This is just a story based within the Half Continent from Monster Blood Tattoo. I hope you enjoy it, and please tell me if it's good bad or in between. If you have any ideas about what I could do, please also tell me! I like constructive criticism! Thanks for reading.
A Strange Encounter
One very stormy night in the Ichormere, a miracle of Mother Nature occurred. As lightning bashed overhead in the clouds, the threwd infested Ichormere became a haven of birth. Many everymen would have shunned the birth had they known. Teratologists across the nation would have swarmed the bog filled land to rid the world of this abomination. But a select few individuals, those that these everymen would have called sedorners, would have smiled in the knowledge that Mother Nature herself had created a creature as perfect as herself.
As the cry of a baby emanated into the night, the rain fell large and hard upon the ground, dampening the persisting scream. A humble glamgorn heard the stifled cries and wound its way through the bog to find the baby. He was called Priggle amongst his fellows, and was much smaller than many other glamgorns, as everymen called them. Priggle found the baby, pink and raw in only her skin, atop a freshly turned layer of peat and mud. The small glamgorn smiled, his over large mouth causing the corners of his lips to nearly touch his small round ears.
"What's a pretty lil' thing like you doing all the way out here in this murky urky place?" whispered Priggle to the unconcerned baby. "You're lucky I found you ere'. Indeed, indeed! Had I not have found you ere', young pretty, a mighty big teeth knasher might have found you…" He paused, checking his surroundings for the very creature he spoke of. "…An ate you up for tucker and supper!" He finished in a quiet but forceful whisper.
Priggle blinked a drop of rain from his eyes and attempted to wrestle the baby girl from the mud, his large hands finding a safe hold upon the child. He heaved and hoed until finally he had a firm but gentle grasp upon the baby, that of which was almost as big as he was himself.
"This will not do! Will not do at all!" He cried softly in alarm. "You weigh as much as me plus more! But I will manage just you see! Priggle can keep you safe young pretty. Yes a pretty young lass you are!" He beamed once more and began to slough through the mud and onto harder ground. He paused upon a patch of deadened grass. "Now young pink lips, I'll have you come home with me. There I shall care for you until you learn yourself! Now little… Ichorlin, your name shall be. For here in the Ichormere you was made! Let us be rid of this smelly place." And with that the little creature ran off, nursing the young babe across his chest. He ran for many hours, never ceasing to rest until he had hid within the safety of his home, deep underground. And there within the safety of Priggle and his friends, little Ichorlin grew.