Camp Losi stood tall on the edge of Ossa’s sprawling desert, and was not actually a camp but quite a large base made of the remnants of the city that used to stand there, Lositani, before its sign got the ‘tani’ blown off in a days-long exchange of hostile fire. It served mostly as a […]
025. ± [NSFW]
to him, it was everything all things, alight—tails his moments alive, persistent pernicious, pervasive boy trapped against infinity it was nothing broken and empty—heads lots cast asunder, chance tempted, fate a tempest in the stillness of their crypt to be swaddled in night held in the hands of a city […]
024. obsidian dark, ophidian crisp
Eo? he queried where Brint couldn’t hear his sudden trepidation, how worried that boy had suddenly become. How common are bone darts?
023. the red desert’s varaket ghost story
“Varakaiso,” said a trembling yelp, a plea from the man kneeling in the shrapnel littered roof of Eoran’s crumbling building. In Port Haven, Ossans were characterized by a near toxic level of bravado, but this man before 18B was cowering, face wet in the wake of the impossible. “Sirai, Varakaiso—“ “He’s saying Va-something, I think […]
022. the sound of your cruelty
“But seriously: if everything’s a threat here, if the ability is limited, if the end result matters… why not try to deconstruct the whole building? It’s already falling apart. Let the weight of all that concrete do the work. Could you just use your sight like a stud-finder and dissolve support structures? Or sections of […]
021. an exercise in walking through walls
The sky was open and calm, the night clear and star-bright, moonless. The squad was circled up and asleep within a natural defilade, surrounded on three sides by a sandstone canyon. Its mouth emptied to the east, wide enough for three vehicles to pass but currently it was occupied by two boys, their CO, and […]
020. deadfall [NSFW]
Eoran was right: Kasse shouldn’t just go around saying shit he didn’t know the meaning of.
019. agrise // aiger [NSFW]
Eoran slid his leg up that phantom boy’s side searching for leverage in that cramped casket of coition they wallowed in, put his hand back on the ghost’s hip to hold him there, by the force of his need, to exhume every single inch of worthlessness from that scaffoldbone skeleton that was so skilled at retention, to bleach his ivory, to lick his
wounds like he licked his neck.
018. all gave out [NSFW]
Fuck, Kasse
Is this ravenous?
017. hearsay
It had been a week. The convoy was halfway to Yetava and running through explosives like they were on a personal mission to light that fucking landscape up. However the night brought rest and most soldiers were asleep beneath their vehicles, tucked into poorly-dug holes to hide them from the possibility of unexpected enemy fire. A lonely pair on watch crept across a distant dune, nearly indiscernible from the dark were it not for the purity of their black shadows slowly slinking up the mound. Brint glanced aside at the movement, then back to the map he was marking.