It had been a crazy year for Horrorforged.
He had never really thought of himself as a "people Trumpetter." It was hard to be so when only half of you was anything sane. The other half was... something, some
older species, something his mother had sought so desperately to identify that she'd borne a child by one just to have something solid to pick at. Maybe in was her actions, maybe it was his own inherent personality, or maybe it was just a crippling fear of being judged for the thing he almost was. Either way, he was largely content to stay away from the rest of Evelon, lurking in his hole in the wall beneath the waves, living off deep-sea creatures and never admitting how alone he felt.
Until a few months ago.