Cult Of Baphomet: Buck's Demise
Buck sat at his computer, screen illuminated his face and bare chest. Brown, buzzed, fur made the deep shadows of his body stand out pronounced in the green glow. Fingers busily tapped away as a chat window scrolled past green eyes. A sharp grumble...
He's Home
Charles sat in his kitchen and quietly read the newspaper just as he had done for the last thirty years of his life. The black nub of his tail swished back and forth as he read an article about a company he had took a chance on. His investment...
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