Hutch

“You see, it’s really easy once you get the hang of it.”  Flicking their wrist, Hutch makes a motion with their hands towards the black chirop they’re training. The chirop flaps its wings, fluttering up and around in the air. Watching with interest, Quince’s eyes light up.    “How should I call it back?” �...

The dark trees surrounding were oppressive, smothering even the crunch of the snow under their shoes. Hutch had heard talk about the freign somewhere around here, but the constant silent snowfall made it difficult to track any prints that may have been left by the creature. Truly, they were one of the least prepared succubuns for this sort of thing. They were unaccustomed to seeking imps out in their natural habitat, ...