Heavy Consequences [Commission]
The buzzing evening serenade of a large choir of grasshoppers permeated the dimming late summer eve, accompanying the gentle rustling of long stalks of golden wheat that swayed in the breeze. The scent of fresh soil, dust, and cow dung floated in the...
Scribe Seat [Commission]
“Kyron! Kyron! Where are you?” The young, black wolf could hear the booming voice of a grown Holsteiner stallion getting carried into his chamber, where he was diligently working at his desk, making a copy of a recent botany book. The equine voice,...
An Early Christmas, Part 3
"i am not that hung- (rider's stomach growls, and he suddenly grabs a hold of it instead). clyde lets out a bearish laugh. "hahaha! well well well, looks like we may need to make seconds.
Alice: Insane Stallions
The big rider snarled. “we don't eat people, but there are those that pay plenty of scrip for the white-pig meat.” “if you are alive,” jeremy announced aloud. “and behaves well, you will be sent to the scavenging posts or the brothels!