Cyr1l
Success wears Benjamin Franklin's name and comes in groups of fifty. That's my fee, 5k, cash on completion. The characteristic, deliberate smile that creases my muzzle as funds change paws is more a testament a job well done then to the excess cash...
Castor
I think it was the gentle rise and fall of his chest that woke me. Sun filtered into my bedroom through the faulty lampshades that I had as of yet not gotten around to replacing. The light played patterns across the dark fur of the fox I held against...
Drowning
**Cyril** When he comes my first thought is: Holy shit! I'm too busy swallowing to have a second thought. Someone makes a disgusted sound outside of our bathroom stall, and I hear a door slam. I hear it because I'm paying attention. You see this...
Gently into the Night
**Castor** The breeze that ruffles my fur sends tingles down my spine and tightens my throat in fear. It heralds the end, my end anyway. I don't want to die. I know that I've done nothing wrong, but I can't think of any other reason for them to take...