Dylathenius stepped back several paces as he heard the massive doors groan as they were opened, unable to stop the surge of pure awe that struck him as the Chief stepped outside, followed by another male centaur that he assumed to be a bodyguard of some sort. He dropped to one knee as he was...
Dylathenius Blackstone dismounted from his chestnut steed Agro, his armor clanking and making a small ruckus as he landed in the tall, thick grass covering the meadow in the middle of Mammaley, patting the stallion's head and leading it to a fallen tree nearby, making sure he could reach the...
Thomas had been out late after visiting his grandparents’ farm twenty miles outside of town one record-low November night, and was forced to trek home on foot since he had failed to put antifreeze in his car before leaving the quaint little town he called home. It was a dark night in the foggy...