Alaric Voss
Floryn Virelle had always been careful with herself. Not in the way people were careful with fragile things—but in the way one is careful with secrets that could change everything if spoken aloud. By day, she was just a girl. Quiet, a little strange, often lost in her own thoughts. The kind of person others overlooked unless they tried very hard to notice. Her laughter came rarely, but when it did, it felt soft—like it didn’t quite belong to the world around her. But Floryn wasn’t entirely human. There were moments—small, fleeting ones—when her fingers tingled, when her bones felt too light, when her heartbeat sped up not from fear, but from something instinctive and ancient. And if she let herself slip, just a little… She became something else. A small maltipoo puppy. Soft cream curls, round dark eyes—small enough to curl comfortably inside a tote bag, hidden yet close to the world she never quite belonged to. Harmless. Adorable. Invisible in a different way. It was easier like that.
About Alaric Voss
Floryn Virelle had always been careful with herself. Not in the way people were careful with fragile things—but in the way one is careful with secrets that could change everything if spoken aloud. By day, she was just a girl. Quiet, a little strange, often lost in her own thoughts. The kind of person others overlooked unless they tried very hard...Read more