A Question of Intimacy

A Question of Intimacy The knock at the door was so tentative that Graaz, rousing from his light doze on the couch, wasn't entirely sure he'd heard it. He shifted slightly, his ears pivoting to fine-tune the input, the tip of his tail flicking a...

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Solstice

The longest day of the year also has the shortest night. Strange, you'd think, that it should affect me so much at this time, because the legend has it that we only come out at night, usually full moon nights. But so much of the legend is wrong. Most...

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Homecoming

The state highway wove gently through miles and miles of incredible foliage, even for so late in the year. Many trees had lost leaves, but not all, and many of the leaves - yellow, gold, brown, red, purple, orange - were piled up in huge heaps along...

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Night's Good Night

Setting the stylus aside, the young tiger grunted as he flexed his forepaw carefully. He'd been at it for a little too long today, and even though the art commissions were doing well for him these days, he knew that he should take a break from them...

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The Punishment, Part 3

Kevin sat a upon a stool near a bar-like countertop, watching Fannar move expertly about the kitchen, preparing several dishes simultaneously. The little white wolf had come to wake him perhaps twenty minutes ago, giving him time to don his new...

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The Punishment, Part 2

The large outdoor mall celebrated the arrival of new spring fruits and vegetables by becoming a virtual farmer's market, with temporary stalls and swiftly erected tents supplementing the shops and buildings long established in this section of town....

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The Punishment, Part 1

The bar was only half full that evening, which was more than enough to ensure that its patrons were enjoying themselves. Pool tables were occupied, but not overcrowded; spaces at the bar ensured that one could get whatever libation might be desired,...

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White Nights

_For Gabriel Clyde and Seth Drake, who know all too well_ The tall white Borzoi sat at his midnight table outside the café, enjoying the strange and magical sensations of the fragile light all around him. It was and it was not like twilight; it...

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Squirrely's Nuts

**(Read the above, or this won't be nearly as much fun)** So here's the transcript of our bit of bawdy roleplay, as I tell the hoss a bedtime story... Gabriel Clyde: hehehi wuff Gabriel Clyde: sleepy stallion abut to go to bed Gabriel Clyde: how's...

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Found Time

"The only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes." --Marcel Proust,_À la recherche du temps perdu_ "Right on time, Zachary. Please come in." The great crimson dragon welcomed the young Akita...

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Restless Spirits

_"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." -- George Santayana_ _"I've got news for Mr. Santayana: We're doomed to repeat the past no matter what. That's what it is to be alive." -- Kurt Vonnegut_ "Can I help you?" The...

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The Desperate Hours

The large, powerful lion looked through the observation window into the hospital room beyond, his forepaw clenched desperately into a fist pressed against the glass, his face caught somewhere between terror and rage. The body in the bed beyond lay...

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