Bad blood runs deep. This phrase rings particularly true when a race of people as old as time itself and even stronger are met with their ultimate demise in the sweet scent of decay: The Basilisk and the Cockatrice. Members of these races are weakening and falling straight through death's door. Age old bloodlines and clans are coming to an end, and the rising tension has everyone with claws and talons at each other's throats. Caught in the center of this bloody battle to secure the right to continue living, is the last generation of both races and the last hope for survival. It's too bad that they don't feel like being the beast of burden for everyone's expectations... Not. This. Time.
The story starts out slow as I build details, but bear with me.
Contains graphic depictions of violence, sexuality, strong language, and/or other mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.
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Cover art done by myself ToviaJames