#logan mcmiller

[corona-the-nightcutter]

So I’m just gonna leave this hear.(little teaser from a story I’m writing...)

Then, there was a creaking in the hallway that connected the dining room and kitchen to the rest of the house, creaking that could only be made by footsteps. They sounded much larger then any human footsteps, then came a growl. A low, rumbling, feral growl, but she could recognize it anywhere.

‘Yep, that’s him alright.’ She thought and looked back down her cookie dough, the dough had warmed up by now, which meant it would easier to pull apart, but it would be a lot stickier.

Logan noticed the very large dark shaped out of the corner of her eye. “Serves you right, Hoarder of Cookies.” She said teasingly, looking up and meeting the annoyed yet playful eyes of Anoroc.

“Why must you be so mean Eldritchess?” He complained, looking at her with a pout in his eye.

“You scared me! I thought there was an Onyx in my house!” She yelled, throwing down another star onto the tray to exaggerate her point.

Anoroc snorted, crossing his fur and scaled covered arms, though hidden by the black and yellow fabric of his tunic. “An Onyx? In your house? Trying to steal your cookies rather than attacking you?” He looked at her with a raise of his brow.

Logan stopped and look up to glare at him, a light growl sounding from her throat. The wolf-daemon threw his paws up in defense.

“Ok, well, now it sounds like I was over reacting when you say it…”

“You hit me with a metal cooking utensil.”

“It’s called a frying pan.” Logan laughed.

“I know what it’s called.” He began to laugh as well.

i still dont know what im gonnd call this. Anyone have suggestions?

[corona-the-nightcutter]

After doing research for my new original story, calling it Cryptid Chronicles for now, i realize that i literally living in the fucking epicenter of cryptid country.