Treading Chapter 8 - Registration
It's only now that i notice a foxen cameraman from the news focusing on me. i feel more than a little exposed and look to the other three. "uhh..." motley looks around, then reaches for the box of snacks we brought.
Pietas
"a foxen barbarian slave turned writer. what kinds of secrets have you recorded here, ionius?" he's joking, i can see it in his face but i still find myself blushing. i know he can't read or write; few could.
Lightning - 1 - Trip to the Fair
Sam squealed, one part tears and four parts foxen shrieking. the ruckus made trevor flinch and tuck his tail, teeth gritted, any semblance of remaining lust completely obliterated. "it was hot under that bush and i fell asleep," he lied.
Chasing the Unicorn - PART 5: BY BLOOD AND BY DEED
Bartholomus awoke to the sunlight streaming through the small window of Naima's wagon, he dragged himself from the cot, forced to hunch his frame in the small space — how Naima and Rashid shared this was beyond him, but he imagined love solved a great...