Chapter the Tenth: History
winter turned to spring, and then to winter again with no change in his attitude and the young tiger grew increasingly bitter, and prone to tantrums of anger when confronted with any fault. why didn't his father love him?
Chapter the Eighth: Sojourn
_With my hair slicked back with Carrion Shellac; With the blood from a pheasant and the bone from a hare Tied to the branches of a roebuch stag Left to wave in the timber like a buck-shot flag, Go away you Rainsnout. Go blow your brains out, ...
Chapter the Fifth: Youth
winter approached, and in stark contrast two young foxes love sprung tall, and proudly into the raging sun that fed it.
Chapter the Fourth: Ghosts
"Derek!" The small kit sat somberly staring at his father. Riadne called his name again, but he didn't even acknowledge hearing her. By now, she would have assumed her voice would become hoarse, but it didn't. It just swam hauntingly through the...
The Couple that Eats Together
* * * the couple that eats together by theo winters danny hugged himself to his girlfriend's side, his eyes were half closed and he had a smile on his beak.
Down for the Farm
* * * down for the farm by: theo winters jen pulled off the paved road and onto the narrow drive. the asphalt in front of her was faded and worn; potholes lined the center of the thin path and the edges were crumbling.
A Wizard's Feast
* * * a wizard's feast by: theo winters written for siyahamba the wizard wasn't sure to make of what he saw sitting on the small wooden table. it was nothing more than a plate of cookies, but even that seemed odd.
Tania's Boundless Appetite
* * * by: theo winters written for meanybeany tania swam in her tank, her small body cutting through the water with ease as she moved in a large circle.
A Day in the Woods
* * * a day in the woods by: theo winters written for arrowquivershaft kawheek ran though the dim woods, his wings pulled tightly against his back.
Ever Higher
* * * ever higher by: theo winters written for meanybeany paul was excited, nearly skipping up the driveway with his purchase in hand.
The Gourmand
* * * the gourmand by: theo winters written for tombfyre. tombfyre was bored, and there was no doubt about it. he sat on the couch, his chin resting in his paw as he watched the flickering television.
Garden Party
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