Suddenly, the boy happened upon a peculiar creature perched in an old knotted tree. The creatures wrinkled lips curved into a crooked smile. The impish being looked like a fruit left to ripen too long. Still, the boy felt he was agreeable.


“Hello sir,” the boy began, not knowing if the owl would respond. The bird leaned in closer. “I’ve seen you in my dreams. Will you tell me your name?”


“Twill — Names are very powerful here, you see. That is what you can call me. But if you are referring to a pack, parcel, platoon, party, or posse, then we… are called Strix.”


Captain Blackfinger

Captain Blackfinger

The Siren's Prize

The Siren's Prize

Avatar of Inari

Avatar of Inari

The Thin Woods

The Thin Woods

Twill the Strix

Twill the Strix

Maebh The Courtless

Maebh The Courtless

The Faerie King

The Faerie King

Raven of Last Rites

Raven of Last Rites

Wyvern of Raulingard

Wyvern of Raulingard

The Dream Caller

The Dream Caller

Aspect of Autumn

Aspect of Autumn

Field of Screams

Field of Screams