ElectraEmerose

Perla had always felt a longing for adventure, stifled by the rules of her strict upbringing and surrounded by her older brothers free to do as they wanted. She longed to carve her own path, to seek out excitement and perhaps even a little romance along the way. One day, while escaping yet another tedious piano class, she stumbled into the hollow of a massive tree. At its base, a mesmerizing green light beckoned her, and before she knew it, she was transported to a bizarre forest teeming with colossal, long-extinct creatures and menacing carnivorous plants. 

This was the realm of Beastkin, where men could transform into mighty beasts. Here, the constant threat of war had led to a peculiar imbalance, with most females giving birth to male Beastkin, resulting in a dire shortage of women. The land was a battleground, filled with mercenaries and adventurers seeking glory. While the males formed companies to embark on quests, their females stayed behind, living a life of comfort. But not Perla—she was determined to break free from the mold, to grow stronger, and to join her new love interests on exhilarating escapades.

Wanderlust Beastkin, Beauty and the Beastkin

Nancy's Perspective

I found myself in a vast chamber, its walls lined with boxes and makeshift beds beside them. If you could even call them beds, considering they were merely heaps of dried hay crammed into tattered leather sacks that had clearly seen better days.

The room was constructed of cold stone, and the floor matched, sending chills through the flimsy, worn leather slippers I wore. They had two straps that we tied around our feet like ballerina shoes, but they were brown, rough, and scraped against my skin with every step. The uneven ground poked at my feet through the thin soles, making each movement a challenge. I was dressed in a plain brown robe, devoid of any embellishments; the fabric was just as scratchy as the shoes, and they had stripped me of my previous clothing, deeming it too fine for someone in my position as a laundry slave.

The Inner Court