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The Aniceta family has had a rather, peculiar occupation for millennia.
Ever wonder who takes care of the occult's more mundane tasks? That is, care for the occult, and not get eaten?
Generation after generation of Aniceta women have been tasked with providing everything from transport to fresh guts. And rarely get paid for it! This is a story about the women that walk the fine line between humanity and the various beings that are amongst us.
Role: Writer, Artist
Status: Complete
An unseasonal blizzard and an army marching home for the farming season.
The gods seemed hellbent on making life harder for mere mortals, but a flash of black in the blinding white may change their fates.
What happens when the wind meets the sky?
A short story of how punishment could bring forth the darnedest of change and acceptance.
Role: Writer
Status: Complete
What happened to just living a simple life as a lumberjack?
Uzani hadn't thought much about life past going to work, getting lectured by her mother, and being bothered by her friend, the lord's son of the land she and her mother mistakenly immigrated to while fleeing war.
But then... a silver pin on her work table changed everything.
Role: Writer, Artist
Status: In progress
Aniceta?
It is an ancient name whispered amongst those in the shadows, whilst the humans cackle and think of us as just slightly odd.
Aniceta?
It certainly has a ring to it. Like a journey explained in one word.
Aniceta?
Hmm...why don’t we take a look?
Role: Writer
Status: In progress
The WSF or Women's Sanctuary Foundation.
Sounds like a help center or covenant, right?
No.
It's the necessary response to the dismantling of a country and the imprisonment of the "undesirables that need reeducation".
This is a warning to those that dare to trample on liberty and justice.
You've been warned.
Role: Writer, Artist
Status: In progress