"No Mercy"
\*The doors to the colloseum Swing open slowly, groaning at the movement as a cloaked figure walked in. His black muzzle could be seen facing downwards as he stepped into the colloseum, foot-paws shining a glossy black as His steps produced no...
Poem: descent into madness
This is a piece of poetry i wrote once while depressed, if i get enough feedback i might consider uploading my other poetry as well, and dont worry none of them are as moody as this one, im more of a love poem writer :P I lay in bed another sleepless...
My Story
The Group of regulars looked over at the wolf, sat in the corner of the tavern, wih his feet crossed upon the table, his upper body concealed in shadows, and the midnight blue tips of his otherwise jet black fur relecting the light. "He's been coming...