Damp Sand (Otherwise Untitled)
#97 of Short Stories
A ferret doesn't find much hope.
The ferret's two-way radio crackled with a silence that drowned out the patter of his blood soaking into the hot sand.
Warm hum of anxious night (Otherwise Untitled)
The gryphon's knuckles were starting to ache and she wasn't sure who's blood she was tasting; in the din of the street light she'd just about trade her badge for another pair of handcuffs.
Flames Entertain an Offer (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The deer glared up at the thirty foot tall pillar of fire that loomed over the desert scrub. "Anything you'd be willing to steal, you'd've already taken.", tossing one of the previous year's antlers into the flames, "I'm here to make a deal." ~ The...
Patience and Chill (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The crisp dunes of the sand moon shimmered softly as Mac's orbit brought her into another sunrise. Her muzzle curled into a bit of a smile, as dancing shades of yellow slid across the ice sheets of the planet below. The hyena sighed, pressing her...