As the young otter toiled in the boiling sun he looked towards the great gates. Memories of a better life stirred within him : cool water, dappled sunlight and cool,cool water...'
"Git a move on." A harsh ,grating voice rang out and the otter felt a sharp sting on the back of his paws.
He turned and glared at the speaker. Wartnose, the ferret quivered under the stern gaze of the dark brown otter. He stumbled off, probably to torment some other pitiful creature.The otter licked mournfully at the insides of his bonedry mouth. He was the last of the family of Zaran, yet, perhaps not the last...'
A commotion back down the line made him turn around. A weasel captain was whipping a young male badger. The poor beasts terrified yelps of pain were too…Read more >