Warrior’s Rest

How I loathe the afternoon sun of this desert’s summer season. Into the dark spaces of my cavern I crawl. Leaveth me high-lone. Only when the cool of night has descended, then will I emerge, once again to pursue my hunt of the Goliath. Advertisements


Mark this date. Something unthinkable has happened. A large bumbling feline dared to enter my yard. He just walked right up to me… the nerve! My keeper said he was trying to “make friends” with me, but I would have none of it. He is a giant. They say his name is Caine and I…