Gesture - Zerrif 1
#3 of gesture author's note: while the ferret bartender in this story is named zerrif, looks the same, acts the same, as is pretty much the same as the one in ardring... he's not the same. xd.
Ardring - Chapter 5
#5 of ardring he was thrown back mercilessly into the little room, slumping to the floor. he could hear a hyena laugh behind him, and he lay there, slowly curling into an undignified ball, shivering.
Ardring - Chapter 3
#3 of ardring he woke up to bright, white walls, and something spinning above him. he moaned something, trying to piece together a word or two, and only coming up with strangled sounds and vibrations in his throat.
Ardring - Chapter 1
#1 of ardring the sun shone brightly over the astaire farms, signaling that it had been morning for a while. zerrif yawned, stepping out of the backdoor of his house, avoiding stepping on chickens as they scurried by, heading to the coop.
Memoirs
For any of those other than me who care, it's set in the same world as "ardring" (which i still need to work on, gaddamit). just kind of a future vision.
Ardring - Chapter 4
#4 of ardring he woke up in a slight sweat-- having had a dream of something he really didn't want to have. something about tasers, about needles; the sheer thought of trying to remember what he actually dreamed about sent chills up his spine.
Ardring - Chapter 2
#2 of ardring as he ran through the fields, the whistling slowly got louder. it was like something ominous, a warning of sorts, pushing him to go faster. his tail whirred behind him, panicked, mad, confused, scared.
Ardring - Chapter 6
#6 of ardring the testing didn't end there. no, that was simply the beginning. in fact, all those needles were only a precursor to the things that were going to happen to him.