Baxley meets Lyra
Lyra doesn't belong to me she belongs to the very talented artist tigressofkarma. baxley meets her and they end up getting into a little trouble. baxley was in his feral form running from three hunters in the forest.
The Story of Aarya
Chapter 1: The breeze of fall gently swept through the hills, carrying the scent of crisp leaves and a light chill. Nestled in these hills, a small but bustling town took its roots and flourished. The houses were mostly similar in design,...
Orphaned Memories: Part 4
Chapter 5: I finally felt my lungs achning for air by the time I had reached the edge of our territory. I had forgotten to breathe. As I inhaled, I couldn't stop this suffocating feeling that reached around me and choked me into more silent sobs....
Orphaned Memories: Part 3
Chapter 4: My mind wasn't processing what my eyes were seeing right in front of me. It was Bajuu, but it wasn't. It smelled like her, like home and comfort, but it didn't look like her. My eyes widened, as though they could make sense of this more...
Orphaned Memories: Part 2
There was a scent that suddenly grabbed my attention, and fiercely commanded my fur to bristle and shake. It wasn't Bajuu, I'd know her scent anywhere. This wasn't my friends, coming to try to break this mood I was in. No. This was the scent of...
Orphaned Memories
Chapter 1: Remembering If I had to remember that day, it was always for someone else, never for myself. My ears perked and flicked at the dismal patter of the first drops of rain. I lifted myself rather abruptly, and made for my cave in the mountain...
Contrasts of Bittersweet
There's a chill in the air, Darkness is there, But my eyes see so vividly now. I shut myself in, Devoured by sin, But my lips are trembling now. If I can't breathe, And you just seethe, And my body is quivering now, Then I'm set...
From Me To You
Take this time, and take it down. Wrap it all up, like a beautiful gown. And after the storm you musn't touch. Your lips pressed together, listen and hush. If it dances and thrives, let it be, But let it go, she can't breathe. Where did...
Inverse Dissonance
These are things that happen to us. When we cannot be ourselves, Then what do we really have left? We are trapped by the burning stigmas of right and wrong. This line in the sand, can we erase it completely? As though it never existed, and start...