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.
Matriarch Moon
[A quick piece I wrote up after a long day at work dealing with customers. It’s rough but I hope you enjoy!] Massani found herself perched upon a rock in the middle of a vast forest. The breeze brought with it scents of this land, of this unfamiliar place where…