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. […]
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(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 […]
(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): Twelve: Among the Pines
Chief Defender Biyorn was easily located after their visit to Soweyn. On the first tier, he sat at his post, a shack that partly cut into the cliff face as the temple had. However, through this alcove, it was apparent one could slip lower into the city. A shaft of light erupted from a hole in […]
(USFB): Ten: Chasing Ghosts
Razien sat beside Greshalin’s wagon that night, the day’s experience hardly breaking his composure. Gresh tried to press her paws to the rope burns that snaked through his fur, a steam of ice against the warm air building and fading as he denied the aid each time. He was sullen and irritated, but only in […]
(USFB): Nine: A Living Grave
Orathone held his breath counting down seconds in the void. It seemed utterly unreal that any sane person would bury another alive, punishment or not. The buck thought it had to be some type of bluff, an attempt to break him and keep him in line. However, it was clear enough that Razien had seen […]
(USFB): Seven: Shadowplay
There was little left to exchange between the two despite the sincerity both had willfully employed after the elk had been laid to rest. Between them still stood a gulf that was nearly unconquerable, yet neither could quite say why. Where the others, both the camps of West and East, would dissolve their equal parts […]
(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 […]
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