*3rd Person Perspective*

History is kind to the victors… But Karma is cruel to the Villains. This is a tale about two little Matriarchs, who fled their underground lair in order to escape from Fate: Bariel and Crissella. Continue reading →

“Amber…” As I started into the tigress’ bright-purple eyes, I asked “Maybe I should’ve called you crystal, ebony or violet instead… Your fur isn’t even orange anymore. Puriel is kinda old fashioned too.” Continue reading →

After the demoralizing bombardment of Wood Elf parts, Amber and I would begin the slaughter. I went for the central square, where all the churches and cathedrals were kept, while she would usually just fuck up one of the walls. It wouldn’t take long before the soldiers and many citizens would attempt to flee from every exit. Continue reading →