Practice, Practice, Practice (Otherwise Untitled)
Though the weight of being a pallbearer had become familiar to the otter's hands, his heart carried each burden as though it were his first.
Best Man's Coat (Otherwise Untitled)
The gryphon's immodest thoughts about the best man cried out to stall from pulling his fiancee into his life's longest running error.
Defining Oneself (Otherwise Untitled)
The fox's mother settled her glare somewhere between his blindingly cyan dyed ears and immodestly short skirt as she struggled to find words of helpful admonishment from amongst the giggles she could only just contain.
Ping (Otherwise Untitled)
The long forgotten beacon strained to muster another warning pulse from failing power cells, nearby debris anxious to remind passing ships of its presence with no such urgency.
Penmanship (Otherwise Untitled)
The pilot's handwriting got more harried as the air pressure dropped low enough to start impacting the pen's ability to lay down the words she'd forgotten to say.
Unprepared Hiding (Otherwise Untitled)
The deafening realization of an empty magazine in his rifle did little to distract the coyote from the footfalls of the intruders searching his ship.
Damp Sand (Otherwise Untitled)
The ferret's two-way radio crackled with a silence that drowned out the patter of his blood soaking into the hot sand.
Warm hum of anxious night (Otherwise Untitled)
The gryphon's knuckles were starting to ache and she wasn't sure who's blood she was tasting; in the din of the street light she'd just about trade her badge for another pair of handcuffs.
Aged Patience at Dusk (Otherwise Untitled)
~ [Author's Note: The Synth mentioned in this story are a fictional species of robot-folk, created by Vader-San. For an example image of a Synth,...
Boarding Pass (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The ship's captain reclined comfortably in her own folding chair, while the tiger sitting across from her was quite a bit less suited to his own. The air lock foyer to the ship was a soft hum of recharging and refueling connections to the station...
Trip Planning Diner (Otherwise Untitled)
~ Beth sunk back into the comfort of the diner's bench seating, nodding along to Harold's reckoning on which highways to take over the mountains. "Uh huh.", the possum's eyes on the kobold's plate, "Yeah", looking back up to Harold. Her attentions were...
Autopilot (Otherwise Untitled)
~ With a crushing lack of contact with the remainder of the patrol flight, the light strike fighter banked sharply around another asteriod as the pursuers continued to hold their distance outside of the collection of rocks, wreckage, and ice. The nose...