Tales from Salamandastron: The Patrol
The Spring Season had only just begun to properly settle over the western shores of Mossflower Country, and yet already the fair, salty winds coming in off of the coast had adopted that pleasant sort of warmth which heralded the return of clearer skies...
Tyrant's Conquest
"_Tyrant_? Now that's some kinky shit right there. And you said he's just a cub?" The buffalo uttered a gruff snort as he pulled his sweaty tank-top over his horns and tossed it aside towards the locker room's laundry bin. His companion- an older...
Basalt and His Hunt
With his long work at last completed, Dolmen finally stood aside to look over the fruits of his labor. He'd spent the whole evening finishing his repairs on their old, handmade dresser, fixing the damage that Basalt's tail had dealt it back in the...
Basalt and His Prey
Dolmen looked up from his book as the clean flatland breeze swept over him, and he paused his reading to take a deep, fulfilling lungful of the chilled air. He held the breath in his chest- noting the subtle hint of basilisk musk in the taste- and...
No Wings Can Take Me Far Enough
_It's cold._ Winter was late upon the land, and the proud, southern slopes of the Breran mountains once again found their heights graced by a dusting of soft, powdery snow. It fell in delicate sheets upon the rich, dark soil of the low-lying valleys,...
The Fire In Her
* * * It was the heat that finally woke Teleros. Brutal and all-encompassing, it crowded into the corners of the young dragon's unconscious mind, scorching his dreams, and charring the half-formed thoughts that were beginning to take shape within....
Human Custom
The bitter month of January was once again upon the land, and a frigid rain fell over the old forest of Paimpont. It was an ancient wood, storied and venerable. Broadleaved oaks and towering, red-dressed beeches stood in quiet sentinel over the...
Come Inside
* * * _I am going to come inside._ There was nothing else to the letter. No return address, no stamps or postage. Hugo had examined both the letter and its envelope from every conceivable angle, and yet he could find no further messages, nor any...
The Warmth of a Slave
* * * Deep within the isolated mountain ranges of Gran, and beyond the windswept pines which marked the barbarian lands of Kaal, the duchy of Fales stood obstinately as the longest winter in memory rolled across its countryside. Day after...
The Ring
The office was tidier than he'd expected it to be, which still wasn't saying much considering that it was regularly inhabited by, of all things, a rat. A few stacks of neatly organized paperwork- much like what the aforementioned rat labored over now-...
Never Give (Him) Up
* * * There is no morning in space. Nevertheless, as a convenience for those who were accustomed to the familiar measures of time, it'd become standard practice for all modern starships to come equipped with meters for Cornerian time-zones. Thus, as...
The Unexamined Ass Is Not Worth Having
* * * It was supposed to be a nice, quiet shower. Alone in the privacy of the abandoned athletics building, with the wide, tiled spaces all for myself... well, that idea kicked the proverbial bucket the moment I heard the locker-room door swing open...