A young girl was sitting at the desk in the office, her legs hanging down without touching the floor. Her office chair was too big for her height. Despite the fact that the chair was adjusted to its full height, she still had to stretch up a little to reach the desk. A shock of red curly hair casually flaunted on her head. The girl was dressed in a baggy office shirt and a long skirt.



- Sonya

The year was 37 Syn and the mountains of Wyrmrock Hills still glowed by their own heat to the north. We start our story as many such stories are, a small town that is on the way to a bigger town that still exists because of the road that passed through. This town, or more precisely a village, carried the name Lesser Fablehome, on the account of Madam Fablehome’s daughter founding it after her mother founded the town to the east. This morning, during the time when the cows and pigs were read

Predators AnonymousI looked down at the flyer in my paw. Was I really going to this? Yes, yes I should. Even if it doesn’t make the guilt go away completely, it’ll be nice to know I’m not alone at least. Well, I know I’m not alone, but it would feel different actually being around people who cared, and those that regretted doing what they had done. What, I had done.Officially it wasn’t known as Predators Anonymous, that would be an easy way for all attendees to end