Alliance
Nyman played with his hooved fingers on top of the smooth oaken table. He tried to improvise a nice rhythm to his tune, but it was chaotic, and his makeshift drum was meant to hold plates, cups, saucers and cutlery, not make music. It appeared to...
Wild Moon
The animal knew. I timed my movements with the fresh breeze. The rustle of the yellowing thicket buried me as I slid among the branches, blanketed in shadows. I peeked through the wall of leaves. From a small clearing on a minuscule hilltop, the buck...