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AMETHYST Soft green fingers ran through her fur, and the kitsune let out a gentle sigh. She lay back in a warm glade, watching specks of dust dance in a sunbeam as she was stroked. Little braids of lilac plaited through white fur, the scent of the blooms almost as soothing as the hands of the Guardian, her guardian. Amethyst looked up at the nymph, a look of concentration on the Guardian’s face. “They know about you. The tiefling already told them exactly who you are.”
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Again, this was written both before the werewolves were fully formed in my mind, and before people really understood what was happening. It might be possible that werewolves can shift back somehow during the full moon or new moon, but at this time, it's certainly a plot issue.
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To be absolutely honest, this is a plothole created by the fact that I was new to werewolves at the time and terrified of having shifted werewolves bone. By all rights, Paelius should have remained in wolf form, and that will be reflected when I do my next round of edits on this story.
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The question is, was it a student? Or did Thayla plant the runes before she was captured? One thing's for sure, these stadiums need better security.
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To be fair, it's certainly not all mages. Heck, it's not even just mages. The Silver Hand has many different members and types.
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Well... it's a bit more complicated than that. Paelius and Sandolin were bedmates long before there was a wolf to deal with. Given that Danuva's scent is overpowering Sandolin, it's possible, if not likely, that Paelius is just smelling the musk, without the lycanthropy actively targeting Sandolin.
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Warm lips wrapped around his length, Jordan’s hips bucking slowly as he roused from the depths of sleep. Damian’s eyes twinkled in the early dawn, staring up at his mate as he worked for a little breakfast. “Morning…” Jordan yawned, rolling over to lay on his back. A moment later, the bed shook as the neko bounced up between the two wolves. His hips straddled Jordan’s shins, his torso lowering slowly until his mouth engulfed the man’s length again. “Morning,” Lysander murmured, re
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I want to point out that while earlier versions of the Xanar race were gendered, the Xanar are genderless and use they/them as pronouns. I apologize if this is confusing, as I know I've made the mistake of misgendering them myself. But yes, the main reason Noreen blocked the entrance was because they knew Reinard would bolt. And while that paranoia would serve Reinard well on the streets of Athalea, it is rather misplaced in a therapist office several hundred light years away.
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Reinard slid out of the chair as the door opened, his tail tucking around his body defensively. He had been here a lot already, but this place always made him feel like he was walking into a battle, preparing to fight for his sanity. The fox wondered if that was a normal response to having your life examined. A tigress stepped out of the room, eyes blotchy, and Reinard wondered what she had told them. Probably nothing good. It made him a little more determined to keep his secrets, though th
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This story was never supposed to have a traditionally happy ending, and that's because of Adam. He's not supposed to be a character anyone could relate to, he's supposed to show that even this world has its struggles with laws that do more harm than good. Regarding Erith and Varen, it's shown occasionally that Varen fronted when Erith was reminded of certain triggers, largely having to do with his trauma as a child. Those memories are not going to come rushing back, but it's possible that, as Varen is "dead", the memories might start returning when triggered instead of being locked away by Erith's alter.
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I never thought of a Cernunnos' first change happening in the middle of the day, but it totally makes sense if the moon was out during the day. It's so cool to see where Cyn came from ❤️
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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. ❤️
