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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. -
Boxes sat on the bed, seeming to come from nowhere. Reinard was apprehensive about what they contained. Themis had said he needed to change his pattern, and that struck the Faro hard. His fur was who he was, what made him an Artego. If that was changed, there would be nothing tying him to his clan any more, no culture for him to show to the galaxy. He would be a Faro lost in time and space. “Maybe make him a silver fox,” Themis said, looking her friend over. “I think Tenero stripes would wo
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There was never anything official filed, just pack justice, if you can call it that. They never actually took Margaret to court, just kicked her out of the pack and banned her from the pack grounds with the understanding that Richard wasn't going to take her back. It's messy, it's not how any of this should have been done, but here we are.
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In this, we absolutely agree. There definitely should have been back ups set in place before he travelled halfway across the continent.
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I read that story, and another titled A Wolf and His Boy. Then I decided that two stories about wolves in human form were not enough and started writing my own.
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DEVYN He stared at the phone in confusion, not sure what Jason wanted him to do with it. The neko’s signing wasn’t helping, and Devyn had no idea who he was supposed to call. Jason let out a heavy sigh, pulling the phone out of his hands. The neko scrolled through it, tapping a couple of times before shoving it back into the wolf’s grip. Devyn frowned as he held the phone to his ear, his nose wriggling at the sudden scent of spices. He glanced at Jason in alarm as a voice c
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Faes frowned at the blanket, trying to figure out just what they were up against. He hadn’t seen the body underneath, but the way the blanket lay made it obvious various parts were crushed near irreparably. Maybe from a rock being thrown? “The sooner we get going, the sooner everything can return to normal,” Regongar said suddenly, throwing an arm around Tristian. “Come on Tristian, give us a blessing heh.” “The blessing you want, I do not have it in my heart to give,” Tristian sighed.
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JASON A knock at the front door startled the two right as they were about to leave. Fixing his shirt one last time, Jason opened the door, trying to think who would be knocking. Dylan was supposed to pick up Brienne and meet him at the school’s car park, and Richard wouldn’t be home for another day at least. He blinked in surprise at Damian and Lysander standing outside, the two nekos sharing a brief look before Jason turned to Lysander. “Hey, Dylan told us you were going o
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*Ride of the Valkyries plays in the background*
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The trip took ages, through the worst bog Kiba had ever seen. Lapis seemed to share his discomfort, as did Khemet, both cats working to avoid the worst of the wetlands. But their companions seemed to be pushing them on near mercilessly, the cleric and the bard urging them further and faster. There was a sense of desperation hidden to their travel, and Kiba started wondering if perhaps the softskin leader was in danger. He didn’t seem to be the only one with that thought. Talk was near nonex
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“I know you are out there. You and I have some talking to do. You may have escaped me once, but I assure you it won’t happen again.” Jakun stayed outside the room, thinking. Killing Sadira would be easy, the matter of a lucky shot with his bow. He even had the arrow on his bowstring. But he didn’t want to kill her. Not until she released- “Anya, was it? Was her sacrifice worth it?” the necromancer taunted. “You got around my book, you led my enemy to my doorstep, destroying my army in
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“Do you think he’s doing okay?” Amnor Sen looked up from his carving, frowning. “Who, Jakun? I don’t know, how would you be doing if you had to fight an undead dragon on your own?” “Well shit, you don’t need to be sarcastic,” the cleric muttered, trying to scoop more water from his ear with a finger. “Oh, next time you decide I should take a bath, remind me to wear earplugs.” “Imagine how Nihm feels,” Amnor Sen pointed out, adjusting his legs as he tried to focus on the wood
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The tiger set the phone down, staring at Reinard. They still stood in front of the door, Galen not allowing the fox anywhere near it. “You are in trouble,” Galen said. Reinard’s body shivered at the words, the Faro wilting visibly. “Get your ass over here.” “No. You’re going to-” Galen darted forward, his arms encircling the fox. Reinard yelped as his butt was smacked, wriggling frantically in the tiger’s arms. “What else are you hiding from me? I can’t help you if
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We're all about the Daniel bashing here, in the vein of I love to hate you. He has millennia of history behind him and is not bad, he's just a dragon trying to make his way in the universe. Oft times, that makes him public enemy number one.
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Eyes stared in shock and fear as they walked down the street of the new town. Lapis was used to the fear; it had been following him from Osirion, but the catfolk would never let it stop him. Khemet never seemed to mind and neither would he. It wasn’t often the white furred tiger steered him wrong. Dark skin clashed with white ear and tail fur, the blessings of Bastet plain to see throughout the amurrun’s being. A rich blue ankh with seven red arrows piercing it hung in a gold setting around
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When the new baron of Ellesmera goes missing, three unlikely heroes must seek him and his lost party out. What they find changes the course of their lives forever.
