Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Flower
Mallory crashed through the thick foliage of the jungle with reckless abandon. She didn't know where she was, where she was going, or even where exactly she was coming from, but she knew she had to get away from it. The tip she had gotten at a local...
A Poor Mirror
Mallory had never hated her own face as much as she did right now. Perfectly illuminated by studio lights, touched up by real makeup and digitally post-processed effects alike, it was truly flawless on that poster. Not a single red hair out of place...
Dethroned
Mallory squirmed forward to get more of that morning sun on her soft fur. Never before had the throne room been bathed in this much warm sunlight, but the intricate stained glass that had filtered it for so many years was now shattered like the weapons...