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Originally posted for publication in the Playfoxx magazine in Second Life. In a world where canines rule over felines, a Roman style government forces the feline slaves to fight for the entertainment of the privileged.
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The GladiatorBy: Heuvadoches Naumova
This was originally posted for publication in the Playfoxx magazine in Second Life. Unfortunately, the story was rejected, and due to personal obligations, I've held it for a minimum of 12 months before publishing elsewhere. The conditions were a story, 1000 words or less with a gladiator theme. If you've read any of my other stories, this was actually a challenge for me, so I did the best I could within the limits I was given. I hope you do enjoy.
The premise is a world where canines rule over felines in a roman style government where the felines are little more than slaves.
Above the dusty floor packed hard by feet, sweat and the blood of countless gladiators, the crowd howled and screamed. Its hundreds of throats, burned hoarse and guttural by taunts and cheers, shouted its derisions and its encouragements to the struggling combatants. Its many thousands of eyes drank in the eternal spectacle of warrior...
This was originally posted for publication in the Playfoxx magazine in Second Life. Unfortunately, the story was rejected, and due to personal obligations, I've held it for a minimum of 12 months before publishing elsewhere. The conditions were a story, 1000 words or less with a gladiator theme. If you've read any of my other stories, this was actually a challenge for me, so I did the best I could within the limits I was given. I hope you do enjoy.
The premise is a world where canines rule over felines in a roman style government where the felines are little more than slaves.
Above the dusty floor packed hard by feet, sweat and the blood of countless gladiators, the crowd howled and screamed. Its hundreds of throats, burned hoarse and guttural by taunts and cheers, shouted its derisions and its encouragements to the struggling combatants. Its many thousands of eyes drank in the eternal spectacle of warrior...
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