Berserker [Story / Werebear]
Blackened flakes rose into the air, carried on the updrafts of the fires that consumed thatched roofs and simple wooden walls. They fell back, gathering before swirling in the wind like a grotesque black river winding through the sky. Screams filled...
Slave Investigations
His name was arty stu, owner of the illicit ring they were targeting and he looked up from stroking the shebear's gagged muzzle. he was bared entirely, having been tempted to get some time in with etna while they waited.