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It amazed Jakun how people could get used to anything. His arm had been missing for only a week and already the amurrun had found sleeping on his back helped him sleep better, without pushing any weight on the missing appendage. He couldn’t wait to regain his arm. It would take time; they needed to get to Absalom before Amnor Sen would help him end this body. For the past day, Jakun had been searching for ways to cross the ocean, but he couldn’t figure out a good way to cross the water. Aft
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Tigers standing nude in the open, kits being told explicit things… Reinard couldn’t believe it. No, that wasn’t true, he believed it alright. The Egaro were just fucked up enough to actually do shit like that. And Reinard found himself staring at the Egaro they passed in the boat on the way to the porneo, wondering, had they been to these places? Did they stare at each other naked without shame? How could anyone do such a thing? “We aren’t anywhere near the nudists,” Galen chuckled. “A
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Just a quick reminder that there is no such thing as an Avatar the Last Airbender movie. If you watch anything relating to Avatar the Last Airbender, it should be the cartoon series, followed by Legend of Korra. Sincerely, a concerned reader who would never want anyone to be hurt by a nonexistent movie.
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Mmm, werewolves knotting and forcing their lovers to cuddle... oops, that's my kink Masterfully written as always.
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Kiba slid off Khemet’s back with a whimpering groan, collapsing on the ground as Lapis dismounted easily. How they had gone all day without a break crossing hills and rivers, was beyond the kobold, but he was glad they were stopping now. Until he was scooped up by the cat yet again, only to be deposited on Linzi’s nag. “Kiba needs a break…” the kobold grumbled. “Kiba needs to learn to push himself. We’re making the trading post today, and tomorrow we will deal with these… paladins
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Erith stared at the bags of food with a quiet frown. He was never quite sure which to buy; these were for actual dogs, not werewolves. But he had to give Gara something to do during the full moon, or risk coming back to a destroyed apartment. Antlers were a good choice, but they always left him feeling empty after the moon. “Wild Streak. It’s healthier in general.” The elf jumped almost guiltily, whirling around to find an aging human behind him. Long silvery hair was tied back to show
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Lapis handed the reins of his horse to a terrified looking stableboy. Scratching Khemet behind the ears, the amurrun let out a deep sigh, looking at the large manor where Kiba and Faes were no doubt trying to find their next adventure. Or trying to get money out of the locals. Khemet darted forward suddenly, eliciting a scream from the human, and a squeak. His neck bent, and he started licking a wriggling body, Kiba’s thin voice scratching at Lapis’ ears. “Off cat! Kiba is not for lick
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Amnor Sen led Zephyr down the gangplank, the horse visibly unhappy about the circumstances. Nearly two weeks aboard a swaying vessel had done no good for the animal, and his legs were shaking as they set foot on the docks of Sothis. Amnor Sen was having the same issue, and he was pretty sure Jeremy shared it too. The cleric had been rather quiet over the last few days, and the change unnerved Amnor Sen. He wasn’t sure if Jeremy was plotting something, or still coming to terms with the fact
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Tiganides for breakfast and a cup of a diluted drug. It was such a great way to start the day. Setting the cakes on a plate, the tiger heard a loud thump from the bedroom, a chuckle escaping him despite himself. His bonded was awake. A few minutes passed before the Faro joined him in the kitchen, complaining grumpily as Galen lifted him into a chair. The tiger squeezed the fox’s butt playfully, checking to make sure his diaper was clean. Other than the incidents when they had first started livin
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His body hurt more than it had a right to. Jakun dropped Ivris, the dragon turned bunny growling as a bolt of ice shot at the lich. Jakun didn’t even notice the attack, his flesh absorbing the cold harmlessly while his mind tried to handle the fact that his left arm was dangling limply by a single tendon. “Fuck... “ The catfolk closed his eyes, fighting a wave of nausea. He was alive, there was no way an injury like this could kill the undead amurrun. But there was something about seei
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If you're referring to the trick Jerric did with the plants, that's more augmenting your energy with the world. It's not a talent that is widely known, and is generally a skill only healers learn.
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As a mage, his ability to create illusions was tied to his energy, essentially his life force. By casting spells, he removed years from his life. Given the size of a particular illusion he cast shortly after Queen Erin's death, it is unlikely he made it past 30 before his energy was depleted.
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He hadn’t slept under a blanket in ages, and Kiba had to admit he missed it. Sure, he was sleeping on the floor, wrapped up in the warm cocoon of a spare sheet while the dark one owned the bed, but the kobold didn’t actually mind the floor. It reminded him of some of the simpler nests back under the sycamore, back when things were more peaceful, before King Tartuk and his exile. Hunger gnawed at his belly, Kiba chittering quietly in annoyance. He was never this hungry before; the tribe
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Dowager kings do exist. By most definitions of the word, it is an adequate description of his new role. Granted, you see it more often used irl to describe widows and former queens regents, but on Astara it is a position of great respect. Not to mention that Finley is a widower himself; he was mated to Zaddis, even if Zaddis never changed him. He fits the definition in all but gender.
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JASON His dreams were filled with fire and guards. Throughout the night, Jason woke up in cold sweats, shivering at the false memories of being burned alive, suffocating from bleach, or being attacked by elven guards. Even Devyn was helpless against his dreams. All the wolf could do was try to lay across his brother and hope the weight comforted the neko. Finally, Jason decided he’d had enough. He wasn’t going to get any more sleep. The floor chilled his feet as he stood up
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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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