Recent content by Wilton Frae

The squirrel fae just kept running. Running. Running. Running. Running. Running. Running. Runn- He slipped off one of the roof tops. His red, tuft eared body plummeting towards the hard stones below. This was what the dog wanted. Not a quick death by mauling. Not the piercing of his flesh by...

Dog. Scary! Dog. Scary! Dog! SCARY! Wilton was in an utter panic. His tail wrapped around him as he trembled and cowered up on the rooftop. The big dog was scary. It was going to get him. It was going to kill him. It was going to kill everyone! That was what dogs did! They maimed! They...

Wilton had gone to kiss his lover. He had ended up kissing a dog. When he felt that fuzzy snoot beneath his lips, he opened up his eyes after having closed them for maximum romance. What he saw horrified him to his core. No longer was his beautiful female fox there but instead existed a...

"Woman. Woe-man." Wilton corrected her slowly. Gosh why were the pretty ones always so not smart? Something his mum always said yet until know he didn't know it was true. "You are a pretty woman. I know this. Why did you feel like pointing it out?" Then he got it! A look of realization...

Oooooo! What was this? Wilton skipped in joy as he saw his present had arrived! He didn't know what it could be but it looked amazing! What greeted the fae was a tome. A weird one that was kind of rotted. Just like his tree! So he looked at the letter and saw the one who sent it to him had...

"Cassie! I love it! Such a pretty name for such a pretty fox!" Wilton was excited. His new woman had a normal name and wasn't a pixie. Mum was convinced he was going to end up with a pixie or maybe a gnome. Someone shorter than him.... Cassie was shorter than him. Mum was right. He did end...

The fox spoke to Wilton! Sure her words were kind of nonsense, but she spoke to him! I mean who really thinks she wasn't his? Clearly a bit of shyness was all. She would come around soon enough. But her question about him not having even given her his name was like a dagger in his heart! How...

The poor girl was scared. But of what? Wilton didn't know. All he could think of was maybe she was scared of commitment and intimacy. Mum did tell him how most girls would just want him for his body and seeds. Once they had them they would run off abandoning him just like his birth parents had...

The fox was having a harder time following along than Wilton thought. It was almost as if their heels were being dug into the ground. Good thing he knew that wasn't the case! No way the poor vixen wouldn't be fine coming along with him. Foxes liked him after all and this one had been so nice...

The little puppy was shivering. Perhaps it was cold? Was Winter so made sense. Wilton remembered all the times he shivered from the cold! Happened to fast that it was like he never had once in his life. Strange or was it just proof of how smart he was? Mum always did say he was very special in...

The red headed fae was skipping down the street. No clue where he was at. Some city full of browns and yellows and reds. Made him think of Fall.... They needed to redecorate. It was Winter after all! Mum always told him to respect the seasons and not piss them off. Well whoever lived in this...

Glitterdust dropped from the air. Shiny colors flashing in the light. Art that reflected the momentary beauty of life itself.... And it was on fire now. Wilton didn't set it on fire. He never set things on fire. Living in a tree made fire even deadlier than it already was. So he would never...

So there Wilton was with Lady Stewpot perched on his back and shoulder telling him how terrible these people were to her. She gnawed on the edge of his bark mask when he replied back with "You don't say?" and "No!" and "How dare they!" to let her know he was paying attention. Which he was! In...

This ball certainly was fancy. Wilton didn't even know know what most of the foods he was stuffing into his mouth were called. Little pastry thing of yum yum goodness was his name for most of them. It was far more accurate than the occasional fancy name one of the fancy guests would call them...

Oh! Things were so exciting! Wilton was bouncing up and down on his heels as his eyes restlessly wandered without care from scene to scene and group to group. Should he dance? Should he sing? Should he listen in on the dramatic little plays the other fae called their schemes and lives? An...