Happy Anniversary
A tall red Ancient leaned back against her chair in the sun, her fur pressing against the wood as she lifted the mug to her jaws. It was hardly past the afternoon, yet the Ancient guzzled down the mug of foaming beer and wiped what remained off what remained on…
A Gentleman to the End
The funeral did not last long. With the Ashwing dead, it was only a matter of time until the Shadowen came back. Seeker did not attend. He did not see how her body was ripped and torn. He did not see the how her body was laid upon pink flowers…