Kazanthi

Thursday Prompt:  On Stage      William Sganillo hastened down the long hallway, the incandescent lights overhead lending a harsh bluish cast to the white walls and a dull shine to the linoleum floor that his shoes squeaked against. The sound was unavoidable at anything passing a carefully sedate walk, especially in his new, polished black set, and it was beyond annoying.  He gritted his teeth, shoved his glasses farther up on his nose, smoothed his short white beard and fussed as his tie rumpled up beneath his lab jacket. Swiping his ID card at one of the myriad doors lining the hall, the lean ma

Thursday Prompt: The Garden     "Git y'gone, Briar," the storekeeper snarled, whiskers pulled back against his muzzle as if he'd smelled something disgusting. Black claws flashed as he jerked a broad, thick-fingered paw towards the door. The leonine's tufted tail lashed, and he curled his lips to show his worn, yellowing fangs at the undesirables who'd dared enter his shop. The cervid was bad enough, gangly frame covered with a dark grey fur that was obviously shedding, the odd white spot still visible even though a darker color was coming in beneath it. Wearing an old and washed out vest starkly lacking any House insignia, with frayed half

Thursday Prompt 3/26/09: Missing     The half-elf sat up a bit in his cell, listening as the cheering from the arena reached a fever pitch. The length of chain fastening his “roommate” to the rough-hewn stone wall rattled as the heavily built human shifted on his bed of straw, trying to get comfortable. Billed as a northern barbarian, he was chained mostly for Ryn’s benefit, or so said the handlers who had brought him in, all smiles in contrast to the sullen and glowering mountain of flesh who called himself Ulfrik. The dirty blond ‘northman’ was apparently prone to berserking over little things, and had manage

                               Thursday Prompt for 3/19/09: Door in the Mountain     It was dark. It had been dark for so long, she wasn’t sure exactly how to put a name to it. All around was the smell of cold rock, colder water, and air so still it was heavy, dragging down her whiskers as the ache of muscles long past the burning stage of exhaustion dragged at her small, furred frame. She felt the stone floor only dimly, the skin of her small clawed hands and feet nearly devoid of sensation in the constant chill. A quiet whimper seeped past the mouseling’s incisors, but she didn’t even hear it. Black, shining eyes were swall

                                       Shards of Beauty - Part II      Bataar read the rambling narrative a third time, running a hand over the glass in absent, subconscious attempt to clean the surface a little better. Dirt had accumulated over some of the broken pane, obscured the lettering a bit, and the comfort of seeing those words was beyond what the pale amber pelted male would have believed possible. The saiga antelope bent down, mobile, trunklike snout pressing against the glass for a moment, trying in vain to catch some hint of the author’s scent. He only got dust for his trouble, and spent the next mi

     One night the moon came walking, walking over mountains, past the clouds. It was full and gloaming, but lonely in the night, for none of the stars were there to keep it company through the long and rolling hours. The world was alight with its pale gleaming, and even the sky had shaken itself of darkness in trade for that singular hue of nighttime blue, of gray, of between-colors. The kind that is only worn when the moon is brightest, and round.     One night the moon came gliding, gliding over plain and peeking down among the trees. It watched the grasses billowing like waves in a golden ocean, done in silver for the evening, when the