The Voice of Dog

Every day in Coldhaven is a struggle for survival. Joe and Mike are two of the people keeping it running, but for once they have something rare and valuable. Free time.

Today’s story is “Winterfall: Beyond The White” by Lauren Rivers, author of Blue Moon by Iridescence Studios, and you can find more of her stories on Furaffinity, Weasyl, and Sofurry.

Read by Solomon Harries, the Cuddly Badger Dad.

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Today I’m reading a poem written by Rob MacWolf, who has actually once been struck by lightning.

Cold clouds coiling around the pregnant moon.

Night is calling to me. It is rising. It is soon.

Secret scents nocturnal up are swelling, and above

The moon rolls like a mirror of the face of her I love.

I will not go outside tonight, will nor unbar the door.

Much as I love the moon above I love my pillow more.

Dusk depths deepen, but my quilt is just as deep.

Tonight will I lie warm beneath the secret seal of sleep.

Long yards yearning as the night wears on:

A room becomes a furlong after the light is gone.

Strong ways winding on familiar hills

All still to be discovered. When the fire chills

The ashes seem the silver streak across the open plain

When green is gone and blue is gone and black and white remain.

Sweet grass sweating out a liquid cold.

Close clothes fretting, but my will will hold.

Though out upon the mountains I have gone questing oft,

My eyes are very weary and my bed is very soft.

The midnight wind is bracing as a wine of molten red:

I have no need of either. I am already in bed.

Silence sits as even as summer sifted sand,

Peace, forgetfulness, and bliss are all within my hand,

When drifts a wandering whistle across the fluid night,

Its tone is very heavy, its voice is very light.

It carries, calls, and choruses from engine cloud to me.

It rings the glassy silver rails that lead down to the sea.

It howls and harmonizes with the songs of yesterday

That also echoed off the moon. And sleep is far away.

The train is gone, the whistle fades. She will have heard it too.

I am already doing it: I know what I must do.

Tall trees rustling as I unlock the door

Where every night I thrill to think I may return no more.

Wild wind whispers of the wildest paths we trod

Where in moonshadows darkly we may see the face of God.

Brisk breeze bracing on my heavy hanging tongue.

Sward is soft between my toes, the blades are new and young.

Scant breath skitters across my shivering skin.

The leaves smell sweet around me and savory within.

Cold clouds clearing as the moon sails on.

It lights the open threshold, I am already gone.

Wind wakes wildly and ruffles up my fur:

I think I’ll go outside tonight, and take a walk with her.

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Today’s story is the second of two parts of “Glory of the Gods” by NightEyes DaySpring, a known troublemaker who is rumored to have a penchant for coffee and an interest in dead, ancient civilizations. NightEye’s work has appeared in Heat, Fang and other anthologies. He can be found on Twitter at @wolfwithcoffee and information about his writing can be found on his website nighteyes-dayspring.com.

Last time, our protagonist Askan found out his friend Sanis had previously agreed to perform a fatal sacred rite to Bacchus, the god of wine. With time running out before the ritual, the jackal will need to risk the wrath of the gods themselves in order to finally find his purpose in life and save Sanis.

Read for you by Khaki, your faithful fireside companion.

Today's story is “The Blue Eye of the Desert God” by friend-of-the-fireplace Altivo Overo, a Renaissance horse of many talents whose stories and art can be found on Fur Affinity, Weasyl, and Furry Amino as "Altivo," and on Amazon under Altivo Overo.

Read for you by Khaki, your faithful fireside companion.

Content warning - Today’s story includes racial slurs, and violence toward Neo-Nazis.

Werewolves are real, and there's nothing cursed about them. One young werewolf, known to his adoptive pack as Samson Phoenix, has found himself under the mentorship of a centennial warrior known as Hatchet... whether he likes it or not.

Today's story is “Tearing ¡Olé!” by J. Z. Belexes, a self-contained part of a larger series known as Werewolf's Humanity, which is about an orphaned werewolf with PTSD from being experimented on by humans and social anxiety from trying to find his place in his adoptive pack. Another story in this series, "Favors," was chosen to be published in the charity anthology novel "Iron Doves," from The Dragon's Rocketship Publishing, and available on Amazon. J. Z. Belexes has the rest of the series available to read on FurAffinity, Wattpad and DeviantArt, at least until he gets them published in a novel... which he's working towards.

Read for you by Khaki, your faithful fireside companion.