Deceptive Domination
The soft, fresh snow crunched under Michael's boots, his breath foggy in the cold forest air. His medium-length black hair was frozen at the tips, his own breath freezing on his short facial hair. He was tall and slightly muscled, though not bulky or...
Thief's Folly
"There!" A voice shouted, as a Liepard dashed down a Mystery Dungeon's corridor, panting loudly. An old explorer's bag with a rusty badge beat at his side as he rushed through the dungeon, and a tuft of hair on his head bobbed a little as he...