FLESH FUR AND ALABASTER BONE : 000 : PROLOGUE
War drums filled the air of the craggy shoreline and misty fields of the Neck with their slow, pulsed, paced, beat. The beating drums made Targus' taupe-and-auburn fur bristle, more than the sticky sea breeze that slicked his fur and carried the...
FLESH FUR AND ALABASTER BONE : 001.0 : TARGUS GAUFF
"Hey, hey!" Fingers clicked from the edge of the void. Targus' eyes fluttered half-open as all sensation returned in force. The drums had vanished, leaving a throbbing ache in his chest and what felt like a hammer to the head. A white canvas stirred...