Usadamon

Sickness never lasted more than a few days for Moyo, but now his fever was so high he could barely get a wink of sleep as his body ached and his head pulsed painfully. Moyo tossed around in his bed of straws and tried to get comfortable, but the throbbing in his head continued. He’d drunk so much water that his belly felt like it was about to burst, yet the dull, hammering headache still wouldn’t go away. Sleep. That’s what he needed. He would feel better in the morning. He finally found a position that didn’t hurt as much, and his exhaustion took over. He was about to slip into unconsciousness when a high-pitched whine reached his ears, and Moyo was dragged from the brink of sleep to the waking world. He tried to ignore it and go back to his slumber, but the whines persisted, piercing his ears, and pulling him further away from his long-awaited rest. The sweet, blissful darkness receded, and his senses sharpened as his ears pricked up as if pulled by strings. Moyo blinked and was

From above the bog looked peaceful, with wide banks of fog rolling over the murky water. Fen folded his wings and made his descent, landing heavily in a pond. Peach and Rime landed nearby with a flapping of wings and excited caws. He tucked his wings and clambered onto a small island as the ripples lapped its muddy banks, casting a wary look over the desolate landscape that was the Witches’ Bog. It was a sad place, with a few sickly trees and a few, damp stretches of muddy ground sticking out of the stagnant water. Patches of algae floated just below the surface, making it difficult to see what swam below. The musky smell of rotting wood hung in the air and the mist hung so heavy Fen could barely see twenty feet ahead. Occasionally, a frog’s croak would pierce the mist, as insects buzzed around the hollows, but apart from that, the place was devoid of life. A loud splash to his side made Fen start, but it was just Rime playing with a puddle, sticking her hands in to see if she

She flew over the ground, the short trees a blur of green beneath her. She squinted her eyes as the winds blew into her. Rime stretched her wings and rolled, feeling the force of the wind thrumming against her, feeling the strength of her body that could change direction with one flick of her wingtip. She loved this feeling. The ground started to slope downwards, and Rime put herself into a shallow dive, picking up even more speed. The landscape became a blur of brown and green. The bushes and hedges gave way to grass. The wind howled in her ears. Almost there… The grass gave way to stone, and suddenly there was nothing below her but air and the infinite, deep blue sea frothing below her. Rime yelped in delight and flew high into the grey sky, looping around, stretching her black wings, and drawing circles in the grey sky before turning back to the shore. The dark waters crashed into the cliffs, sending long plumes of spray hundreds of feet into the light grey sky. Rime squinted

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Ten-ni’s heart throbbed in his chest as his feet crunched over the dry grass littering the ground. It was like this before every hunt. Ten’s whole body was thrumming with silent energy, his limbs were supple and warm, ready to spring into action at the smallest hint of danger. He had been in this state for a day, and he longed to be able to sprint as fast as he could, to stretch his legs instead of keeping them cramped in this agonizingly slow crawl. But for now, he had to be patient. The thrill of the hunt was preceded by hours of waiting, stalking, prowling carefully through the savannah’s dry landscape, hoping to catch a glimpse of something worth chasing. Any mistake would cost them their next meal. His vision was sharp. Every bush, every blade of grass, every lonely tree was clear in front of him, and yet, he still couldn’t spot anything. He and his friend Allur hadn’t spotted anything for days, and their stomachs were starting to cramp with hunger, and his focus slipped at

A tug on his harness told Plum it was time to move. His handler, a thin, athletic woman, walked before him, his reins in her hands. People moved out of the way as handler and Kise walked through the market stalls, the constant chatter of people filling the air. A few hands touched Plum’s flanks, some even tugged at his saddle or reins, but he was used to it, and kept facing forward. The winding path would lead them both to the armory, where Plum would be fitted with new chainmail and gambeson, a rite he knew all too well, and that repeated itself almost ritualistically after every battle. Plum let him mind wander as he let his handler take him to the shop, his eyes darting over the shiny trinkets and delicious fruits than hung from every stall, but he knew better than to steal. They had almost arrived at their destination when a commotion caught Plum’s eye, and he stopped. His handler gave a sigh and tugged at his reins with more force, but Plum didn’t want to budge. In the other