Freelancer
I sit back and glare sullenly at the computer screen, finding myself confined to my lair...again. I'd tried to tell them it wasn't my fault, that I was simply in heat at the time and my abilities were a little off, but my foster father simply replied...
Freelancer
Windchaser growls softly to himself and paces back and forth across the bridge of his salvage ship, the Technomancer, restlessly, whining softly through his long, narrow muzzle while wringing his wings in frustration, the three long, delicate...
Candlelight Special
Ring ring ring ring ring. That was all that phone ever did. Was ring. It was annoying. It made Isis want to rip it right out of the wall sometimes. She tapped her pencil against the hard plastic that made up the desk of her drab grey cubicle. Her...
Blacklight Special
BlackLight Special Sasha hopped up and down on the brick wall at the King's Cross train station excitedly, her entire body jingling. Her dark black fur was the perfect contrast to her bright candy colored clothing. She wore a vibrant day-glow red...