Adventure
Horde v. Hoard
Horde of Hounds The sun sparkled unusually bright and brassy as it began to set over the shimmering desert. Almost as if a piece of metallic confetti was dancing in front of it, catching the light. Orcs are too myopic to notice subtleties like that, though, so the horde marched on without giving it any thought whatsoever.
By Sarah Rosanna Busch3 years ago in Fiction
Deeper into the forest
As she continued to bask in the watery winter sunshine, Elha the she-wolf, rested. For some time, she slumbered, half asleep but alert to any change in sounds or scents. She was vaguely aware of the sound of crows squabbling and of the tall trees creaking and rustling in the winter breeze. The sun was falling in the sky and dipping toward the horizon. The late winter dusk gathered as the cold surrounded her and spurred her into action. She could rest no longer, dreams or no dreams. She must move on.
By Raymond G. Taylor3 years ago in Fiction
The Discarded
In the early hours of the morning, distinct sounds of huffing and puffing were heard across the valley. Within the nearby forest, a large scaled dragon with bright red wings tucked by her side made her way methodologically amongst the fallen leaves. The air was crisp while she shuffled searching for something important. Today, on the seventh day of frost, like each year before, she found what she was looking for.
By E.M Simond3 years ago in Fiction
