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 …
Category: Experimental
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 …
The Red Lion, the Black Sheep
Blood spilled in sin boils beneath the light of the Stain...