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. […]
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(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-One: The Empire and The Remains
Even from the heights of the split monolith, ancient to a point in which even the most learned of scholars could not tabulate its age, the view of the ceremony was clear enough. The winds rounded about the leopard on the high ledge, his pale gray eyes unblinking against the torrent. Nothing had forced Pulzaricati to flinch […]
(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. […]
(USFB): Thirteen: An Empty Camp
It hadn’t been intended they were to leave still that day; however, with what news they had, as well as the captive lion, no one could argue the imperative of ensuring news was spread as quickly as possible. With two of the foxes in tow, just to keep extra eyes on their prisoner, they returned […]
(USFB): Five: The Sanctuary of a Grave
In one of the cramped apartments of the newly built cabins, Orathone hung over the satchel containing the silver egg. He watched dully as Litheiuss came and went, assembling a meal for his young colleague as well as a herbal mix. The younger buck hadn’t seemed to calm after taking a seat and had been […]
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