Den and Everyday Art

Though tired, the dark colored coatl pushed himself to hurry through the air, each beat of his wings a hard thrust against an unfortunate upwind current. His resting place was coming into view, even if not quick enough for his liking. Two tall spires on each side twisting skyward, with a large flat house in between, surrounded by thick forest on all side. There was no clear road leading to the obscure residence, like something out of a horror movie one could get lost in for hours if one wasn'...

“Mr Ser, kweh, what are we looking for?” The large bird asked as she followed close behind her feline rider who had his lance out and ears laid back as he looked around. Her long nailed claws clicked on the tiled floor, dirty and worn from the years of neglect given to them. They had just stepped into the dungeon, the outside world a thick forest full of many noises that Yakitori didn’t recognize but as Serv...