The morning light was creeping over the land. Most creatures were still snoozing peacefully and delicate drops of dew topped every blade of grass. The only being disturbing the peace of the new day was a curious, mostly white canine centaur with short black hair that drooped in the front. He was carrying a sizeable fish. He was trotting through the mud and reeds of the river. The reeds swayed violently due to his curled tail swatting them on its path back and forth. Excitement was radiating from the canine as he thought of the predominantly white beauty he had seen the day prior. She had been fishing but her nets had come up empty. “Despite the bite marks I’m sure this will brighten her day,” Husky thought to himself happily. Zaspa was living in a tent. Her stay in the area had lasted longer than she normally liked to, but it would come to an end if her nets kept up with this bad luck. She got up from her slim padding and grabbed what she needed to start her day. Just a few things, a
[IoS] Valdar and the Viper by BoneGatherer, literature
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[IoS] Valdar and the Viper
A hulking mass of a feline centaur made his way through the trees. Most would not describe Valdar as a particularly cheery centaur, but he was feeling optimistic on this day. He had noticed some decaying stonework in the distance the day prior. It had been rough terrain through the trees and muck. It would be worth it though if he had a quiet abode of solitude to hold up in for a little while. He was standing directly underneath the semi crumpling tower now. Though much had fallen, most of the bones seemed to be in good standing. Valdar did not know much about building, especially anything on this sort of scale. However, this would not be the first time he has stayed in a ruin in a similar stage of decay. Perhaps being in those ruins then and discovering firsthand what might hold up, keeping him safe, or crumbling almost entrapping him in a sort of tomb gave him a false sense of confidence in his appraising abilities. All that lay in front of him were stones stacked on each other. No
[IoS] Finding Flowers in a Forest by BoneGatherer, literature
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[IoS] Finding Flowers in a Forest
Four centaurs of varying types and sizes stood in a loose group. They did not know each other, but they had all showed up to help a male equine named Theodros study plants for a reward, of course. Theodros had given them each a map directing them towards a general area rumored to have some unusual flowering plants as well as a journal to record any findings. After everyone got their map and journal he had informed them he did not care if they worked together or made their own way. It did not matter to him, and with that having been put out into the air he went back to his notes. Now standing alone in the group a cervine woman suddenly felt quite awkward. “Should…we perhaps introduce ourselves?” spoke the lovely cervine woman whose coat embodied a warm sunny day or else autumn leaves. She spoke mostly to break the tension, but the question was a valid one. “Possibly first names, but then we should really get to work as not to waste daylight. My name is Mio,” replied a smaller built
[IoS] A Good Day Hunting by BoneGatherer, literature
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[IoS] A Good Day Hunting
“Going out to check the traps!” Sol called to her partner, Lunaro, as she walked out the door. She did not wait for a response, because she knew he already knew she was heading out. The two cervines had settled into a nice quaint life somewhere between a large canine settlement and the Coliseum. Sol brushed her not quite shoulder length hair from her eyes. The sun was making its way to the high point of the sky meaning it was well into the morning. “Pine needles!” Sol cursed herself for getting such a late start to the day. She took a deep breath and thought, “Oh well, what am I supposed to do about it now?” She shrugged her shoulders and continued on her regular path to check the traps. There were four snares she ran periodically for small game. If there was anything bigger that needed to be hunted, she would take her bow out. The rabbits and occasional foxes were good though, they fed the steadily growing village and put wares in Lunaro’s shop. Truthfully, even though
[IoS] Bystander No More by BoneGatherer, literature
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[IoS] Bystander No More
It had only been a few days since Skol had left his friend with a capable healer. He had done his best to doctor her wounds himself, but he is no healer. At least he was self-aware. A painful sensation brought him out of his thoughts on the events of that night. He looked down only to realize his fists were clenched so tightly that his short nails were digging into the palms of his hands. He shook his head, white hair swooshing to either side attempting to catch up with the direction his face was in. It had been many days and nights since the young cervine had found himself so angry in such an uncontainable way. He had resolved himself to rectify the wrong he was witness to. He would teach Sadik to stay away from the people he cared about. There was only one issue with this more horn than brain idea. Skol was and is not built for head-on-head fighting. More for running in to assist before running back out if you will. Skol had not forgotten, but every time fear gripped
warning, this is kinda long!! it has a big set-up and transitions just to set in some context for the story. || Lichen felt the weight of uncertainty press heavily upon their heart as they looked out of the window of their home into the foggy night. It had been a week since the calamities began ravaging their beloved isle in the north. As chaos reigned, whispers spread among the cities and villages, speaking of the wrath of gods unleashed upon them. Of course, these whispers eventually reached the large ears of Lichen. They were afraid. For many years, they had ignored the darkness that they’d locked up in the back of their mind. However, all of this.. and the recent events that occurred with Sadik, Lichen was feeling unsure of themself. Lichen’s yellow eyes stared into the foggy darkness- their mind wandering to their upbringing in the cult, a dark shadow that still lingered over their soul despite their decision to break free. In this cult, rituals of sacrifice, cannibalism, and