"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 …
Category: Horror Maybe
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 …
Jackie
I never really liked cats. At least until this one came along...
The Eye of the Pendragon 