The freedom to express things you cannot otherwise will be found in this thread. There is great power in that.
I am going to extrapolate on the fairy.
Beware the triggers that will be following here
The fairy is gifted, sensitive. She sees the auras of the creatures around her, and the binarys, and the Cis. She reads their spirits, looking for love and for threats, deeply sensitive to their needs and desires. She flies above, and is never far from the shadow or the wood elf, her protectors in the forest.
She looks within her mind, finding the place of memory, of doors. There is one door that is locked, closely guarded by the shadow and the elf, and she dares one day to open it, she has been given the key, finally after all these years....
She unlocks the door and looks within. Inside is an arena, and in the center, chained, is a small child fairly. Her wings are cut, her face has been pounded, and on all sides are the Cis, as with each blow, they chant faggot and fairy and laugh and mock, lending their voices to cover up the screams of the child in the center of the arena, as she screams and screams and holds onto the last shred of her sanity.....
Gently the fairy closes and locks the door, and she hands a key to the shadow who protects her and guards the door, and to the elf who heals her with their loyalty and compassion.
And reminded of her terrible past, the fairy rises again to fly the forest, looking for souls, relentlessly pursuing all that is good, rising above, but ever mindful of that place and that door that remains locked, only to be opened when needed, but always there.
And the King of the fairies is her friend, she will not hold the cuelty of the Cis against them, but someday, they will answer to that King for what they have done...
So she travels on, with the shadow and the elf by her side, guarding the door, knowing the fragility of this wounded fairy, and knowing the shear power of her will to live and to love and to be free.
I can't say that except here in this thread
Tell about your creature, if you dare....
Nails out, eyes on fire, living life and transcending all the past.