Host's Soup (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The ferret sort of lingered in the kitchen, looming over the stove as the soup came to a proper simmer. Patrica rubbed at her side a bit while regarding the cutting board on the counter near the stove, her ribs keeping their dull ache from their...
Blood Warranty (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The mashed potatoes were rapidly running out of steam to rise, with what remained in the bowl. The family's dinner mostly dispensed out into their appropriate plates, with Kyle nodding along to the description of his daughter's school day. The gravy...
Pale Gravy (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The fox's ears remained dutifully perked, listening with interest both to the squirrel's recollections of the day's travel plans, and the rabbit's kitchen matters. ~ "Yeah, I think we should be able to get to the campgrounds before nightfall, if the...
A Song's Echo (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The wolf settled down quietly to the floor, leaning back against the wall next to the old phonograph. He flipped through the box of discs, pulling it in close to find the one he knew would be there. In the evening's sunlight, the grooves in the...
Favors Requested (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The local priest of the forge, a fox who's robes and fur were peppered with the tiny spots where embers had landed, settled down into his seat in the tavern. Wisps of steam rose from the ceramic mug clung amongst his remaining fingers. He yipped...
Heat of a Moment (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The glimmer of terror in her eyes and hope curled up into her smile kept the badger on his feet and glancing about, though the suit was heavy and the smoke thick. He'd seen the little girl scant seconds earlier, keeping his calm as the minutes of...
A Painter's View (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The old raccoon gazed out over the world below, standing alone in the room of his apartment aboard the orbital station. Letting out a sigh as he turned his attentions to the digital easel, palette-pad in one hand and stylus brush in his other. The...
Lonely Dinner (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The previous eight months had been hard on the wolf. At a tempo he'd never prepared for he managed to bury a father and mourn over his mother's ashes. The weight and absences of it all were creeping into his realization, standing in a kitchen as...
Untitled (11/11/11)
The events pass, The past is written, The past is static, Its set so common sense says, But not for you, You rewrite what happens to suit you, You turn devotion to obsession, Love to lust, Joy to sorrow, Pleasure to pain, Just to suit your quest for...
Untitled (11/6/11)
By hooves and horns, By flesh and fur, Through dance and song, Through love and lust, With wine and revelry, With songs and devotion, We praise you Pan, A god of love and lust, Song and dance, Joy and laughter, Hedonism in flesh and soul, We thank you...
Packing and Truth (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The sun was settling into its comfortable groove of daytime while the jackalope leaned in through the rear door of his hatchback, shoving around various piles of items in his search. "No, not too much in here worth taking. So that duffle'l work fine,...
Breakfast of Corn (Otherwise Untitled)
~ As the lump of yellow batter crackled along amongst the thin veneer of cooking oil in the skillet, the fox regarded the whole process dubiously. He'd luckily had the corn meal and salt on hand to attempt the hoe cakes, but the recipe he found seemed...