Tarl sits quietly on a weathered park bench, the autumn breeze stirring the orange leaves around him. His usual bright demeanor is subdued, his ears drooping slightly as he gazes at the ground, lost in thought. The stillness of the park feels heavy, and the quiet is deafening. His tail, usually full of life, rests motionless by his side. A sigh escapes his lips as he leans back against the bench, ... » Continue Reading
Yeah, I have an actual blog. Built the damned thing from the ground up using scraps from my other sites that I also built from the ground up. It's definitely old-school, but I think it's pretty alright. http://discordantfox.wikidot.com/ That's the link if you wanna check it out. » Continue Reading
In the soft glow of the morning sun, Tarl sits contentedly on the park bench, his small hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee. The air is crisp and fresh, the golden light filtering through the trees as the day begins to stir around him. He takes a slow sip, his tail swishing lazily beside him, and his ears flick with every distant chirp of birds welcoming the new day. A satisfied sigh esc... » Continue Reading