Embracing the Field (Part 1 of 2)
This is a story written by request of user frostofthecwsw; he asked to be in a story of mine and I had quite the "in." Thanks to him for giving me a reason to actually get it typed up. This is, as the title indicates, the first of two parts; the next...
Ch. 5 - Discovery
Haden Draw was the most feared gang leader of his area of China. He had more than his fair share of children from far more than his fair share of women and girls. The blood of a hundred men soaked his hands, and their wealth lined his pockets. He had...
Ch. 3 - Transiency
Boring. Always. Boring. I was not always furred. I actually began life as a human being - pale skin, head hair the only (visible) hair, no muzzle. Brown eyes, brown hair, skinny arms and legs, moderately tall; nothing deserving of more than a...
Scene I: To Commence (Starfox)
THIS IS NOT A STARFOX FANFIC. Phew, got that out of my system. Bonus awesome points to you if you figure out the nickname before you read my character's explanation. _Completely_ breaking out of the flow of things, this is available for _all_...
Phase
A/N: this is not in chronological order. You have been warned. --- I heard him singing and suddenly knew intimately from where seraphs received inspiration. He was standing at the precipice of the building we had climbed, positioned to project,...
Empty the Sieve
"You live in the world, Damien. Spirit-child." "What does that _mea-!"_ "in the world" "in the the world" "in the" "world in" "in the world world" "in in the world" "world" "in the world" "the world" "in the world, Damien" "in the" "Damien" ...
Survival, Chapter 1: Acorn Paste, Honey, and an Egg
"Of course I kept my name. I won't forget the way we live. So many of us die that they just number us," said Shalai's Fifth. The Sighing Hex sighed. "I know." Fifth glowered at him. "Does it annoy you, that the way your people slaughter and eat mine...
Empty and Pouring In: Third Movement
Unseen, unfelt, the cavern still breathes. Wind rushes whispering giggles through its maw, then pushes itself back out. Somewhere in the depths of it, water drips and then pools, sucked from the very air into the stone and then into the lichens...
Empty, and Rippling - an Interlude
How can it be constant? When Damien breathes, he can feel the pauses too clearly. Breathing _isn't_ constant, when you think about it. It's full of starts and stops, and shuddering gasps, and sighs, and increases and decreases in tempo... he can hear...
Like Animals - a Vignette
He jumped up away from me and shouted, "No! I hate you! I hate everyone, I hate everything! There's... there's nothing! There's nothing, anywhere, everywhere. We're on a floating blue dot spinning towards the only horizon there is, and that is the...
A man with a stag's head (part 5/?)
El started calling me “woof paws” because I couldn’t convince her black wolves are super rare and usually have white spots around their lips. Also because she took sadistic glee in calling me by a name that made sense to no one else, because they...
Skyscrapers
This is written mostly for me, partially for Laine, and entirely for the sake of the characters and philosophies contained herein. It probably will not make sense on the first reading. Laine is © Laine\_Mathis Siber is © me Quixar is --- ...