Concerning Bucks and Bacchanal
Kei Miller It was two weeks after Carnival was done and dusted away that the buck appeared. And I...
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Category: Ayanna G. Lloyd
Nothing the Forest Raises is a Monster
Shelagh paused in mid-flight, her belly low to the ground, talons gripping the softened earth. She sniffed the air: Blood and iron. There, just there. The next turn. She’d find her at the next turn in the path. The warm wet pounded in her belly, down her thighs. Her ears pricked up, catching the edges of a small voice, calling, urging her on:
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