Red Winter Wandering (Pt. 3)
The snow had laid thick while Bishop was sleeping. After the cover of the roof was left behind, he was already wading through the damnable coldness up to his thighs, and his winter coat just wasn't good enough to keep him warm like he'd hoped. The...
Red Winter Wandering (Pt. 2)
Bishop awoke with a gasp, lungs heaving against the cold air as he fought for breath. His thoat ached with dryness and his little black nose stung with the chill of the air as he sat up from the bed he'd fallen back upon. The first thing he noticed was...
Red Winter Wandering (Pt. 1)
The soft thump and clink of silvery shells in the snow barely broke the sound of the storm outside, faint wisps of steam rising up from where the shells melted into their resting place in the cold. A hand fumbled in its ragged glove against a jacket...