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ELIAS “This fucking sucks Fedha.” The mare dug through a bucket of oats as Elias set out bedrolls. A snort shot from her, eyes watching the amurrun in amusement as he fought with a tent cover. Around her, the other horses were busy munching down on their own buckets. A wind blew around them, warm and gentle, and Elias could have sworn he heard a playful laugh in the wind’s voice. Or maybe he was overthinking the snort from Fedha. At this point, the amurrun wasn’t too sure.
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It's funny, the Cervidae in my setting are absolute omnivores, mainly inspired by stories of deer eating meat in the wild. Cyn being vegetarian just adds yet another complexity to the relationship (which I should certainly have noticed before now, but hey, it's me...)
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But think about the possibilities. NASCAR Cyn goes NYOOM!
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DEVYN “I need to head to work today,” Richard said quietly. “But I will not leave you two alone unless I can be certain you are safe. Margaret is gone; she is no longer welcome here.” “You mated with someone else,” Devyn remembered suddenly. The wolf frowned at his father, Richard echoing the look. “There is a reason,” the human said quietly. “I rejected her claim to me, verbally and physically. The Mate Laws no longer affect me. It was no one I knew, just a Sarelin br
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I'm sorry, I couldn't resist
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AMETHYST Jasp’s hoof tore at the dead grass nervously, and the elf gently patted his neck, her eyes staring at the large stone corridor that led into the ground. “Is this the tomb you spoke of?” she asked tiredly, glancing at Hope. The tiefling nodded, his fur speaking of a silent fear. Amethyst didn’t blame him; she hated tombs. “We have four hours to explore it and find this Tartuccio deserter before night falls,” the elf said, sliding off of Jasp’s back. “Who’s stay
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There could be several reasons. The fact that both Adam and Blake are werewolves, that Blake never really smelled anything negative to imply Adam was trying to hurt him. These two are definitely hiding something, but they're being open about hiding something. Granted, none of that means they can or should be trusted, but this is Blake. He wants to see the best in everyone, no matter how naïve that might be.
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Agreed. They both seem to have been hit by the Big Stupid.
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They're both trying to make sense of their realities. Sometimes sense trickles through, sometimes it leaps.
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It's horrible honestly. The werewolf was probably the only nice person he met in his younger childhood and he latched onto him and other werewolves because of it. No, the werewolf was not nice, but he was the only one who didn't beat the shit out of a kid, which apparently makes him nice in Blake's book. It really shows how messed up he is, even after years of therapy.
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Jordan dug through the dresser, searching for the new socks Lysander had bought the day before. The elf was sitting on the bed with Damian, a palpable tension in the air as his fingers wiped lube along the neko’s tailhole. They had made all their plans, they had waited until Lysander thought Damian was safe. Today, a werewolf would be born. Today, Lysander and Jordan would finally truly mate their partner. And Jordan took a breath as he searched, remembering that this was what his mate want
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It's definitely a hard road for all of them to travel. Considering Erith has been dealing with this at least since he and Blake were at school together, I'd say he has plenty of experience in working with Gara.
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I'm sorry about the issues with the warning; I'll work on correcting that.
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Just like Jakun's son has his role in a story, Krem and Amnor Sen will have their part to play in another story. I just have to get the material for it first so I can tell it properly. ❤️
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Galen moaned loudly as Aedan’s hands dug into his back. He could see the clock ticking down, five minutes left as Aedan’s rod rubbed between his cheeks. He knew the deer wouldn’t penetrate him, but it was driving Reinard crazy, and that put a grin on Galen’s face. “Hey Dustein, you want to get your hands in here again?” Aedan asked, kneading Galen’s tailhole. “Mmm, Aedan…” Galen murmured, the deer laying on top of the tiger. “We should probably hurry this up, the timer’s almost out.”
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That pun... I'm groaning so hard, you just can't see it... And Hope really has no mercy when the people around him are making a nice adventure into the wilderness more hazardous than it needs to be.
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We can only hope the shrooms will chill them the fuck out. Unfortunately, Ramiel seems to have missed his dose...
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So what I'm hearing is that it works.
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Neither do I. I should probably put a warning before each story: The following story is for entertainment purposes only. It in no way reflects the views of the writer
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It is. So... how do you like the foreshadowing from 60 chapters ago?
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I wish I could promise it gets better.
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If the gods cared at all for fairness, there wouldn't be a trial to begin with.
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Rest a moment at the fire and gather your strength ❤️
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Some turn to drink in their pain. Others turn to religion.
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It's just a bottomless chasm, what is there to be afraid of?
