Skeiths. The poor things are always looked down on with disdain at best and outright cruelty at most. They come from the same proud, fiery line as the (in my opinion) far overused Draiks, and are closely related to the cheerful middling Scorchios. Why are they so not loved? It's the chubs, obviously. People see the wide stomachs and immediately decide that Skeiths aren't worth their time. Folks, don't judge a Skeith by his middle. You'll be making a dire mistake.
An Unlucky Day: Part Two That was impossible! The door that had opened to a quiet country lane when he entered it now separated the cottage from thick, dark woodland that was so ominous it could only be one place: the Haunted Woods.