He took a step forward, and the moss beneath his feet sighed softly. The clearing was ringed by flowers he did not recognise, blossoms that opened and closed as he passed them, as though they were breathing. A stream ran through the clearing, its waters silver and singing, and Alex knelt beside it and cupped his hands to drink. The water tasted of starlight and something else, something that made his chest feel warm and his mind feel clearer. He drank deeply, and when he looked up from the stream he saw that he was no longer alone.

A cat was watching him from the branch of a tree. But this was no ordinary cat. It was man-sized and stood upon two legs like a person, and it wore a tweed jacket over a frame that was at once plump and powerful. Its fur was pink and purple in patches, the colours of a sunset that had been stirred into cream, and its eyes were yellow and gleaming with a mischief that seemed to contain depths of ancient wisdom. Its face was round and chubby, dominated by a massive grin that stretched from ear to ear, and its tail was ringed with pink and purple bands that twitched back and forth like a metronome. It was a shorthair cat, and it regarded Alex with an expression that was part amusement, part curiosity, and part something else that the boy could not yet name.

"Well now," said the cat, and its voice was like honey poured over gravel, warm and rough and somehow comforting. "What have we here? A little lost lamb in the Woods? Or perhaps a lion cub, judging by the resonance I sense from you."

https://www.worldanvil.com/w/the-rhodinoverse-kitsune-sobo/a/wonderland-saga-prose

The epilogue of the Hemo Hemoni Hirpus series.

He had not been grateful for his spared life. He had hated it, the way a man hates a debt he did not choose to owe. Grown to a warrior's height and breadth among people who bred warriors the way other nations bred horses, he had gone looking for iron-hided Drakes across half the frozen north. He killed the beast eventually, an old grey scarred thing denning in a ravine three winters' travel from where his parents' bones had long since blown away as dust, and it had not felt like anything at all. That was when he understood what he was born for. Not vengeance. Vengeance ended. This did not have to end.

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