Disclosure
Since it needs to be said: No! You may not use my works to train AI! That's theft!
Luster
Above the canal a piece of crumbling facade fell onto a pigeon. Before the bird dropped Xiomara ran forward. Dead. He snatched it up in eager hands. In a run-down tavern near the wharf, an old elf cooked anything brought to him so long as it was dead. Xiomara occasionally brought him a rat or handful of mice if he found one not swarming with too many maggots.
No sooner had he set about yanking the feathers than someone yanked it from his hands. A human boy half again Xiomara’s height. Missing one arm and old enough to find work by the muscles in his shoulders.
“That’s mine!” Xiomara snapped, lunging for the bird.
From the Ashes
Chapter TwoA yawn split Lightseed’s jaws. Crowstar’s vigil, journeying to the Mooncave, her subsequent terror, and now the trek back had left her thoroughly drained. Blazestar padded along jauntily at her side: her ears angled forward and tail held high. Seemed she hadn’t been joking about being able to run back if need be.
Lucky, Lightseed thought with another yawn.