[Commission] Sticky Situations and Irrefusable Offers
In the humid darkness, a low groan of pain sounded out. The diminutive figure slumped against the wall shifted as it stirred from unconsciousness into hazy half-awareness. Its eyes blinked open, one a dark amber color while the other was rendered a...
[Commission] Not the Flame, But the Spark - Chapter 2
Judy sighed. Nick sighed. Nox sighed. The questioning had been a wash. It had started well enough, especially with the bunny leading the proceedings; though both the fox and the liger got more than a few cautious glances and uncomfortable rictus...
[Commission] Branching Out - Networking
The late afternoon sun filtered through the leaves above, casting dancing patterns onto the grass below. The breeze was fresh and clean, with the slightest hint of sea-salt and apples. Butterflies, gnats, and even a few dragonflies darted through the...
[Commission] Rising Star Fallen: Part 1 - Recruitment
He could hear the roaring of the crowd on the other side of the rusted steel door. He could feel the vibrations in his spine through the cold concrete bricks against his back. He could taste the electricity in the air, thrumming on his tongue and...
[Commission] Filled and Fulfilled
Devon tapped his hooves against the tile floor, ignoring the chatter which filled the fast-food join as he took a deep breath in and then out. He looked from the entrance of the restaurant down to the phone in his hand, checking the time: three o' two....
[Commission] Branching Out - A New Business Model
Far below the tiny plane, its shadow drifted upon cool blue water of the wide-open sea. Flick gazed out the window, leaning his forehead against the plastic frame as he tried to keep his nerves in check. This was it. He was doing this. The idea had...
[Commission] Getting Together - With Old Acquaintances
The car came to a halt in the driveway of the small ranch-style house, its engine idling for a moment before cutting off. The sound of the driver's-side door, and then the back door, opening and then shutting sounded out. The college-aged wolfdog...
Io and His Panoptes
His first thought upon awakening was that he'd been carried away to heaven. The dry, oppressive heat of that cave in the hinterlands was just a far-distant memory. The sounds which would stir him from slumber in the city were absent; no traffic, no...