’

‘I beg your pardon—’

‘—I know what you did!’ Sensin snapped. Then he lowered his voice to a growl that Centela didn’t understand.

Linzor straightened up, and Centela knew he was angry. But he held it in and smiled. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about—’

‘—Yes. You do.’

Ykelt glanced between Linzor and Sensin, anxiety radiating off him in such thick waves it was almost visible as an aura around him.

Then, Linzor turned to Scaychie. ‘Did you take your medicine this morning?’

Scaychie cocked her head. ‘Med. … Medicine?’

Centela almost asked the same question.

‘You’re more of a child than Centela sometimes, I swear it!’ Linzor let out a heavy sigh and grabbed his wife roughly by the arm. He tugged her towards the door with an exaggerated sigh. ‘I apologise for her behaviour, Ykelt. She’s supposed to be taking anti-psychotic medicine. She’s not herself without it and does things she shouldn’t.’

Linzor slammed the door behind him and Scaychie, and Ykelt let out a heavy sigh.

‘If anyone’s psychotic it’s him,’ Sensin muttered. ‘What a fucking pervert.’

‘He’s always been interested in Elli,’ Ykelt chuckled, though it was weak. ‘She’s never returned the feelings. It’s nothing new.’

‘You know what he did to her, right?’ Sensin sighed.

Centela heard Ykelt shuffle, and leant closer to the door to try and see better through the crack.

‘What, like when we were kids?’

‘No. I mean at the funeral.’

‘No? What— What did he do?’


Sensin cut off as Centela slipped and the cupboard door creaked. He held his breath as the two men turned to him, and hoped they would ignore it.

But instead, Sensin let out a sigh and shook his head, ‘Centy. Come out of there.’

Centela crept out of the cupboard. His scales were both burning with embarrassment and ice cold with fear— He felt dizzy he was so scared of what Sensin would say.

Sensin turned to Ykelt. ‘We’ll talk later. Don’t bring it up with Elli. It still upsets her.’

‘Right,’ Ykelt anxiously shuffled. He walked to the door, but paused. ‘Elli’s okay, right?’

Sensin nodded. But Centela could tell it was curt.

‘Right. Is there anything I can do?’

‘We’ll talk later.’

Centela watched Ykelt leave, his heart pounding so loud that he couldn’t hear the door click shut.

Then Sensin turned to him and his scales turned to ice as his heart went silent and his head spun. He looked mad. So mad.

But he didn’t say anything as he picked up Centela and sat with him on the bed. And not a single word escaped him as he picked up a brush from his bedside table and started smoothing Centela’s hair.

Centela could tell he was furious. Even though he wasn’t rough, every stroke of the brush felt as bad as one of his father’s strikes, and after only minutes the child couldn’t bare the quiet as he waited for his punishment.

‘I’m sorry,’ Centela managed. ‘You can yell at me if you want.’

‘I’m not going to yell at you,’ Sensin said, in such a gentle tone Centela almost believed him.

‘But you’re mad at me.’

‘No, I’m not,’ Sensin’s let Centela’s hair run through his fingers before he rested a hand on the child’s back. ‘Not at you.’

‘Not at me?’ Centela asked. ‘But I— I broke the rules.’

‘And after hearing that, I’m sure you’re wishing you hadn’t,’ said Sensin.

Centela couldn’t disagree. ‘Did yalfit hurt Elli?’

Sensin paused. Then sighed and spoke quietly, ‘Yes.’

Centy nodded, and looked at the floor. ‘Is that why she’s so sad all the time?’

Sensin took a deep breath and put down the brush. ‘Elli is— She’s ill. She has been for a while.’

‘What’s she sick with?’

‘It’s called … depression,’ Sensin explained. ‘It means it’s hard to feel happy. Even when good things happen. And it means the bad things feel extra bad.’

‘Oh,’ Centela breathed. ‘Will she get better?’

‘In time,’ said Sensin. ‘Do you ever get sad?’

‘Sometimes,’ Centela replied. ‘But not like yalfit-rek does.’


‘Yalfit-rek,’ Centela repeated. ‘Keeyata. She gets so sad she can’t even eat. Then she cries until she can’t breathe. Yalfit yells at her when she does. Then him and kekik get into fights about it. Which just makes yalfit-rek more upset.’

Sensin put an arm around Centela and gave him a comforting squeeze, and Centela wished he could tell him more. But he knew he couldn’t. His father would be angry enough if he found out what he’d already said.

‘Can I go to sleep?’ Centela asked.


Poor Centela... Getting pranked and beaten up by his sisters... They love him though and are just trying to make him stronger (it doesn’t work)

Also, the story Setani makes up here continues being told to future generations as a cautionary myth!

It’s around 1,000 words

cw: violence / fighting / unsanitary

‘There’s a storm coming. Can you feel it?’

Centela didn’t like her tone. It was barely a whisper, and he felt his scales chill as she looked into the firelight, her mouth open and her eyes wide like the time’s she saw the future.

‘I do not see any clouds,’ Geoff mumbled through his moths, looking up at the sky.

‘That’s what they said …’ her voice echoed through the quiet night.

‘What who said?’ Geoff cocked his head.

Setani finally looked up from the flames. The fire crackled as she did, as if the flames themselves were speaking to her. ‘Haja’mara’s troop.’

Centela swallowed as Geoff leant forward, curious intent filling his being. ‘Who is Haja’mara?’

‘He was the son of the great great great Prophet, seven hundred years ago,’ Setani said, her voice low and severe. ‘He was murdered.’

‘That is a long time, how do you know about him?’ Geoff asked, oblivious to Setani’s tone. ‘Did his ghost talk to you?’

Setani shook her head. ‘Everyone knows about Haja’mara and storms.’

Centela shivered. ‘I— I don’t.’

‘That’s because you’re a dassen,’ Setani told him. ‘And Geoff doesn’t know because he’s dumb.’

‘Yeah,’ Geoff agreed. ‘I do not know a lot.’

‘Do you want to hear about Haja’mara?’



Setani poked the flames with a stick, which caught alight. ‘It was a night like this. It looked clear, but there was a chill in the air. Do you feel it?’

Centela could. His skin was prickling all over. He thought it was his anxiety but— But if Setani could feel it too— Then what if—

‘That means there’s a storm on it’s way,’ Setani said clearly. As she took a breath, a loud sabre-like roar, distorted from the distance, called across the wasteland. ‘The cats can feel it too. They’re sensitive to storms.’

Centela huddled next to Geoff, who had flinched at the loud cat.

‘I do not like sabres,’ Geoff mumbled, putting an arm around Centela. ‘Do you think it will come to the fire?’

‘She will, she always does,’ Setani whispered. ‘Just like she came to Haja’mara.’

Centela whimpered— Or maybe it was Geoff. He couldn’t tell. There was the cracking of pebbles around them. Centela nearly burst into tears, but held himself still as he comforted himself. He was hearing things. It was just his imagination.

‘She was in felinic form when she begged Haja’mara for shelter from the storm. But he didn’t believe her when she warned him one was coming,’ Setani whispered. ‘He cursed at her and ordered her chased away. As the harpies advanced on her, her skin changed to fur in the moonlight and she became a sabre. She leapt to the top of Haja’mara’s throne and swore revenge for his cruelty. And now she holds a grudge against all wastelanders. She wants them dead!’

Pebbles fell from the ledge and Setani let out a scream.

‘IT’S HER!’ Setani shrieked, jumping up and running into the shadows. ‘RUN BEFORE SHE GETS YOU!’

Centela hadn’t made it to his feet before a shadow leapt from the ledge and landed in front of them. A sabre cat stepped into the dim light of the fire— the flames dancing off it’s yellow-grey pelt and making it’s strange, deformed stance even creepier.

It turned its head towards Centela, and Centela felt himself screaming as he sat frozen in the dirt.

Geoff let out a shriek and jumped at the beast. ‘STAY AWAY FROM MY GORG!’

It met him in mid air and they rolled along the ground, hissing and screeching, before they collided with the paralysed Centela.

Setani’s laughter filled the air and the two forms on top of Centela broke into three. Geoff struggled with the sabre cat’s pelt, while it’s insides jumped back onto his back and threw him onto Centela.

Geoff stopped with a gasp. ‘Ta’kora?’

Centela let out a pained breath. His sister?

Geoff didn’t get up. ‘What were you doing inside the cat?’

Setani’s laughter grew louder and she stumbled into the light of the fire. ‘WE GOT YOU!’

Ta’kora offered her hand to Geoff, who let out a laugh and took it.

‘You did! You got us good!’

Ta’kora pulled Geoff to his feet then flinched away. ‘Ew! You’re wet!’ she sniffed her hand. ‘EW IT’S PEE!’

‘It is not mine,’ Geoff blinked.

Centela realised who’s it was.

‘Oh Zen’efay Centela you peed yourself!’ Ta’kora cackled, punching her youngest brother too hard in the shoulder. ‘Gross! You’re gross!’

‘Do not hit him!’ Geoff exclaimed, shoving his sister. ‘He is a squish! Hit me instead!’

‘I’LL HIT YOU!’ Setani exclaimed, picking up her half-burnt stick from earlier and smacking Geoff with it, over and over until he crumpled to the ground with a giggle and a shriek.

‘Come on, Centela!’ Ta’kora growled, yanking the boy off the ground and throwing him into the fight.

Centela felt Setani’s stick get him in the leg and let out a cry.

‘Grow up!’ Setani exclaimed, pulling him up and thrusting the stick into his arms. ‘Get brave and fight me like a warrior!’

‘I— I’m not a warrior!’ Centela exclaimed, stepping back. Ta’kora pushed him forward again and he collided with his brother as he stood.

‘Both your parents are warriors!’ Setani told him. ‘So you should be as good as them combined!’

Centela shook his head, but Geoff nodded happily.

‘YOU CAN FIGHT TA’KORA AND I WILL FIGHT SETANI!’ he shouted, lunging at his sister and knocking her to the ground, where they began to wrestle.

‘I don’t want to fight!’ Centela nearly sobbed as Ta’kora rounded on him.

‘You’ve got to get strong somehow!’ Ta’kora told him. ‘If you can beat me I’ll catch your food for a week!’

‘But I can’t beat you!’

Ta’kora grabbed him and threw him sideways; he stumbled but didn’t fall.

‘You gotta at least try to fight me!’ she demanded. ‘Or you’ll never get good and you’ll get eaten!’

Centela hardly heard her; he was too busy fleeing in the other direction.

‘GET BACK HERE!’ Setani’s voice shrieked. ‘I’M GONNA GET YOU!’

Centela glanced behind him to see Setani break from Geoff —who leapt on Ta’kora with a happy shout— and start to chase him down.

‘If you need your chair let me know, alright?’ Centela kissed his wife’s cheek and wrapped his wing over her. ‘I’ll come and get it. So don’t hesitate.’

‘I never have before,’ she giggled as Centela opened the door and led her out. ‘Don’t worry about me.’

‘I’m not teddybear I just— Elli! Hi!’ Centela cut off as he saw his mother-in-law watching him, a cup of what looked like hot chocolate steaming in her hand.

‘Teddybear?’ she asked with a sly grin.

Centela felt his scales blush hot, and he rubbed the back of his neck. ‘Cute and fuzzy.’

‘It suits. Honey, how’s your leg?’ Elli asked, stepping towards the couple. ‘No chair today?’

‘I’m fine, mama,’ Mingan grinned, and let her mother kiss the top of her head. ‘I’m going to be with Centy all day.’

‘Don’t push yourself,’ Elli warned. ‘Think of grandma. And the … incident.’

‘Mama,’ Mingan giggled. ‘I promise I won’t even try the stairs without help. And I most definitely won’t try and carry a box down them!’

‘How is Luana?’ Centela asked with a laugh. ‘I only saw her a little at the wedding. She seemed happy.’

‘She’s discovered she can poke things with her cane,’ Elli gave a tired chuckle, and put a hand on Centela’s shoulder. ‘And by things, I mean my sister.’

Centela,, was just being polite. In the Heck’ne way.

cw: swearing

‘Say hello to Mingan,’ Scaychie gave her son a gentle shove forward.

‘I was gonna!’ Centela rolled his eyes, and walked over to Mingan.

‘Hi,’ Mingan blushed.

Centela took a deep breath— Then head-butted Mingan. Before she was done squealing, he tugged her out of her chair and dropped her on the floor.

‘Centela!’ Linzor snapped. ‘What the fuck are you doing!’

‘I said hi both ways!’ Centy whined, stomping his foot. ‘Both dassen and harpy! What did I do wrong!’

‘I’m so sorry!’ Scaychie exclaimed, grabbing her son as Elli picked up her daughter. ‘He— He’s used to his siblings! They play rough.’

Linzor growled. ‘You little shit! You know better than to—’

‘—It’s okay!’ Mingan chirped as her mother helped her back into her chair. ‘He didn’t hurt me!’

Linzor grumbled, and looked away as Scaychie quickly crouched down and brushed dirt off Mingan’s dress.

Centela stole a bunch of stuff as a kid and got caught. One of the things he took was Elli’s diary- but only because his father had taken it first, and Centy didn’t want him reading it.

cw: implied abuse / implied stalking (sort of??)

‘You took my diary?’ Elli sighed, and Centela nodded. ‘You didn’t read it?’

‘No!’ Centela exclaimed. ‘I only took it so that—’

Elli stared as Centela cut off. Slowly, she prompted him to continue, ‘So that what?’

‘Nobody else would read it.’

Elli sighed out her nose. ‘It was in my room, Centela—’

‘—No it wasn’t!’

‘No?’ Elli asked. ‘Then where was it?’

Centela clamped his mouth shut.

‘Centela,’ Elli said firmly. ‘Give me an answer.’


‘Why not?’

‘Because I don’t like lying to you!’ Centela replied. ‘And I can’t tell you where I found it. So I’m not going to answer you.’

Elli was quiet for a long moment. Then her ears flicked back and she scowled. ‘Linzor had it, didn’t he?’

Centela covered his mouth and turned away.

‘Don’t worry, I won’t tell him,’ Elli tucked the book under her arm and sighed. She gently turned Centela back so she could kiss him on the cheek. ‘Thanks for keeping it safe.’

‘You look an awful lot like …’ Distro muttered.

‘L-Like what?’ Centela squeaked.

‘Like a yummy little boy!’ she teased, opening her snout wide and snapping it shut right by his arm.

Centela let out a shriek and ran to his mother. He hid behind her, and let out a snarl that he knew sounded cowardly and not at all brave.

Scaychie just gave a weak, tired smile. ‘She was just joking, Centela. She’s not going to eat you.’

‘Then she shouldn’t say it!’ Centela cried. ‘Kaka mia mal sasao! Kaka! Mia! Mal! Sasao!’

Distro let out a hearty laugh and slipped off her throne. ‘A true Har’py at heart, isn’t he? I haven’t heard that saying in a long time. Alright. I won’t make up whispers anymore.’

‘I’ll show you what’s in my hand if you come out,’ Sensin said, holding out a lightly closed fist.

Centela looked warily at the adult, and frowned. ‘What is it?’

‘You have to come look!’ he said. Then he beckoned Elli over, and let her peak in his hand.

‘Ooh,’ she breathed with awe.

Centela felt himself pulled curiously towards Sensin and slowly, he edged out from under the bushes. ‘What is it?’

‘Come look,’ Sensin repeated, waving his hand in a way that was far too tempting for Centela to resist.

He hurried to Sensin’s side and grabbed his wrist, peering at his hand. ‘Show me!’

Slowly, Sensin opened his hand to reveal nothing.

Centela felt his scales ice over, and he turned to sprint away— But was too slow. He struggled in Sensin’s grasp, screaming, ‘IT WAS A TRAP! A TRAP WAS IN YOUR HAND!’

AFGGDDGFD I just found this in my first draft and it perfectly sums up Linzor’s personality. Like PERFECTLY.

it gets to skip the queue because it made me giggle

‘I drew this one of you and Centela!’

Linzor looked at it for a long while before snorting, ‘It’s not very good, is it?’

‘LINZOR!’ Elli exclaimed. ‘Mingan, sweetie, don’t listen to him!’

Linzor rolled his eyes. ‘What? It’s not like she’s at a professional level or anything. I’m just being honest.’

‘Linzor she’s SIX!’

Centela + Mingan as kids, when they are running away from home!

‘Where are you going?’ she whispered.

‘Anywhere but Heck’ne!’ Centela responded. ‘Yalfit is mean! And I’m always hungry! And I never ever want to go back there ever again!’

Mingan thought for a long while, the squeak of her wheelchair echoing through the quiet castle as she rolled the wheel back and forth.

‘You’ll be so alone …’ she mumbled. ‘I’m coming with you!’

‘I don’t need you! I’ll have Peedee,’ Centela declared, holding Peedee’s container high in the air. ‘Stay here. Your stepapa Sensin is really nice. You don’t have a reason to run away!’

‘Yes I do!’ Mingan retorted. ‘You’re my friend and I don’t want you to be alone! That’s my reason!’

‘Go back to bed,’ Centela growled, with as much bitterness in his tone as he could muster. He didn’t mean it— But he was good at faking. ‘I don’t like you.’

Mingan looked struck. And Centela took that as his leave. He turned and silently made his way down the castle’s steps to the dark courtyard— And jumped as a crash sounded behind him.

He turned, and saw Mingan spilt out on the staircase, her wheelchair overturned behind her.

‘I said to go back to bed!’ Centela snapped, flapping his wings. He fought the urge to go to her. To pick her up and turn her chair right. ‘I! Don’t! Need! You!’

Slowly, her entire body trembling with effort, Mingan pushed herself to her feet. She limped two steps down and collapsed again, her scarred leg slipping out from under her.

‘I’m coming,’ she said firmly. ‘And if you don’t let me come with you I’ll— I’ll—’

‘You’ll what?’ Centela grumbled. ‘Tell Sensin I’m running away? I’ll be gone before he—’

‘—I’ll cry!’ Mingan decided. ‘If you leave without me I’ll cry and cry for the rest of my life and I’ll never stop and it will be your fault!’

Centela hesitated. He didn’t want Mingan to cry. Especially not for the rest of her life. That was a long time to be upset. …

‘Please let me come!’ already, tears were welling in her eyes; reflecting the gentle blue light of the castle’s soulstone lamps. ‘Don’t leave me behind!’

Centela’s scales went cold. Colder than Konde’s night air. … Colder than the snow under his feet. He didn’t want Mingan to be sad. Especially if it was his fault.

‘Fine,’ he sighed, hurrying back up the stairs and pulling Mingan up. He helped her walk down to the courtyard and then glanced back up the steps to her wheelchair. ‘It won’t work outside. The snow’s too deep.’

‘That’s okay,’ Mingan told him, licking her tongue through the cleft in her lip. ‘If you let me lean on you I can walk.’

Centy was... Surpringly hard to adapt into this style! It sort of switches things around with his features (small eyes become big, big horns are small, bridge of nose isn’t obvious) so it was hard to make him look like himself, but I think I got it down pretty well!