(Long post, but it has a story I put on Facebook. ^_^ Though the story was written October 2nd, 2014, I made the picture yesterday.)
Your eyes slowly open, aware that something is in the room with you. The fact does not surprise you. Being in a 1200's European cottage with not much money for rent, you can be assured that there is a rat or two bunking in the walls or in the corner.
... but that does not explain the pain in your mouth.
Suddenly a liquid reaches your throat and you gag, sitting up and spewing out said liquid, the moonlight revealing that it is a dark, thick liquid. It does not take you long to realize that it is blood. Again, you are not surprised, though now you wonder for a few seconds how long you will have to live, having shown a sign of a fatal but common disease in the early Feudal age.
... but again, as your tongue explores your mouth, you find that you have not the disease - not yet, anyway - but you have had a tooth extracted forcibly from your mouth, and you are bleeding from the orifice.
You look around, wondering who on earth would have been able to accomplish this without waking you up. You look around from your cot at your sparse room, making a subtle note to warn the landlord that the rats steal teeth now when your when your eyes fall on something shiny in the far left corner beside your candle and stack of books you were generously given. After squinting, you realize it is a wing... like a dragonfly's wing... and that the wing is connected to a body no bigger than the candle that it is standing behind.
You inadvertently gasp, and the little creature suddenly bolts, holding a small leather sack in its arms. (You have a rising suspicion what is contained within the sack.) You jump off your cot and scramble to the window that the creature has flown out of, the window open just a crack. You yank it open and look in despair as the creature lands daintily - mockingly - on the tree just outside. You are almost close enough to stretch out and catch it up in your hands, but you know in your heart it will just jump away again with that dragonfly speed.
It turns to you and speaks in a foreign language, sounding like a squeaking cart wheel and bells. It laughs - an almost beautiful sound if it was not laughing at you. You now see it is a tiny womanly form with black cropped hair, with sparkling eyes that twinkle. It sways the bag back and forth slowly, taunting you. You look closer, and you notice that all items that are not leather or leaf are a bright white accessory keeping the parts together. You realize it is ivory... teeth.
With another quip and a laugh, the fairy is gone into the night. You gaze out the window for a while, wiping your mouth with your sleeve. Your friends will not believe this and you do not have any proof...
As you turn back to your desk with your candle and books, you notice a small object. Upon examination, you realize that it is a dagger. A dagger made of ivory.
Now you have your proof. Somewhat. You set the dagger in the middle of your desk for easy spotting, but, thinking a little more, you remove it and place it under the cover and a few pages of your top book, in case the fairy decides to come back.
You make your way back to your cot and dab at your mouth again. Questions have arisen in your mind, the main one being this: What kind of fairy would steal a tooth?!
One of the biggest misnomers of the English language is the word "barbarian". Barbarian defined:
1. a person in a savage, primitive state; uncivilized person.
2. a person without culture, refinement, or education; philistine.
3. (loosely) a foreigner.
4. a non-Greek. A person living outside, especially north of, the Roman Empire. a person not living in a Christian country or within a Christian civilization.
5. (among Italians during the Renaissance) a person of non-Italian origin.
Notice that two of those definitions simply mean "not of this certain culture". The Japanese when they were still coping with the fact they could no longer eschew themselves from the rest of the nations of the earth they called anyone not Japanese barbarians. (So my highschool textbook said...)
The Pixila Dente "barbarians" are of types 1 and 4, being apart from the "Utopian" Pixila Dente culture, education, and refinement. But don't underestimate them. Even if you can't understand their language - which interestingly enough sounds like Swahili but spoken by bells and cart-wheels - you can tell they're brilliant and intelligent. You might even be able to make friends with them.
Just keep a hand over your mouth and don't fall asleep with them around, unless you're really good friends. Because they are still Tooth Fairies, but they are not bound by any silly obligation to wait around for a tooth to fall out. There was a war between the Utopians and the Barbarians in the Victorian era over a little town called London. This is nothing new, there have been races to collect the teeth of individuals. Sometimes the Barbarians get the best teeth because they didn't wait around for tooth decay to claim them. For now, there is a peace between the two races, though in Canada the regions where hockey is played is still a disputed ground.
I wanted to convey the differences but similarities between the two races of Pixila Dente. The Barbarians are more geared towards marshes, lakes, even rain forests, hence the camouflage style coloring and the fortified wings, usually used for swimming and diving. (Pearls and some types of seaweed are useful to these people.) I was going to make her look more fierce and crafty, but then I went for the intelligence they usually conveyed. As you'll see in the story, to some tribes of the Barbarians, we are just big stupid lugs, not even sport when asleep. As usual, this queenly figure - though I'm not sure if she's the "queen" of her tribe, more like matron - was made in DAZ Studio and postworked heavily in GIMP 2.