“It is over, Philandro.” Leopard-headed Kotiya crossed his brawny arms and bared his fangs at the prisoner. Around him, the man-handed hyenas of the crater valley cackled evilly. Philandro knelt, his thick, gray legs chained and bent uncomfortably beneath him. A second set of shackles wrapped his forelimbs, linked to his tusks, and even circled the midpoint of his trunk. Read More