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WULFRIN Skins peppered the counter, several garlic cloves waiting for the knife. Wulfrin was always nervous the eve of a fight, and tonight was no different. Cooking allowed him to focus on something other than his possible death, and trading recipes with Svetlana meant the fighters would be well fed by the time the fight came. The gnome stood on a wooden crate, his dagger slicing one handed as he held the current clove with the other. He could see Svetlana working on a wine bas
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His change was definitely not easy. It is a mark of Jordan as a person that he is able to look past his own past and do what is right for Damian and Lysander, as hard as it can be at times. There are not many neko werewolves running around. Hopefully they can find condoms that will work for both werewolves and nekos. That, or wait until Damian is actually a werewolf before getting that sweet, sweet blowjob.
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“I got dinner cooking. It should be ready in a few minutes,” Damian said, dropping onto the couch beside Jordan. “Plenty of time for you two to eat before shifting.” Jordan leaned against his mate tiredly, letting out a halfhearted cheer. Dylan babbled on the floor in front of them, the neko’s arms and legs wriggling randomly as he lay on his stomach. Dinner filled the air already, squab and pheasant cooking up with a cranberry laerisa side, and Jordan’s mouth was already watering. “Ac
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ELIAS Dust filled the air as horses walked along the South Rostland Road. Twenty eight people travelled together, spread out over a long trail, and their mounts laboured noisily, nickering softly to each other as hooves clomped over the hard packed dirt. Elias rode beside a tall human at the head of the company, stealing the occasional glance at the captain of the Rostland Wolves, the band of mercenaries Jamandi Aldori had purchased to help cleanse the stolen lands. Kesten Gares
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Snow fell in swirls, billowing and frigid. Lapis shivered as ice settled on his hood, his breath obscuring his vision. But he would not falter. Blood stained his clothes, bear and owlbear alike. Beside him, Khemet soldiered on, barely healed cuts not slowing the giant cat down. Lapis felt anger wash over him every time he saw the wounds, but he was the only one who could heal the injuries properly, and if he did that, he wouldn’t have the energy to support his other companions. But after th
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Levels in Eldritch Scoundrel say you're probably right.
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HOPE “Money talks. I’d start there.” Hope leaned against a wooden post, his feline ears listening over the crackling of a bonfire. His companions sat around a small table, cards down and silver up for the taking. The village of Nivakta’s Crossing in Brevoy was small, unimportant in the grand scheme of things. A wooden palisade ran around it, offering basic protection from wildlife, but it did nothing to defend against bandits stealing through the night and gathering valuabl
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It's interesting to see the change in Walter. I suppose stepping down as the beta and taking a job as a teacher would be seen as a demotion in his wolf's mind, even if the human mind doesn't see it like that. And I am absolutely on the edge of my seat for Kieran and Arric to finally tie the knot, literally.
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“I’m surprised you invited the Thuvian along for this hunt.” Faes frowned at the dark skinned ranger who was scouting ahead with his dog. He acted like everything was an ambush. It was a sound strategy, in enemy territory. But they were barely three hours from Ismenia, on their way to a hunting lodge. Monsters were appearing all across the barony, and the half orc Kassil had suggested hosting a hunt in the middle of winter to deal with them. Among the guests, he had insisted on including me
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Oh, there's no chance of the three splitting; they are definitely mates. But the way Jordan was turned, without knowing what was happening, made him determined to never change another wolf. So now he's struggling with either keeping that vow and missing out on bonding with his mates, or turning Damian into the very beast Jordan said he would never have a hand in creating.
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JASON Bags settled into the back of the car, and Richard turned to help his son. “So… it’s like a day of prayer for the dead?” he questioned, adjusting the bags to make room for Jason’s load. The neko shrugged helplessly, reaching for his phone once his hands were free. “More of a memorial. I think Dylan might pray to the gods, but that’s more of a personal thing.” “And you need me to keep Devyn out of your room?” Richard continued. “You realize you’re missing ano
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Damn, that's a lot of heat for one chapter. It's always fun to put a beta in charge of a relationship, and Kieran and Arric are going to have a heck of a time trying to figure out that balance. I think Hauser is probably relieved to have such a long sentence. He needs this punishment as an atonement for his actions.
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Oh, Damian hasn't been turned yet. They're just discussing how he will be turned in three days time.
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He woke up to the sound of grunts and slapping flesh. Galen’s ears pricked, his entire body still a little stiff from the day before. It was nothing a good stretch would fix, but first he needed to figure out who was having sex. And maybe see if he could join in. The tiger rolled out of bed with a quiet grumble, feeling every grip Iason had made, his throat sore, his balls aching. It was so worth it, but at the same time, Galen knew he needed to take things easier today. Dropping to hi
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“Damian wants us to pick up more formula for Dylan,” Jordan said, staring at the phone in his lap. “We can get that on the way back. I think he’d appreciate some more milk, and I don’t want to leave that in the car,” Lysander replied, pulling into a car park. “Hey Jordan, what’s up with the shop next door?” The man frowned, looking up to see a large truck in front of the bookstore. “I don’t know, maybe they finally decided to fix it up. That place has been empty for ages,” he shru
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To be fair, it's not exactly missing. He's just not looking in the right spot. Things are definitely looking up though, and we all know what that means.
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DEVYN Pale, shaved skin slid under his tongue. Jason lay curled up in bed, cocooned in his bed sheets save for his left leg, and that leg was what Devyn was focused on. He would clean his mate of the invasive smells, replacing them with his own scent. Twilight broke through Jason’s curtains, shining down on the two brothers. The new moon was over. Devyn could shift again, and would be expected to shift again, but there was no way the wolf would do that without being told. T
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“Monsters are starting to appear out of people’s bodies.” Lapis knelt beside Faes, the amurrun’s hands running over the hollowborn’s bare side. He pulled out a bit of salve, rubbing along the shrinking wound to better heal the burn. The bedroom was nice and warm, the curtains closed to keep the chill of the winter day away. The amurrun was careful to avoid spilling the ointment; the material had a tendency to stain. “Monsters? Like an owlbear? How does an owlbear fit in someone’s
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We can only guess at this point...
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Suddenly, cucumbers...
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PRIVATE ELLIOT “I heard it’s actually an elf deserter. That’s why no one suspects it; they’re looking for a cat.” Elves sat around a table in a farmhouse, cards in hand as coppers passed between them. Elliot stared at their game distantly, trying to get the sight of a room splattered in blood and body parts out of his mind. He hadn’t even had the chance to really meet them. Not that it would have mattered. The werewolves never would have let him in. It was more than the aft
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I'm glad I could bring the story to a satisfactory end ❤️
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I haven't done much work with the Ulthin yet, but I'm pretty sure the colour depends on subspecies. Their compositions are likely made of different gasses that would interact differently with whatever is at their core.
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I have no idea what you're talking about... *whistles innocently*
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Maybe it's still following orders, but you have to start somewhere, and at least in Lian's mind, it was a huge step forward.
