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Try again at your friendly neighborhood werewolf pack?
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DEVYN Devyn could smell his brother before he even reached the room. The wolf inhaled deeply, relaxing in Jason’s musky scent as he tried to unwind from nearly an hour of staring at hands, trying to read signs that seemed impossible to make. The neko crossed the room silently, sitting next to Devyn, and the wolf let out the tiniest whimper, the stench of Jason’s sweat nearly overwhelming. It was going to be hard for the wolf to focus, and he wondered how he was supposed to get t
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Dayum, pack enforcer! Something tells me Cyn is not going to be happy about Shea laying down the hurt, even on bad guys.
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They're working on a poly thing, kind of testing the waters. And yeah, Brienne is totally trying to get the guys together lol.
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It's more about the height issue than the actual stairs. Like, he knows he's off the ground, and that is what causes anxiety.
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He's been taught to fight himself at every moment. it's going to be hard for Devyn to let himself think of Jason as his mate, but who knows, maybe they'll get some help.
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"It makes no sense Jeremy. How did they know to attack us right at that moment?" Amnor Sen glared at the two prisoners, gagged and bound to the side of a wagon. They had been dragged along for the last few days, Amnor Sen sharing his own rations with them when it appeared no one else was willing. They looked unhealthy, thin. The paladin wondered what was wrong with them. Were things that desperate that they would try to attack a caravan. Obviously they were. And it didn't speak well of N
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JASON The neko let his brother go, Devyn spitting toothpaste into the sink. The wolf scowled at Jason, a shrug his only answer as Jason took Devyn’s spot in front of the sink. Brushing his own teeth quickly, Jason hurried from the room, dropping to the floor for a set of quick push ups before throwing on his shirt. It was not the best way to work out, but since he wasn’t allowed to go to the gym, Jason figured it was better than nothing. He needed to keep his upper body strength for
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And those are run like any other business, with the exception that they are open to wolves only. There arent necessarily any born leaders, everyone has a chance to thrive and advance on their own merit.
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Their humanity, mainly. Werewolves are still people, and held accountable as much as any other person. A disease is no reason to run rampant, and while many werewolves get in touch with their wilder side, they are still people forat and foremost.
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Considering my world doesn't really have ABO aspects, I'd say through a portal to another universe.
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She is already a psychological danger to them. Hopefully something will change fast.
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You certainly got my heart racing with this chapter. One wrong move, one ill timed dart and they'd be dead. Well written. And to have Cyn and Shea finally kiss is just icing on the cake.
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DEVYN He hated being trapped inside. All the wolf doors were blocked, and Devyn was pacing restlessly in his room. Jason had found something to occupy his time, writing notes in a book, but without a bone, or a way to run outside, Devyn had nothing to do but pace or sleep… or chew on the dresser. And yet the entire house seemed peaceful for once. There was no one screaming at him for leaving dead squirrels on the doorstep or complaining about him walking around in wolf form. It
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The Faro stepped into a warm, fluffy towel, his fur crackling with static as he dried himself off. Now that he was no longer drowned within an inch of his life, Reinard was feeling ravenous. Breakfast seemed so long ago, the entire day dragging out to this point. Pulling on his last set of clean clothes, the fox frowned at the diapers tucked away in the corner of the room. Nareen’s words came back to him. Did he really want to wear the things? They were humiliating. No, he was not wearin
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"It is clear you have all but mastered the creation inherent in conjuration," Eshe Foxcaller said in approval, looking at Mythara. "Your companion, however, appears focused elsewhere. I can feel the necromancy in this room. Perhaps he would be better suited elsewhere?" Jakun's ears folded, the catfolk wincing under the accusation. "It is my experience that a wide variety of skills is useful in life. Should we deny him a skill merely because he dabbles in another? Perhaps he will combin
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Yeah, things just seem to be getting worse and worse. A counselor is needed by yesterday.
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JASON The wolf sat on the track, glaring at his brother as the festival was slowly torn down. Jason knew how he felt, but his phone had been blowing up with texts all afternoon, Margaret demanding that they come home. Apparently she’d had enough time to “calm down”. Jason doubted that entirely, but he knew waiting would just make things worse. He had misjudged this entirely, and Jason was going to take his part in the blame. Who knew getting involved in a werewolf feud would end
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I have to agree. She is one of the worst characters I have written in my opinion. I can only hope she'll eventually see Devyn for the good boy he really is.
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DEVYN Pies, cakes, biscuits, cookies… Devyn’s mouth was salivating at all the smells around them. Dylan was sliding their entry fee over to an elf, the neko’s nerves adding a tinge of unease to the air that made the sweets smell even sweeter. Devyn set a hand on the neko’s shoulder, a comforting weight to his touch, and Dylan tensed slightly before relaxing. “Sorry, I’m nervous about this,” he muttered through his mask. “Don’t be. We got this. And if not, well, we trie
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"Look, I don't care if you are in charge of the caravan. If you set up the wagons like that, we could be ambushed without ever seeing it coming!" Amnor Sen growled. Niss Gromring bit at her thumb, spitting at Amnor Sen's feet before moving to organize the wagons. "She should be circling them, shouldn't she?" Jeremy asked, handing a waterskin to the elf. "She should be. But no, this place is safe, and she wants to keep everyone in line for a quicker start tomorrow. Who the fuck made h
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To be fair, you probably have never had someone holding you while brushing your teeth.
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JASON The neko pulled at Devyn’s arm, the wolf frowning at his brother. They were almost done getting dressed, just missing their shirts, but Jason knew he needed to do this. If he didn’t, the whole day could end up ruined by the wolf’s breath. Margaret seemed insistent that Devyn didn’t want to go, but Jason wasn’t sure why. The fact there were a lot of enticing smells that would encourage the wolf to eat the competitors? That Devyn hadn’t shown much excitement in the pie fundr
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"There should be plenty of light down there now." The Xanar brushed a web off their shoulder, Galen shuddering at the loose strand falling to the ground. "Ugh, I can't stand spiders… how much do I owe you?" the tiger asked. "Oh, that was taken care of already. And there are some theorists that say Xanar evolved from spider-like creatures. We do have eight arms and legs after all." The Xanar winked at the blue tiger, Galen gaping after them as they headed out of the house. Shaking
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Two doors stood before Jakun, one small and unassuming, the other tall enough to allow even Ivris to pass through. Between them stood an armoured Greycloak, sheathed longsword on his hip. “One final choice lies before you, Jakun Amurrun,” the Greycloak said. “Beyond these doors is the end of your Trials. One leads to a final test, before you may achieve your goal of godhood.” He motioned toward the giant door. “The other leads back to the Material Plane. By reaching this far, you
