The Wanderer
They called him the Wanderer. The furs who dared to venture out often saw him walking down the abandoned highways or traversing the endless, dusty plains in the country. The Wanderer was a Coyote. Tall, thin and fulvous. He did not belong to any clan...
The Day the Music Died
Daniel was a handsome Foxhound, my first love in fact. I was a smaller and skinny looking Border Collie, which marked me out given the typical athletic stature of my breed. Yet Daniel always made me feel confident and happy. I remember it was a...
The Past is Another Country: Chapter Five
_The wolf cub awoke with a start. There were furs talking loudly downstairs followed by a funny noise. He sat up and eased himself out of bed, glancing around his bedroom. The moonlight spilled in through a gap in the curtains. The cub's large stuffed...
Chasing the Horizon: Chapter Three
Diego and Spike had cleared the city limits and were tearing down Interstate 15 towards the Mojave National Preserve. The Mustang's engine roared whenever Diego pressed down on the gas pedal, causing the fur on the back of Spike's neck to stand on end....
The Past is Another Country: Chapter Four
The horse dragged Marcus down the corridor by the scruff of his neck. Up ahead, the two bulls from the main entrance were waiting with the female ermine "That's the urchin who stole my ticket" she said, narrowing her eyes "Don't worry madam, we'll...
Chasing the Horizon: Chapter Two
Spike led Diego into the apartment's living room and sat down "So, what do you want to tell me?" He asked Diego took a seat on the couch and gazed at the floor. He was still wearing his gym clothes from that morning and Spike could make out Diego's...
Chasing the Horizon
Diego Faust looked at his naked reflection in the mirror as he stretched out and flexed his muscles. He was a tall, handsome and toned Doberman Pinscher with cropped ears and a sleek black and tan coat. All the female furs he knew had a crush on him,...
The Past in Another Country: Chapter Three
Marcus was jolted awake as Harry's Jaguar hit a rut in the road. He glanced out the window and saw that it was still dark outside "We're almost there" Harry explained as they rounded a corner. The headlights picked out a neat and expensive looking...
Raging Skies
The pale blue sky stretched off into the horizon, blending into the sparkling grey water of the English Channel. High above, Reggie Atwell gazed over the sight from inside the glass cockpit of his Spitfire. His eyes were fixed in a determined...
The Past is Another Country: Chapter Two
Marcus shivered in the cold afternoon air as he stepped out of the taxi. He had dressed in shorts and a thin hoodie for the flight, and despite his luscious fur, he felt frozen having become accustomed to a warmer climate. He glanced up and down the...
The Past is Another Country: Chapter One
_The house sat at the end of a forlorn stretch of road. It was constructed from white-washed wood, but the salty air and spray from the sea had severely weathered it. A couple of tattered, unrecognisable flags were flapping from a pole on the roof....
Falling from Grace- Part II
I awoke the following morning and ate in the breakfast room with Arabella and Samuel. I could see work-furs, mostly Pitbulls and Mastiffs, walking past the window. There was no sign of Ted. The breakfast room was in the part of the house being...