"Well, hello there." "God, here we go again." "So no game night this week?" "He's never faced reality a day in his life, has he?" "I can't believe he said that..." "You keep ignoring us." "He never stops whining." "I only wanted one thing." "What a failure. It's just sad now." "To his own sister..." …
No Goodbyes
A man, not terribly old, but weathered as an oak on a high cliff, stepped into a long, sterile hallway. He was set broadly in his shoulders, though was not especially tall. His features were hard, but not severe, his face set in caution and confusion, but not aggression. From behind him a bright and …
The Little Things
"Mister, Mister Simberthawn?" Mouse bounced up to Ishmael as he reclined against a sturdy oak tree in the warm glow of the campfire. He looked up from his book and set it down. "Yes, little one? Whatever is the matter?" Ishmael's slate gray skin almost looked like polished granite in the dim, flickering light, and …
FebuWhump Day 6: Hypothermia
A white expanse of wind-ravaged ice and stygian hell was disturbed by a heavy mass striking it with meteoric impact. Protected by prayers answered by her pantheon of gods, Bryn rose shakily from the snowdrift she had created by her landing, and promptly collapsed back into the shifting white sand-like powder around her. Pain arced …
FebuWhump Day 5: “Let Me See”
The station rattled under the force of another bombardment, signaling the start of another long shift for everyone aboard. The med bay was no exception, and Doctor Bucephalus Canon eased another trauma patient onto a table. A quick scan of the soldier's chip revealed key information that Doctor Canon would certainly need to keep this …
FebuWhump Day 4: Nightmares
"Damn, another draw..." Carp lamented, pulling the blade of his sword away from Sylhea's throat. In turn, she took her own blade away from his. "Maybe one day I'll beat you, Miss Halfhorn." "You don't have to beat me, Carp," Sylhea chuckled, sheathing her sword at her belt. Her armor, though of blackened steel, gleamed …
FebuWhump Day 3: Blood Loss
The bulkhead slammed shut, and the locking wheel turned with a heavy and final thunk that echoed into silence through the metal shells of the colossal ship around Alistor Crestmont. As his hands came away from the steel lock he left red smears in the grime-streaked and time-worn paint upon it. His staff clattered to …
FebuWhump Day 2: Failed Rescue Attempt
Lyone slammed the last standing knight roughly against the stone wall of the keep, pressing the upper rim of his shield against the soft flesh under the knight's chin to force his head up and back. The knight had been disarmed and beaten, and though his gaze was forced somewhat upward, he was able to …
FebuWhump Day 1: Head Wound
Cross lounged on a low, sturdy branch on one of the trees in the courtyard of Craven Academy. Below him, reading one of his books like a nerd, was his boo, Henry, and before him was the headmistress herself, a woman they knew only as Alpha. Her sharp, business-like attire contrasted sharply with Henry's quiet …
Why do You Cry?
The Raven soared as she loved to, high above the boughs of the dormant woods caught in the torpor of cold far below.
The Eye of the Pendragon 