The-Creative-Adult

Note: This story contains elements of gender and body transformation, pregnancy and birthing. Warning: This story contains elements of dysphoria and abuse. Legends speak of cursed woods in the far north. Walk in as a hunter. Maintain your caution. Lest you lose your way and lose yourself. And be consumed by the trees forevermore. * Hada carefully examined his arrows, carefully readjusting the feathers on the end or discarding them if they had warped too much from the damp. Tedious, slow work. But it was also calming. “What are you doing?” The dry old voice made him freeze for a moment before turning around and bowing his head slightly, “Grandmamma.” Before returning to his work. The old woman’s expression tightened, “I asked you a question.” “I set some traps in the woods a few days ago. I want to see if anything has been caught.” “You are not going.” Hada paused and glanced back at her, “Why?” “There is danger in the air right now.” she looked away from him and narrowed