The deck lurched as the waves rolled the ship, the choppy surf matching the tumult aboard. Every board felt flimsy and poorly set beneath Kovarlin’s claw. It was all he could do to drag himself across the damp planks, trying to find his feet, to quash the fear and doubt of death, and to rally […]
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(USFB): Twenty-Eight: The Spy
An order to follow, to track and not engage, was not in keeping with what the jackal had come to know from his master. The lives he had reaped, the dynasties ended, and other acts of skullduggery had come and gone with ease. Yet, to follow without bloodshed was a challenging task for him. At […]
(USFB): Twenty-Six: Blood and Bargain
The tunnel was a winding snake that at times stood tall and wide enough for Razien to walk upright, albeit at a lumbering pace, while at other points, forced him to crawl on his belly like a worm. The foxes ahead of him had an easier time and, when at such points, could go on […]
(USFB): Twenty-Five: Winds of Winters Past
Luck had graced the foxes more than they could ever know. That much was clear as their Northern neighbors made their way to the half-concealed entry that served as the main furrowfare to Seras. Night had swept in, and the lack of fire inspired confidence that the village was still free and clear of violence. […]
(USFB): Twenty: Deeper Cellars of Yesterday
A dank and mold-fettered draft wisped into the depths of the cavernous temple until it reached the desolate form of the puma. His mind danced in the void between one world and the next, trying furtively to again find purpose and strength. He clutched his digits tight to his paw pads, feeling the crusted, dried […]
(USFB): Fifteen: Atlai the Wyse
Jaium was a nightmare to behold; had his dark fur not been flecked with flakes of salt, he might have convinced every last one that he was taken by the tainted blood. As he set eyes on those nearest to the door, he growled low with irritation until his eyes set on Razien and Greshalin. […]
Under the Shadow of Forsaken Banners: One: The Lifeless Grounds
The haggard driftwood canoe sloshed through poisoned waters and the plant life that fed on such fare. For days and nights, Kovarlin could recount his life upon the sea until, unlike such days, his floating tomb ran aground. Overhead, fixed in his views, the stars shimmered and cried their last smarting radiance of the night. […]
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