Lost in a familiar place.
Steam rose from his cup; a brown cup stylized with a mural-esque image of animals you could find on a savannah. Lions, tigers, but no bears, alas. The top was removed, and a beige layer of foam sat on the top. He'd seen videos and what not of artists...
Winter's Palisade: Chapter One
Lying in a disturbed patch of snow, curled up against a nearby tree as the twisted wreckage of a car sat smoldering nearby is a slim wolf, in his early twenties. He sat motionless, the heavy flakes of snow falling around him being the only source of...