The Creation Part 6 Every move Death Bringer made was strategic, every flick of his serpentine tail and flattening of his dreaded hood. As his coils unwound and undulated, bringing him forth from the lake and onto the flakey shore of the tiny island, Bringer was proud of himself. His midnight scales merged with the... Continue Reading →
The Creation Part 5 The day beyond the cavern was hot but inside the stone walls the meer of First Family were cool. Star lazed beside his mate, Wing, as a young subordinate male groomed his shoulder. This burrow had been a lucky dig. The group had set about on a rocky slope earlier in... Continue Reading →
The Creation Serial Part 4 Greatwing’s feathers were downy against the starlight as he extended his talons and released his hold on Star. The brindle-striped meerkat landed on all fours; his usual tawny luster shaded by the night. The full moon hung over the island like a curious eye watching them. The clearing was bathed... Continue Reading →
The Creation Part 3 In the moons that followed Star and Bringer met with Storm, Claw, Listener, and Greatwing at the hollow tree many times. The six desert dwellers became close enough to show one another their homes and ranges. They introduced one another to family members and a pact was agreed on. Each took... Continue Reading →
The Creation Part 2 The sky was alive with the creamy pink and purple swirls of dawn. Star was sunbathing atop a large stone with his stomach facing the light. While he was warming up, he took in every aspect of the desert that he could. The landscape before him was bursting with plant life... Continue Reading →
The Creation Part One Star awoke in darkness. The chamber was warm and tight. He couldn’t see anything but the milky scent coming from the furry flank he nestled against comforted him. He wriggled closer, pushing his mother’s paw, trying to reach her belly. He heard her sigh and felt her roll onto her side.... Continue Reading →
The Shifting World Part 6 Dapple studied the considerable number of meer before him, almost too many to count. Seasons had passed since anyone last saw Bringer, but with the cobra’s disappearance First Family’s problems didn’t go away. The dry season was lingering this year, the wet season should have started three moons ago. Instead,... Continue Reading →
The Shifting World Part 5 A dark silhouette cut an imposing shadow in the threads of the full moon. A canid form padded through the thicket, steps softer than the breeze only a whisper against the thistles. The shadows parted to welcome the jackal as she leapt atop the stone, ears pricked, and muzzle raised.... Continue Reading →
The Shifting World Part 4 Patch shivered in the early dawn shadows. He was creeping from rock to rock, ducking every time he heard the scrape of scales on stone. The air was dusty, and the soil was gritty beneath his paw pads. His heart thundered in his ears and his tail quivered. He huddled... Continue Reading →
The Shifting World Part 3 Galaxy crouched near the center of the clearing, his limbs growing stiff as they waited. Nova rested on his one side and his understudy, Dapple, to his other. The sun was creeping upwards, and they had been there since dawn. Still the fox hadn’t shown his face. Nova stood up... Continue Reading →
The Shifting World Part 2 Nova was dreaming. She sensed open space and wind soaring high above. The sky was cloudless and starry. The claw-pricks of light scattered above her. She stared at them in wonder for they were closer than normal. She stretched her neck and raised her snout wishing that she could touch... Continue Reading →
The Shifting World Part 1 Listener was sleeping, but it looked far from peaceful. His fur was rumpled, his pelt matted, he had a few swelling ticks on his muzzle that he hadn’t bothered to scrape off, and he was whimpering in his dreams. A sad smile tugged at Comet’s lips as she stepped towards... Continue Reading →
The Broken Oath Part 6 Listener padded into the hollow tree on silent paws. His big, bat-like ears twitched. He regarded the blood-spattered trunk as if uncomprehending. The sound of scales scraping the ground echoed in the silence. He glanced over as Bringer paused at his side. “They’re dead.” He murmured. His voice was muted,... Continue Reading →
The Broken Oath Part 5 Star trembled in the shade of the tree despite the heat of high sun. Greatwing shuffled his wings beside the meer and glanced up the hollow trunk. He would not meet Star’s gaze. The Firstbloods had been meeting in this for countless moons, but this was unlike any other meeting... Continue Reading →
The Broken Oath Part 4 The wild cat crouched in the shadowed gully of a shallow trench. Her dark striped pelt twitched as a fly buzzed about her head. She ignored it; her pale green gaze focused on the hare. The dun-colored rabbit picked through the grass at the top of the trench. She waggled... Continue Reading →
The Broken Oath Part 3 The gray goshawk with a stark yellow beak and white belly clenched her talons into the fraying bark of the matopi tree. The green leaves plump and full from the plentiful wet season fluttered near her blue eyes and she shifted her position in annoyance. As the heartbeats ticked by,... Continue Reading →
The Broken Oath Part 2 The raptor glided on the wind, his flight feathers curved and spread to catch the updraft. From his vantage point he could see the rolling dunes of the desert sprawling towards the setting sun. Far beneath the eagle owl his sharp gaze made out the undulating stripes of a herd... Continue Reading →
The Broken Oath Part 1 Death Bringer drew his coils tighter around him, his thin tongue flickering out of his mouth to taste the air. It was just before dawn and the sky was still a dark azure. He lifted his head as the breeze carried the scent of a meer. He recognized that scent.... Continue Reading →
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