Wanderings and Murder - Chapter 2
The landscape beneath me barely changed over the long hours flapping in the dead air; I might've thought I was flying in circles if it hadn't been for the growing stench. I didn't know what to call any of the foul, acidic smells that came to clog the...
Wanderings and Murder - Chapter 1
I felt hard dirt underneath me, pressing into the contours of my body so hard they might bruise. The frozen ground was too hard to mould to my shape, and the worsening stiffness in my back and wings was making that obvious. There was a gust of wind....