She owed Dulsenor an apology for cursing his name, even if she hadn’t given the comment voice. Hardly could Greshalin justify any animosity towards the puma when he hadn’t much say in the matter. The man’s lack of control among so many others whom the Yerra had bent to his will was not forgivable as […]
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(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 […]
(USFB): Four: Reunions
It had only taken Orathone a mere few days to reunite with the rest of the refugees from the East. Sleepless nights had kept him on the move all but when Sha-Sha had to bed down, and even then, she was kept clawing the earth thanks to the buck. There were berries, native to the […]
(USFB): Three: The Knight Shade
His body hung in the air, motionless to appear near dead. Eternal night bathed the sinewy form however was reflected like a starlight outline against every wall. A moment’s disturbance now would break the trance, shatter the fugue of his mind and send his avatar crawling back into the primordial shadows of day. In an […]
Of Mortals: Chapter Thirty-Seven
The incitement of the mob was a simple matter; keeping them in order and not mauling down those who would aid in the conflict was another thing entirely. Had Orathone and Litheiuss not discovered the elk in the outskirts as they plotted and made clear their intent, they would have been rolled over by the […]
Of Mortals: Chapter Thirty-Six
For this plan to work, Imfay had to count on two things, expert timing and overly dimwitted jailers. As the hinges of the door into the dungeon squawked like a myter in need of one final blow, the elk threw himself to the floor. Sliding the arrow up through his sleeve, he penetrated his paw […]
Of Mortals: Chapter Thirty-Five
“That’s it! I got it now! You’re a bastard of the Yerra. There are no two ways about,” Marshal Litheiuss remarked, setting down across the young private, Orathone. He wagged his finger in the other man’s muzzle with conviction, “I was at the ceremony, probably one of the few close enough to look at the […]
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