The Lion’s Pelt
The pelt of sunset sand with a mane of blackened earth drew the eye, and as he reached out, he ran his fingertips across the soft hairs on what was once this creature’s shoulder.
An Ox Who Dreams Of Flying
Akakios’ hooves smashed into the ground as she sprinted forward. Cryus flew next to her, and as they reached their target, Akakios pivoted and sliced her handaxe through the ankle of a blood harpy.
Akakios
A crow’s call turned Akakios to her right. Cryus, her companion, had found something.
