“You’ll serve me no matter what happens. If I come back defeated, and the witches sorcery has driven you mad, I’ll grab you by the hair and drag you into the north to rut still.” A dark warlord. A middle aged handmaiden. A stubborn princess. The warlord has plans for...
The world is a wasteland. Viles -- humans warped into mindless monsters driven by rage -- roam the tortured and nuked land. Alex is a sheltered 'bunker babe', born and raised safely beneath the surface of the earth. Her people are dying, and despite the horrors of the...
She couldn’t remember how long it took her to pass out, thirsty, exhausted, and--above all else--pained. But when she awoke it was with a smack of a palm against her face, “You’ve been sleeping on the job,” that now familiar, hateful voice told her. The only...
The next few hours were but a blur, though she could remember the brutish Ryzkar lifting her limply retching form up off the ground and flashes of him carrying her back to the camp in the dark of night. She jarred to consciousness inside a large command tent for a...
Even amongst the beastial charr, his own kind, Ryzkar was a large figure. His large, clawed feet thumped loudly upon the soil as he stalked away from the main camp towards his destination. He’d just seen off the party of secretive Ash cronies he commanded in his...
"What about her?" the Troll asked his tiny, elven companion, who responded by quirking a brow and sticking out her tongue. "Are you serious? Look at her! Hardly attractive at all," she pouted, staring up at his outlined form. The two stood, stealthed and hiding in the...
Trigger Warning Kaesa, a.k.a. Sunia Frostwhisper, growled angrily, rubbing the developing bruise on the side of her head. She was naked, on a cold rock floor but for a centaur rug, a tiny mattress beside her, no blankets or pillows to be found. The tiny elf looked...
Amarice walked along the bridge out of Stormwind, her head hung low. Her little reading turned out to have the opposite effect on her than what she hoped. She'd hoped it would clear her mind and heart, help get Marasy from her thoughts. Instead it made her chest swell...
Grot shielded his eyes from the blinding sun with his hand. Squinting tightly he scanned the sandy Tanaris terrain until the silhouette of his armour clad Kali filled his view. Beneath her feet lay the corpse of the dead basilisk, in her plated hand she held its...