The Spoils Of War
God, he hated days like this. The otter walked slowly away from the stark white church behind him, ripping off the upper half of his uniform that was splattered in blood. It was 1862, right in the middle of the Civil War, and...
Money : Prologue
Hey, thanks for clicking. This is a prologue to a story series I'll be writing, a story of a young fur who's exposed to the harsh realities of the true world and his fight to keep sane and true to himself in the hell that he's in. As this...