Where Silence Has Lease, Chapter 5
Rodwald, glutton for the violence he may be, was up to his gills in it. It was frustrating. He kept searching for the moment in battle he could look over his carnage with a smile. He searched for the end. For Success. It never came. He crushed one...
Fur, Feathers, Folly: A Long-dead Lunatic's Sick Joke Dungeon
"Which one of you is Emmy?" Jean's beak clacked shut with the end of his sentence. The sour annoyance of having to unravel such a nuisance had dried up his patience. A large female wolf and a boyish collie looked back at him, witless both. The wolf...