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The group sat against a stone wall, the fortress filled with the hum of workers busy repairing the ruined keep. Jubilost was already working on his map, filling out the last blank spot. Linzi sat with a book in hand, the halfling filling out her own notes on their travels. For his part, Kiba was bored. The kobold was running through various stances, trying to get his magic to work with his blade in different ways. He had been watching Valerie, seeing the way she moved with blade and shield,
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Seventy gold for the Eternal Maiden, a tithe to Shelyn. Amnor Sen let the last of the coins fall into the offering plate, kneeling before the goddess’ altar. It made him feel better, as though he had helped, clearing his conscience just a bit. The paladin rose to his feet after a moment of reflection, a simple white robe falling down to his ankles. He had traded his armour two days ago, storing it for a time. The elf had no place in the gear, no spot in the heroic tales of the heroes of old
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Gara groaned as he crawled into his bed. It wasn’t often that he felt the results of Erith’s work, and he couldn’t remember the last time he felt this bad. It wasn’t just his muscles that ached; the wolf’s stomach was twisting. All the cookies Lynn had eaten were fighting him now, and it was agonizing. More than that though, he could feel Erith in his mind. The elf wasn’t sleeping anymore, he was wide awake, if lost in the fog that was their head. That was a new development. Gara would
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Warmth greeted Erith for once when he woke up. He was surprised; Gara never shifted when he was asleep, yet here the elf lay, naked as the day he’d been born… and with his body entwined with Blake. The elf froze, hardly daring to breathe as he stared at the naked human laying with him. The dawning sun shone on the mage’s body, revealing the milky white skin of his butt, abruptly tanning just above Blake’s legs. Erith felt his face burning, but more than that, he could feel an urge growing w
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“An amurrun, a kobold, and a strange hooded figure. How curious.” Faes raised an eyebrow at the dark haired gnome, only somewhat impressed. So he recognized Lapis as an amurrun and not beastbrood. It was common knowledge in most of Garundi. Still, this Narthropple was surprisingly well travelled. Or well read. Both even? The area around them whispered with the flow of the Skunk River, Faes grimacing at the sight of one of the creatures it was named for. It was still early in the day, s
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That was an amazing build up of tension. Well done dude.
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I can't cook either. Trying to keep all those different recipes and patterns in my head is like a colander trying to hold water. More than that, Home Economics is a class required by anyone who goes through Quarian Academy. Blake took this class. It doesn't mean he remembers any of it.
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Erith dug through his closet. He needed to see the tail. It had been well over a decade since he had even thought of Lynn. Clothes, shoes, dog toys, nothing was safe from him. Everything flew out of the closet until at long last he found a long black neko tail. Lynn’s tail. The elf stared at the prosthetic, his hand reaching for the soft synthetic fur. He didn’t remember buying this. He never would have bought something like this; it would be incredibly offensive for an elf to wear a n
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“How are you feeling Blake?” Erith set a cup of cold lemon tea next to the mage. They were both sweating from the effort of clearing the yard. But their efforts had already borne fruit. Naia was busy digging out the rest of the pond. It would take a while to lay down the liner to keep the water in the pond, and Erith still wanted to add a few side pools. Maybe even a tiny bog for some cranberries. It was by no means a one day job. He fully expected to be working on the pond over the next we
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It was like stepping through a portal. One moment they were in the bright light of day, but one icy step in and they were in a strange torchlit tunnel, not unlike the paths within the Ebon Mausoleum. Jakun shook off the momentary disorientation, checking up briefly on Jeremy. The cleric had fallen through the portal, sitting on the ground with a dazed look. He took Jakun’s offered hand, pulling himself up, and the catfolk patted his shoulder awkwardly. “Try to keep to your feet. A moment sp
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Lynn was Erith's childhood friend. I'm not sure exactly how it happened, but she died, and Erith tried to keep her alive in his mind. For a time, she was his imaginary friend, but she vanished when he was twelve.
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He was in control. And yet that control hung by the thinnest thread. Not that Varen would ever let anyone know that. He co-fronted with Gara all night, whispering in the wolf’s ear, letting the wolf know he had made a mistake, but he needed to correct it, he could fix it. There was no need for Erith to come back out. No, the truth was, Varen had no control over the alters. It was all Gara. How Lynn had gotten out was beyond him, but even Gara knew the neko needed someone at her side. I
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“Just pretend that I’m not here.” That seemed to be a common theme around here. The camera isn’t running, the tigress isn’t watching you for mistakes… Galen didn’t like it. But then, it was his job, so he was going to soldier through. Pasiphaë was sitting by the door, her eyes following the tiger as he restarted Hagan’s timer. Galen remembered watching videos on dominating people, and he decided it would probably be best to copy them. How had Iason done it again? “Remove my clothe
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She hated being without her ears and tail. It had been years since Lynn had fronted, and she had forgotten what a weird feeling it was. The last time she had been fully out had been an accident; Jason’s plushie had drawn her to the front of the system, and it hadn’t been long before Varen had followed. Lynn knew she wasn’t supposed to be out on her own. It wasn’t safe. But she was in a safe place. Surely Varen wouldn’t be too upset at her for wanting to colour. Even now she could feel him s
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“Moss works best with cichlids in ponds.” Erith looked down at the mage tucked in his arm, Blake busy scrolling through his phone. They were curled up on the couch, watching a show about sharks. Well, he was watching a show about sharks. Blake was busy plotting out their new project. “Moss, huh? They won’t eat it?” he asked. “They’ll probably try,” Blake shrugged. “I’m not a plant expert, I’m just repeating what I’m reading.” “I mean, I’m a huge fan of moss,” Erith said. “Hon
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“I have a letter from Lady Aldori regarding Oleg’s Trading Post.” Lapis shifted in the wooden seat, his cheeks still tender from Faes’ training the night before. The amurrun had healed the pain away easily enough, but the memory of the heated slaps still made him twitch, and made paying attention even more difficult. He had earned the punishment. In his first day back, Lapis had set Kanerah up as the barony’s treasurer, causing no small amount of anger from Faes. He wasn’t the hollowbo
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Paci, blanket, diapers, Blake was bringing the works with him. Erith didn’t mind; the elf knew the man found comfort where he could. He would have joked about trying to bring Val too, but he didn’t want to hurt Blake’s feelings. “Do you think we should have brought Val?” Erith snorted, shaking his head as he helped Blake carry a bag inside his house. “Are you planning on moving in so soon?” he asked wryly. “I… um… is that… is that a possibility?” Blake questioned quietly.
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“Two gold!” “Three gold!” “You’re on!” The yells and cheers filled his ears as he looked at the mug of ale, his tenth in two hours. All around him, Caydenites were busy drinking and gambling, Cayden’s Hall seeming more like a den of vice than any church. This was their worship, their way of venerating the god of drink and freedom, and this was what Jeremy had devoted his life to. More than a way to take away his pain, this was his way of life, and he was rededicating that life to
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It's literally the word "whore" spelled out across his back. I made mention of it in the early chapters of Brothers.
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At one point, Dr. Marin did suggest getting a tattoo to cover the scarring, but Blake is scared of needles, and he would have never been able to handle getting a tattoo. By this point, it's a fading scar, but it is still visible.
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Erith groaned loudly as he straightened up beside the wolf bed. Another night spent in the dark, dealing with demons he didn’t even remember he had. Even now the memories were slipping from his mind, leaving him with nothing but an uneasy feeling. A feeling that turned to frustration as he looked at the room around him. “Oh come on Gara…” Mud was streaked all over the floor, dried and stuck. It would take all morning to clean the house. Grumbling as he picked himself up off the fl
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The journey back to Ellesmera was made in somewhat uncomfortable silence. Lapis wasn’t sure why. The memory of the full moon was just that, a memory. Faes’ touch, as cruel as it had been, hadn’t been any worse than the touch of the captain in An, where he had first learned to use a bow. In fact, much of the pain had been soothed by the potion of fire resistance, and Lapis had thanked Tristian for it as soon as he saw the cleric again, though Tristian seemed eager not to know the specifics of why
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“Test twenty two. I have a list of erotic sounds. I will play them and see if I feel anything. There has been nothing so far.” Gara’s ears flicked as he stood up. The laptop was running, an elf sitting on a bed on the screen. The wolf hadn’t seen Erith in a long time, and it confused him. Something was going on. A soft moan came from the computer, and Gara folded his ears. He wasn’t supposed to hear those noises, those were bad noises. ‘He called for us.’ ‘He doesn’t know what he’
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He wasn’t alone. Of course he wasn’t alone. Gara had been keeping Erith company since his first change. But Erith knew now. He knew why he always worried about not having a sex drive, why he never felt the urge to have sex with anyone. There was another alter in his mind, one he had never noticed. And they were hiding from him. Protecting him from himself. As the elf drove home, he pondered this new development. He had nearly lost control of himself around Blake. And that scared h
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A much more suitable job for someone of his stature.
