Werewolves cured of lycanthropy suffer phantom transformation. Jaws aching in the full moonlight, wishing they could lengthen. Hands spasming, expecting claws to push through.
you’re a cryptid too.
a rare, mysterious, beautiful
creature
with powers untold.
”Hide” as a stand in for ”conceal” comes from the old use of tanned fae leather as
armour. While it provided no significant protection against blade, arrow, or mace, it
blended the wearer into their surroundings much like the creature it was taken
from.
Many of the creatures who provided such pelts were thought to be hunted to extinction, but in a twist of evolutionary biology many species survived and flourished, passing on the genetic predisposition for perfect camouflage from humans.
Fae markets can be found by their eclectic lighting in otherwise abandoned alleys and lots. Unless you’ve been invited though, it won’t be revealed to you.
Corsetry is innately attractive and comforting to wear, it brings up a genetic memory of when our species used to have an exoskeleton.
One day it showed its true form to us, but nothingness is all we could perceive. We cried, for it’s nature would be forever beyond our ken.
The problem with all my friends being so hot is I’m not sure which of you are naturally pretty and endowed with good genetics and who among you are supernaturally pretty and an avatar of some ethereal god sent to watch over us.
We only think of them as monsters under the bed because we associate them with
the fear we feel as they grab us at night.
Really they just exist to pull us out of nightmares.
Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, don’t see what lies within. Bones pushed through flesh are gross enough in their own right but what it hides will chill your very soul.