The Gentleman
This is the final story in this three story set- I hope you've enjoyed them, and I hope they didn't disturb you too much. I enjoyed writing them and they've offered me a nice break from my current work. That said, all three of these stories are...
Ohio
I'm sure he gave a memorable sermon- my parents stared stoically at the altar, and the whole church offered prayers in her name, reassured that she sat at the right hand of the lamb himself.
Blackbird- Before
The night is cold, and I look up at the ceiling for a little bit. The wood paneling is all red and shiny in the moonlight, and I run a paw over one of my ears. I'm feeling kind of good about this, I'm feeling kind of frisky. It's the good kind of...
Every Little Piece of your Life
Three months pass... And I'm still living in the old cave, my old den, with Rifka and Sasha. Sasha recovered really nicely, and I'm teaching him to hunt now. He needs to, now that winter's coming. It's night out, and it's autumn, and it's very...
Peace Maker
In the night, I felt two warm bodies lay against me. I could hear Sasha's soft snoring against my chest, and I could feel Anechka's paws on my back like ice. It made me smile to myself as I thought about the coming dawn. Something about Anya's...
Breaker
"Fyedka was your friend." The other half reasoned. "He held you down. He marked you as his." "But he was always there. He was like a brother to you." "He burned you alive." "He didn't mean to." "He FUCKED you. Made you HIS." I...
Quiet
For a long time, it was cold. Or maybe it was a very short time? I couldn't tell. I was laying down for the longest time, and occasionally, I would hear crying, or the sound of wind blowing through the trees. I heard the sound of running water, and a...
Frail
Fyedka was a fierce looking wolf with the heart of a lamb. his frame was huge and broad, and when he ate well, his strength was unrivaled throughout the forest.
At the End of a Long String
_wolves steal sheep. foxes steal chickens. but what the hell are you? something different, man. something different._ -snarl _ **i** _ i gagged a little bit, yanked practically off my feet. "where're you goin'?"
Destroyer Destroyer
Claimer: This is the end of this sordid tale. A _Requiem for a Gentleman_, you could say. Anyone can read this. I encourage people to puzzle out what this story meant, and what actually happened before I post the epilogue, which will explain...
Beatus Vir
This evening, however, it was as if the moon was piercing the night itself, and the night, in retaliation, was twisting and squirming- bleating like a hurt lamb with peals of far-off thunder and wild shots of lightning.
Charlie Freak
Mason was looking at him like a blind sheep, completely unseeing. this kid deserves it! he wants it! look at his eyes! all of ian's kids wanted it, and all of them deserved it for looking like that.