Waking in the hayloft the next morning, Moslay was still a bit hazy in thought, the ether still somewhat sticking with him. To be fair, he had not fully come off of the stuff before leaving Haludram and only vaguely recalled tying up the pack beasts before passing out. He knew the cart hadn’t been […]
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Foxhound: VIII
“Well farmhand, it looks like your search ends here. Now can I have the marks you’ve got on you or am going to have to follow you home?” the soot and snowy cat asked, interrupting very suddenly.Pressing the full-fingered hand against his face, Moslay grumbled, “Never an easy day under this sun and never a […]
Foxhound: VII
Moslay stared into oblivion, the particles floating around at the bottom of his mug only vaguely exciting curiosity before he went for another drink. The cold of winter was biting down hard, and he knew he should have gotten on his way already. Still, he knew this was going to be the only way he […]
Foxhound: III
The hammock nearly tipped as the pained cries and yowls struck his ears; he wouldn’t need a sprite to tell him what was happening outside. It was a violent noise, the chains rattling only punctuated how terrible things were getting in the dark of midnight. Trying to collect himself through the haze of alcohol and […]
Foxhound: II
A gale of autumn colored leaves blew down the lane as Moslay came to the end of his lot. He had done his best in cleaning up, not as though Winifred was likely to care. He patted down his coat, making sure he wasn’t going out entirely unarmed. Moslay would have loved to take the […]
Foxhound: I
The otherworldly hiss broke Moslay from his napping, sending the daggers of ice up and down his spine. As the hounds began to bark, the old man knew he was going to need the scattergun. If the graying man hadn’t enough warning, the sprite that shot in through the window gave him a certainty that […]
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