I-1750: Mijhael

Previous When Icarus’s eyelids were too heavy to stay open any longer, Mijhael closed the laptop and set it aside. He stayed in the nest with the exhausted kainu, his hand stroking softly over the beautiful coat that covered lean muscle. When first Mijhael had seen the kainu, he’d thought him half-starved. But as he came to know Icarus, he realized what an active ...

Previous His exhaustion felt like something palpable. Never in his life had Icarus felt this poorly, even after childbirth he hadn’t been this exhausted. It felt like every fiber of his being had the energy sapped from it. He’d felt the bone-weariness of a long day of travel, the emotional drain that affected the body in grief, but this…this was from magic. He di...

“Asking me why I care about the wellbeing of these children makes me question whether or not you are worth trusting,” Mijhael said as he walked beside Vyno down a long corridor.  The dark-furred nightmare fell silent for a moment, as if considering his next words carefully.  “I suppose I could have worded my question better,” Vyno said. “Children have passed thr...

Previous The humans swarmed Milarose once more, removing the shackles from his feet, unsecuring his tail, and lastly removing the muzzle. His head rested against the platform and he could not bring himself to stand, even when Lamashtu approached once more.  “Get up,” the dark-furred drakiri snarled.  ...