Diary of a Fox Slut-Part10: Reflection of Agony
Travelling on-board the coaches had met my expectations perfectly; it was boring, tedious and when the coaches were at full capacity, very uncomfortable. Thanks to countless stops I had time to refresh myself and stretch my limbs, walking amid the...
Diary of a Fox Slut-Part9: Wolf of the Past
My travels had their ups and downs, as they always do. The wolf with whom - against my better judgement - I decided to travel, turned out to be a very good companion, even if having him at my side the entire journey was tiresome. I had wished to be...
Diary of a Fox Slut-Part8: Dancing in the Rain
My new companion is softly snoring next to me, giving me ample time to lose myself in these pages. I'd rather not write when he's awake; he would surely want to read the diary. I don't trust him enough to let him do that yet. The idea of him flipping...
Diary of a Fox Slut-Part18: Wolf Soup
The rough surface of the marble statue grazed against my fingertips as I inspected its curves. It was a close replica of the original statues built in the honour of the vixen goddess Tanith, a woman of legendary qualities that was nicked the patroness...
Diary of a Fox Slut-Part19: Silhouette of Gods
Frozen blood, endless walking, and icicles hanging from Amand's nose. That is all I remember of our month of trying to crawl across Kordonian mountains and get further north-west, into the uncharted lands of dread and mystery. And we found plenty of...