Scales, Fur and Musk
Outside the glass panes, the sky was nearly pitch black, the roads and walkways illuminated only by the glaring light of the streetlamps, and that of the light of the still-open gym, pouring out from the windows. Inside, it was comfortingly quiet, save...
Another Night, Another Rift
The sky was pitch-black, a thick, roiling cloud cover overhead blocking out the light of the crescent moon. The air was still, humid, almost suffocatingly so. The chirping of the crickets and the rustling of the grass did little to quell the churning...