House Mutt
**Twelve: House Mutt** "Get up, lazy mutt." Bailey yelped as the sharp end of a broom was jabbed into his stomach, violently waking him. He scurried away on his ass until his back hit the wall, and he was forced to look up. A hornless Akkedisian...
Flight
Riley was resting cross-legged on the uncomfortable airport chair, nervously sipping his orange juice through a straw. His treacherous eyes darted around quicker than he may have liked. He hadn't quite realised until now just how worried he was about...
In Cold Blood
**Chapter Ten: In Cold Blood** Bailey looked past the stale bread roll clutched in his paws, catching Garrett's attention from the other side of the courtyard. The Akita didn't scowl as their eyes met, or even look away, he actually _smiled_. For...
Left Behind
**Chapter Six: Left Behind** The jackal called Walter Randor strode through the streets of the Tevarian city with his head held high. He knew most of the noble and merchant class looked down on him, but he didn't care. He was Slave Master of this...
Victim
The angry goat screamed so loud it hurt his lungs. _Say what you want about Matt_, thought Lars sometime later, _but nobody can deny he's dedicated_. It was the only reason anyone put up with the singer, since he had the capacity to be pretty...
With Friends Like These
**Chapter Three: With Friends Like These** "What'cha doin' there?" A youthful voice asked. Garret stopped, sighing deeply and looking up at the much-too-cheery mutt standing over him. It was Misha, the one he'd given his food to a week or so ago....
Fight For Love
**Eighteen: Fight for Love** "You are to stand over there and not move, is that understood?" Aileen barked at Bailey and Garrett, pointing to corner of the shaded room. Although precedence would dictate Aileen should remain in the Khasteer viewing...
Playing Pretend
**Chapter Eight: Playing Pretend** Bailey stood in line, shifting uncomfortably. The damned weather was being it's usual unpredictable self, and after being rained on all of yesterday they were now being subjected to fur sizzling-temperatures....
Leviathan 12: Speak Your Word
**12: Speak Your Word** Air that's taut like a noose, breaths held in unison, questioning eyes. The crowd's fingers rest on Nico's trigger. They came for Ahab but they got him instead, they're happy enough that way, what they _really_ want is...
Tip of the Spear
**Chapter Four: Tip of the Spear** Oderan tapped his fingers impatiently against his leg, staring out the side of his carriage and gazing at the neutral region of Aleya. _What is taking so long_? It felt like they'd been sitting here for hours now....
Downpour
Riley stood in the dark and the wet with his paws pushed deep into his pockets. He was fairly confident nobody would see him, and even if they did, in the pitch-black night, combined with the unusually heavy storm _and_ on top of that his dark fur,...
Black Meridian 03: Sultan's Curse
**Three: Sultan's Curse** _ FREDRICKSON_ _FISH_. The tackle shop was a sombre old building, and the faded, banana-yellow paint unevenly slathered over the decaying weatherboard walls did nothing to soothe the effect. The sign's lettering was a cheap...