The cold from the packed earth below me pushed up to mix with the bitter corruption pushing through my flesh. Many hands rushed over me and questions flew through the air around me like crossbow bolts, but they never seemed to land. One question managed to slip through the fog.  “That’s a lot of blood, are you hurt anywhere else?” “It’s not… mine…” I mutter as pain wells in my chest and hot tears push past the corners of my eyes.  It all happened so fast. Mousse had stepped away from me, but...

Long ago when Koshka but kitten Koshka live in little village called Hauga in Norse Lands. Food in Hauga very bland, mostly fish, little vegetable. Koshka parents try very hard but food always lacking. Koshka remember sitting in tiny shack with many many brother and sister as Miit try to make Hauga food good. Koshka still remember smell of herb and fish in air as Koshka and siblings play. Was fun, but Koshka want more.  When Koshka meet Cass we go off to trade in many place. We make way way...

TresLeches Gren lowered Poprock Gren to the ground, blood pouring from her neck as her hands tried in futility to keep it from flowing. Her eyes locked on him in confusion and horror. He lowered her repeating “I’m sorry, Poprock! I’m sorry, Poprock!” TresLeches didn’t know why, but after she had jumped on the Baroness he took Poprock’s knife from her and cut her throat with it. Now he sat above her, wondering what was going on. His mind tuned out the screams and cries going on around him, and...