✄— Fairfolk
everybodylovesdraven
The faeries here were so different from the faeries back home.Most importantly, they were of a far kinder disposition. Though mischievous still, when they found that she was lost, false directions laced with obscenities were not their response. It was good-natured ribbing that followed, before they flittered to and fro, leading her through thick roots and spongy moss, to a clearing that led down a dirt road. They glided through the air happily, chattering that the transformed town was a few minutes down the path.
She thank them by swiftly cutting off the head of the fairy closest to her.
In little time, she had four faeries pinned to the ground, struggling to free themselves from the sewing needles that pinned their hands and feet down. Cute. So cute. But she wanted them to be rounder, needed them to be stuffed. How would a fairy look with the tongue of a frog or conjoined at the hip? Better or far worse? Her subjects were fragile and tiny in numbers. She had to be careful, careful...
" Stop squirming. Eh heh heh... You'll break more than I need you to. Relax... you'll wake up as someone pleasant. "