Quinn
Quinn's wrists ached from the sun-heated steel shackles. His neck was raw, and fur matted from the heavy iron collar, his tongue was dry and cracked from thirst, and he could barely see out of his left eye, as the swelling had only just begun to go...
Pyrrhi
Gold bracelets jangled on Pyrrhi's wrists as he leapt into a spin, twisting his arms aloft to send a red silk cloth twirling about him, the candlelight catching in its sheen. His orange sarong spread as he swayed, gold chains chiming off his waist with...
Firedancer 3: the Lesson
Pyrrhi awoke with a start as sunlight quickly flooded the room. His paw shifted up to rest over his chest, the familiar thud of his heart seeming to travel up to his sensitive ears. "It's Midday." Rana's voice called from near the previously draped...
Firedancer 4: training
"Wake up, Savage." Quinn startled awake at the words, and a sharp nudge in his sore ribs. He sat in the back of a large cart made of iron and wood, drawn by a pair of feral horses. Peering out through the bars of the cart, he had to squint against the...