Fallout Equestria: Six Claws in the Sand
Clip. Clop. Clip. Clop. The sound of shuffling echo down the tattered remnents of the third floor of the 'Fflo. Each step creaks badly battered floorboards, while ancient, faded carpet does little to muffle the sound of oncoming steps. Motes...
Of Skies and Storms; and the Rite of Open Blossoms
**Of Skies and Storms, and the Rite of Orchids Young eyes gazed into burning embers, and took deep a breath of the coming day. Young eyes, no younger than fifteen summers, stared upon the crackling hearth and rose a smile upon her lips. The fire...