Engineering, Part 2

While still at the table in the Amore Bistro, I took out my common-use cell and made contact with Ignacio Santos. He seemed reluctant to meet with me again so soon, until I told him that I might have some clue about what had happened to Shelby Greiner....

, , , , , , , ,

Theo's Way

“Tristan, may I talk with you?” “Of course, Theo. What’s up?” Looking around him, the gray tabby cat’s expression showed everything from simple concern to something like fear. “Would you come to my room?” I nodded, rising from my table in the dining...

, , , , , , , , , ,

New Year's Day

Lorita, this is tristan black wolf." in these modern times, one is unsure quite what the protocols might be for greeting anyone, but perhaps particularly a spouse.

, , , , , , , , ,

Grayson 2

# Grayson 2 **Sunday, August 7, 2011** In the names of all the gods, what have I done? In one sense, I've done nothing. Nothing "bad" or "harmful" to anyone. I hadn't realized just how much I needed someone to hear me, to really hear me, and even to...

, , , , , , , , ,

Spotted

Spotted The locker door closed quietly, accompanied by a small, nearly silent sigh. The young white stoat looked carefully around himself, grateful that he didn't see any of the faces that usually meant trouble, or at least moderate discomfort. He...

, , , , , ,

Sauna

He sat on one of the benches outside of the sauna room, wrapped only in a towel, his sleek panther's body already the object of more than one salaciously raised eyebrow, crooked grin, or openly lewd wink. He had merely smiled and tried to look very...

, , , , , , , ,

Annabel Lee

The day, bright, cool, clear, was not what many would call "proper" for a funeral. It was an anomaly in this rainy spring, being the third in a string of dry days with little cloud cover. The mourners could not help but comment on how beautifully the...

, , , , , , , ,

It Takes a Skunk, Part 2

I stepped out of my car and approached the house slowly. A few uniforms were keeping the crowd at bay, and I didn't want to look either like a reporter or a...

, , , , , , , , , , , ,

The Stallion's Tale, Part 3

**_Eight Months Ago_** _BARRETT: Holy fucking hell, Gabe, I thought you knew._ The words on the Internet chat screen were left unattended as Gabriel fell back in his chair, fighting off emotions and thoughts that clawed and screamed for attention....

, , , , , ,

The Soaring Gryphon

"Hyromaq, would you please play for me?" "Of course I would, my little princess. Would you like something special?" "Would you play the windsong again?" She could hear the smile in his voice. "With pleasure." The strings came alive before her,...

, , , , , , , ,

Disclosure

When Oaknail had said "garage," he wasn't kidding. Just off the extended carport and its modest collection of vehicles, a small building stood, looking equally modest. From the outside, it appeared to be a large two-car garage that might be found in...

, , , , , , , , , , , , ,

TTYS -- Cheering Squad

With a resounding cheer, Jack and Kovu bounded into the staging area quite literally shaking their pompoms. The two males were dressed in identical cheerleader outfits, made up of poodle skirts and shirts with deep V-necks, as well as thin,...

, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,