"Neovian Shadows" by bluecloud300 An untrained eye would see a normal Cybunny, dressed smartly in a black cloak and top hat, probably of the wealthy sort. He walked with an air of mystery and confidence, his black leather boots clacking rhythmically against the cold stone streets. His well groomed fur gleamed under what little light those lampposts could provide...
Lighten Up: Another Comedy In Two Acts Why did you summon us to your neohome so late at night? I'm not waiting around with you so you can play Deadly Dice later...