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-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-Three: Lingering in Time
Night had come by the time Pulzar returned to his typical perch. So far above the city, nearly as tall as the bell tower, it was the easiest place for him to transition between air to fur once more. Yet, despite how high either structure stood, they paled in comparison to the great tree. His […]
(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): Fourteen: Ascending a Fallen Monolith
As he yanked and came up, unable to make another step, Razien wondered if he hadn’t been caught in an ill-placed snare. The Cubs had been working on a means of defense should the line break when the invaders pushed through. It was laughable to think that anyone would place a trap of any kind […]
Under the Shadow of Forsaken Banners(USFB): Two: The Green Knight
“The wolf, only he can access the hidden depths of the artifact. If you are to have any hope of turning back the Legion of Iron Mane, you will need him,” echoed the ancient voice through the boughs of the Aln Tree. Tightening his paws on the ovoid sphere, shimmering with the dawning light of a […]
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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