ThePinkOtter

"I'm sure we can all get along. We're not that much different, once you get past the tentacles and flames."

Nem, a human cursed with immortality, flees from human society into the forest of the dammed to escape capture. Unfortunately for him, he runs into the 'flacara', a monstrous species which feed exclusively on human flesh. Longing for death, he chases down the tribe of monsters each time he returns to the world of the living, being consumed over and over without reaching his desired result.

After hundreds of years, the immortal forgotten by time has managed to brute force his way into learning to communicate with the flacara. Now he has a new goal; bring the humans and the creatures of the forest together for an era of peace and understanding.

The daily life of monsters

Pala rolled her eyes but her brother was unaware as he trailed behind her. Quietly they walked past the numerous cells, doing their best to ignore the jealous stares and angry groans that came from behind the bars.


A wave of angry yelling erupted throughout the prison as her brother raised his middle finger towards them, paired with the rattling of chains and the banging of metal. Pala remained silent, speeding up her pace as she saw the exit in the distance.


This time it was her brother to roll his eyes but Pala grit her teeth and ignored it. Silently, she began her walk as her brother followed, his supply of complains never-ending. Eventually the moon began to rise, the pair of them stopping and setting up a campfire for the night.


"You know, sis. I really do appreciate you getting me out of there."


Pala remained silent, chewing on the last of the stale bread she had with a grumpy frown glued to her face.


"It's not like I did anything wrong. I'm just trying to live, you feel me?"


Pala reached for her blade, being careful to keep it out of sight.


"What do you plan on doing from now on?"


"Well, after I meet our parents… I suppose I'll go back and meet my buddies. I'm sure they missed me."


Her brother paused for a moment, before nodding.


"Well, I suppose you could call them that but…"


Before he could finish speaking, his head was severed from his neck. Pala quietly went back to her bread, the buzz of anxiety coursing through her veins for the first time in years.


P-5: Conviction