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He's travelled a long way from Osirion, but his travels certainly aren't done yet. The Stolen Lands aren't the place for much rest and relaxation.
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Lapis ran a hand over his belt, identifying the potions he wore quickly. A vial to toughen his skin, a vial to make him disappear, a vial to ease his wounds, a scroll to summon a wolf, and a potion to increase his courage and skill. Two would be taken in the next ten minutes, before he stepped into the silent chamber ahead, and the rest held just in case. He could feel a malice to the area; something was not happy to have him there. Whether that was because he wasn’t Cassiel, or whether it was b
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A hundred silver each. Jeremy was a little too drunk to really count properly, but that comes out to ten gold a person, with twenty people betting.
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Amnor Sen knocked on the First Mate’s cabin, hearing a muffled curse from within. The door opened a moment later, Nihm scowling at the elf as he pulled a shirt on over his chiselled green chest. “What do you want? Did your boy drop water on someone again?” the orc grumbled, rubbing at his eyes. “Actually it’s your boys this time. They challenged Jeremy to a duel and lost. I believe the terms were ten gold a piece?” “Fuck… what do you mean? Is anyone hurt? Gods, they better be hurt
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Oh, I would hope nothing that nefarious. You do have to realize that for the last several hundred years there have been major tensions between elves and nekos. And elves and mages. And elves and werewolves. And elves and other elves.
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DEVYN “Shit…” Devyn flinched at the curse, his nose quivering as he paused in his tracking. They had picked up Jason’s trail fifteen minutes ago, and he had no idea why Erith was upset, but the elf’s scent had just soured in a matter of seconds. “Devyn, we need to hurry up. The king just called for an eight o’clock curfew,” Erith scowled, staring at his phone. The wolf frowned slightly, and Erith sighed. “We need to be at your home in the next hour or we’ll be in
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The Faro stared at his reflection in the dark screen, a stranger staring back. How long would it take to forget what he used to look like? How long would it be before his clan was dead even in memory? He was stuck alone with his thoughts. Themis and Relys had left shortly after the Xanar had finished, and Galen was in the basement, checking on the chelóna. Themis had encouraged him to keep his inhaler close, but there was a certain comfort in his sorrow. Reinard had been depressed for so lo
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“We don’t have time for this. The ritual should have been done yesterday,” Tristian said, pulling the blanket away from the body. “Can you afford not to ask him?” Faes pressured, looking at the crushed corpse of a half-elf, this Baron Cassiel. It was mutilated, broken from what looked like a boulder hitting it. Faes wasn’t sure even the cleric could restore life to the corpse; he hadn’t had much luck with that dwarf. “Fine. But you might be wasting resources by not asking,” the ha
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The night air was frigid, yet he felt nothing. Jakun could see the ice forming on the ground, a fog billowing upward until it near smothered everything around him. He wasn’t sure if Ivris believed the fog worked or if the ravener was just trying to frighten him. The funny thing about being an undead, soulless monster was that Jakun no longer feared death. No, he feared failure. And that made this no different than working for Loran. He was just going to kill this ravener, maybe harvest the
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JASON The neko stepped out of the van warily, staring at the tall building in front of him. His fingers signed distractedly, thanking the driver of the car as it peeled out of the car park. Back in his track clothes, Jason was taking advantage of his freedom from Margaret. Lysander was in there somewhere, and he was going to find him somehow. He already knew the answers to the questions. Are you family? Yes. Yes he was. Steeling himself, the neko pushed forward, passing thr
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Shh, mustn't squeal too loud or I'll wake the bf. But OMG, this chapter, I fucking loved it. I just love it when tough guys realize, hey, maybe I can be a little softer. We saw it when Arric met Cyn, and we see it now with Kieran. Lay aside the alpha for a bit and just be a wolf happy to have found love.
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The bow served them well through the fortress, Lapis sniping troll after troll. Acid left them utterly defenseless, and he made sure to end every trollhound he saw. Khemet wasn’t hit a single time during their fight to the lower levels of the fortress. Room after room was laid bare before them, yet no bag appeared, no scroll was found to save Cassiel. Lapis was starting to despair; he needed someone to take the burden of command. The amurrun was clearly not cut out for this, and he knew it,
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DEVYN The wolf kept pace with Ruby until they reached the hill. The pack had already thinned out considerably, several other wolves surging ahead while Ruby held back. Devyn was fighting the urge to chase after the ten wolves who were drawing ahead of him, but it was a losing battle. And then they hit Wolfsbane. One by one, the other wolves fell to Ruby’s relentless pacing, falling behind as Devyn nudged just ahead of his running partner. She knew what she was doing, but he
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] Swords clashed and parted, Jeremy grinning at the other fighter. They stood in a circle of crewmembers, a raucous chanting filling the ship as the crew cheered on their champion. The cleric took a swig of ale from his mug, swaying in time with the ship. It was always more fun to fight drunk, and as the ship rolled under his feet, Jeremy’s grin widened. He was out of his element, but that didn’t matter. A hundred silver rode on the outcome of this bout, but that didn’t matter either.
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Galen stirred a pot of noodles slowly, listening to the droning hum of the Xanar’s machine. Relys had been working on Reinard for hours, which struck the Egaro as odd. There wasn’t really that much Faro to dye. “If we’re trying to hide him, should he really be working at a porneo?” the tiger asked, looking over at Themis. “Of course. No one expects a Faro to be working at a porneo, no matter how desperate they are. And I can almost guarantee that the Faro he will look like would be mor
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Dimwits they may be, but even they know to minimize the amount of excitable wolves who might be around when they grab a target. Who wants to be on the end of an angered werewolf's attack?
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JASON The neko stared at the shoes on the table, feeling trapped. He wanted nothing to do with them, but they were a gift, even if it felt like he was paying for them with his blood. “Devyn! Get down here and get your breakfast!” His ears flattened against the yell, Jason sighing quietly as he picked at the toast and dry cereal. It wasn’t what he usually ate for breakfast before a run, but he hoped it wouldn’t be too far off from what he needed. And he had needed the spikes
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Lapis awoke to warmth, Khemet’s nose shooting hot breath over his neck as the cat lay on top of him. The amurrun tapped the tiger gently, then a little more roughly, pushing the large cat off of him before sitting up. “He’s completely healed,” Tristian said, the cleric pacing as the rest of the camp packed up. “We have a day at most to find Baron Cassiel’s bag. I pray we are not too late.” He stepped up to Lapis, offering a hand to the amurrun. “For what it is worth, I understand
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The lich sat in Sadira’s throne room, a bowl of water and a silver mirror set in front of him by one of the skeleton servants. Jakun had spent the last few days roaming the halls, destroying written contracts, freeing enslaved souls, and undoing most of the necromancer’s work. It sickened him how many people had given their souls for power. He had technically done the same thing, but at least the amurrun knew where his soul was, safely hidden in a phylactery until the day he would destroy it.
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The troll and the kobold stared at each other in surprise. Small, quick steps brought Kiba between the troll and the body, his blade raised defensively. The beast was at least three times his size, but he had his orders, and he was not going to let the troll touch the blanket. “Meat, why you no at home?” the troll asked in broken Draconic, and Kiba nearly dropped his sword. He had heard of kobolds working with trolls, working with the very beasts that would eat them. There was no short
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Iason shook the can slowly, soft clicking sounding through the small room. Aedan sat naked in his pillows, the deer smirking up at the white tiger as he slowly prowled toward him. With a quiet hiss, cool cream ran over the deer’s dappled coat, the tiger going so far as to spray over the deer’s velvety antlers. Both could see Ryan behind the camera, the one eyed human staring at them both with lust. He would be their measure. Iason finished painting the Cervidas, the Egaran tossing the can a
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Iason and Aedan don't usually do scenes together. But sometimes a certain itch has to be scratched.
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Reinard- The Death of a Clan
Yeoldebard commented on Yeoldebard's story chapter in Reinard- The Death of a Clan
It isn't just a dye job though. It's taking the last member of a clan and forcing him to take on a new identity, erase his people, destroy everything he is. Reinard will have to keep the dye for the rest of his life. It truly is the last death knell for a clan long gone. -
Nope, but no one knows that except for one devious little fox.
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Reinard- The Death of a Clan
Yeoldebard commented on Yeoldebard's story chapter in Reinard- The Death of a Clan
Thanks I cannot promise his story has an HEA, his trauma will stay with him for the rest of his life. But he has several friends he can lean on for help, if he can just realize he needs it.
