The Hellhound Family Moves In

A little yowling yawn alerted Kari that her pup was awake. She turned to see Mali standing next to the counter, scrubbing her eyes and trying to shift the weight of sleepiness off her little shoulders. She smiled at her little sun and with a quick snatch, swept her daughter up off the floor and gave her a hug.

“Mrr….Morning…” Mali mumbled and tried to snuggle her mom’s shoulder.

“Aww, still sleepy?” Kari giggled as she used a claw to brush little bits of dirt from Mali’s eyes. She nodded groggily and tried to shake her head.

“Well, I think I have something to wake you up. Want breakfast?”

That got the desired reaction. Sleepiness quickly rolled off the little hellhound’s shoulders at the mention of food and she began to bob her head up and down happily. Kari’s giggle turned into a laugh and she sat the little scamp down on the edge of the counter. Armed with frying pan and flipper, she set about forging a miniature feast for her famished little girl.

Nemo Me Impune Lacessit Chapter 3

“With heavy bruises and claw marks across his face, it was clear he had been the center of the scuffle. His parka was gone and he was down to his shirt sleeves, his body already shivering in the cold. What horrified me was that he was currently being held aloft by his neck. The fight had left him, and his limbs hung limply in defeat.”

Nemo Me Impune Lacessit Chapter 2

“At least ten large, mangy beasties popped up over the farthest hill and darted toward us. They were not a sight to inspire belief. The best description I could give you would be that of a werewolf but not entirely covered in fur. It was still quite plain to tell that they were women of a sort, though their appearance was tribal, almost primitive. With fur-skin cloaks flaring in the wind as they ran, their jaws hung slack with predatory grins, savoring the hunt and supremely confident that in mere moments they’d have us.”

Nemo Me Impune Lacessit – Chapter 1

Nemo Me Impune Lacessit – “No one may touch me with impunity” motto of the Scots Guards.

“One night he had woken up to find himself frozen to the ground. He looked down to find his legs encased in ice, and tendrils of ice beginning to form over his shoulders. Thankfully a couple wacks from an ice pick freed him, but we noticed when we pulled him up that the ice under him had born the unmistakable shape of a woman.”

Sandstorm in Sinai – Final Chapter

I should note here: This is not the original final chapter that I wrote a couple months ago. That one was sort of rubbish, so I wrote this one especially for TFT, since I imagine a lot of you really like a “happy” ending.

“She understood the look in my eyes. She cupped her cheek in one hand, giving me another adorable giggle.
“If that’s what you want, my love. I’ll keep you forever.”

Sandstorm in Sinai – Chapter 2

This chapter’s a bit light on the MG references.

“I was greeted with a mouthful of sand and howling winds. A sandstorm was occupying my position, and I could hardly see more than ten feet in front of me. Still, there was nothing for it, I pulled myself out of the hatch, and tumbled the eight feet or so to the ground. My ankle screamed in pain, and it was all I could do to bite down on my tongue and stifle a curse, in case any of our monster assailants were still in the area.”

Sandstorm in Sinai – Chapter 1

First part of the first MG story I ever wrote.

“Shortly after, the sandworm swallowed the tank whole. I heard somewhere that the crew actually resurfaced several days later. They were found stark naked, without a tank, and the missing driver was declared a POW. How the hell does a sandworm claim a prisoner?”