Times of Old: Prologue
Sylina McArthur sighed as she stared at her journal, inkwell and quill nearby. The young dragoness had decided to spend some of her hard earned money to get herself a journal, it being hard to afford one as a tavern girl. A torch above the desk she sat...
Caretaker
Hannah sighs as she walks away from her biology class, mumbling to herself in anger. The vixen, with her long, dark ruby hair pulled up in a ponytail, was a sight to see. The vixen had a curvaceous body, her large bust testing the fabric of the uniform...