The Brimstock Descent
A dreary fog ridden town named Brimstock sat upon a cliff overlooking a great lake where the waters within were grey and still. Just at the edge was an old tower covered in moss that used to serve as housing for the lighthouse staff when the town...
Just Living Chapter 3
Just Living Chapter 3 Sometimes waking up is difficult. Frey would have days where waking up simply meant his body and mind would try it's hardest to keep him down and beneath those sheets, an overwhelming miasma of depression or anxiety keeping him...
Just Living: Chapter 2
Frey's eyes broke open slowly as he felt the warmth of sunlight through the window hit his cheek. As he woke up his head felt oddly clear, even though his body felt a bit stiff in certain places. He sat up slowly, feeling strangely well rested, and now...
Academ: The Wyld Mage
Seated in her room packing her personal tome in a satchel, was a plum furred feline. Mara had gone to her instructor for advice on her weakest elemental magic, earth. She had studied the subject at length with her friend Kip and tried her hardest to...
Academ: Connection
Another weekend at the academy, another couple of days to do nothing but sit inside of a room and read books. A plum furred feline laid upon a bed in a dim room. A flowery bulb illuminated the space above where she laid on her stomach with her face...
Flora: Painted Journey Chapter 3
After a dreamless slumber, Aria woke up. Her eyes were struggling to open one after the other and she swore everything was still dark. When she pulled her cheek off of the pillow she noticed something sticky with the source of the substance being her...
Flora: Painted Journey Chapter 2
Finally, Aria had found herself a way to get to Dewclaw in a reasonable time while being able to observe her surroundings. She had hitched a ride with a pirate who was smuggling magical goods on a crystal cursed home that could move on its own. There...
Flora: Painted Journey Chapter 1
Soft hues of orange began to break over the sky as the sun began to come down over the horizon. A clock tower sat somewhere in the Citrico Capital blocking the twilight from all who basked in its shade. No tick nor chime played from the broken old...