The Unknown Soldier
All feedback is welcomed, but please make all criticism consturctive in nature. thank you. prologue: with empty brass lining the way, a lone soldier wanders the fields wounded physically and emotionally.
A Day In The Life of Ty Soltaur
Written by Exilo Unnamed vixen belongs to Exilo Ty is mine The fence was a bit higher than Ty's ears (it was eight feet to be precise), and made from a durable, weather resistant metal. Hundreds of vertical bars had been driven into the ground at...