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A single pipe trilled through the ship, crisp and clear in the morning air. Jeremy winced at the sharp sound as it rose and fell, the human on his second mug of beer. All around him, sailors rose to their feet, moving swiftly. A general sense of confusion permeated the crew as word was passed; the ship was hove to for the night and it wasn’t nearly time to move out for the day. Still, even on the merchant vessel, discipline was enforced, and they rolled onto the deck to hear the cause for the si
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Ah yes, good ol' Daniel bashing 😛 The gods know that dragon is a pain in my ass, and I created him.
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A brief moment of courage before a jump can only get you so far. Let's just hope when he realizes what he's done he doesn't try to back out.
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DEVYN “Devyn Farin?” The elf frowned at the werewolf slightly through the open bus doors. “You’re Devyn? I thought you’d be furrier…” “They don’t let me shift except for gym,” Devyn grunted, hobbling awkwardly up the stairs of the short bus. He sat heavily in the first seat behind the girl, wrinkling his nose at the near overwhelming scent of spiced oranges wafting off the girl. Across from him was an empty wolf harness, and he let out the slightest whimper at the
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The vampires flowed like fog through the night, four hours of travel separating them from their target. Jakun knew most of them were heading to their final rest, but he was willing to do almost anything to save Anya, and they were willing pawns on the battlefield. He and Gidane rode on tigerback, the tiger skeletons shedding skin with every step. They would last the full four hours, though they were only as fast as the slowest vampire. A dozen scrolls sat in Jakun’s bag, the catfolk waiting
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Reinard adjusted himself with a quiet grumble, pulling Galen’s dick out from his cheeks for the third time in an hour. No matter how he sat, the tiger seemed to find a way to tease his ass, and it was seriously fraying his resolve. The fox was on Galen’s lap, the Egaro’s idea. Strong arms held him close, the tiger gently petting Reinard as they watched TV. Galen hadn’t bothered to get dressed, and Reinard was starting to think it was because the tiger had a plan to steal even more of his vi
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CASSIEL They were accosted by a dog on their way to the tower, the canine barking almost frantically though he made no effort to attack. “What is it?” Theofrid asked, stepping up to the dog. “What are you trying to tell us?” Cassiel frowned at the gnome, trying to figure out just how he got along so well with animals. Not that it mattered in the moment. “Should we follow him?” the baron asked. “I think so. Someone’s hurt,” Theofrid nodded. “He’s a scraggly mu
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Jeremy bit back a moan as he swallowed Amnor Sen’s length. The elf was forcing him to hold back, and he hadn’t had release since leaving port. Something about the man being too loud when he came. Jeremy didn’t think he was that loud. But he was slave to Amnor Sen’s whims while on the ship, and after nearly four days of sucking the elf at various times when they could get away with it, the cleric was feeling the ache in his balls. Not that he didn’t enjoy the throbbing, but he knew that when he w
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CASSIEL “We weren’t able to save your son.” It was one of the hardest things Cassiel had ever had to say. Even now, hours after he delivered the news, the half elf replayed the fight in his head, trying to find some way, any way he could have saved Tig. The will-o’-wisp had been nearly immune to Linzi’s magic missiles, and even Amiri had a hard time hitting the floating skull. The fight hadn’t even taken thirty seconds though, and Cassiel couldn’t understand where they had gone
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JASON A whistle blew, piercing the neko’s ears as his body exploded into action. His foot slipped as he pushed off the starting block, and he fell with a loud hiss, slamming into the track. Pain struck fast, his arm scraping over the ground as he dropped, and Jason rolled over with a grunt, looking up at the sky in frustration. “Shit, you okay Dogmeat?” Connor asked, hurrying toward Jason. The neko waved him off, slowly picking himself up. His shoes seemed to be slipping mo
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Good news, Riardin was tortured at Miranda's hands before being brutally murdered, so he definitely got what was coming to him. Zaddis' ending was sad, but he lived his best life, with the neko he loved. Such is the mage's curse, a candle burned out before its time.
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Tbh, this chapter was posted early. This story is finished sadly; my friend and I couldn't bring ourselves to continue after Vincent's death. But you can see the aftermath of what happened in my other stories, most notably Brothers.
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Finley awoke with a painful throb in the crook of his elbow, his mind a foggy mess. A quiet beep filled the room, a sterile smell making him want to sneeze, but if he did that, Finley had the feeling he’d be hurting even more. He was in a hospital? What happened? When did he get taken to a hospital? The last thing he remembered was remarking to Zaddis about the strange taste in his ham. His first thought was food poisoning… but that wouldn’t have been bad enough to see him into a hospital.
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The news reached him slowly, rumours of rumours filtered through the gossip that flowed through the tavern. Vampires staked through the heart, piles of zombies burning in dark alleys. The war for Mechitar was on, and Jakun found he didn’t really care who won. Both Sadira and Gidane were awful people, and the sooner he was gone from the city, the better he would feel. But Anya had to come first. “Sir?” The amurrun held up a hand, still working out the last intricacies of a new summ
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Galen stretched lazily, leaning back against a pillow. The living room was a strategic mess of pillows and blankets that made a surprisingly cozy den, and it was made all the better by the naked deer cuddling in the crook of his arm. Cuddling with Aedan was different than anything he’d done before. Sure, Galen had held the people he fucked, had even fallen asleep with them occasionally. But with the deer, there was no sex, or any expectation of sex. Just a couple of new friends resting toge
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The neko sat in a tree outside the west wing of the palace, his eyes glancing every so often at a window. Six months… it felt so long. He hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in all that time, forced to sleep on his own, both balcony and door guarded by Darius and Maia. He could see a camera poking out of a bush, but Finley didn’t even bat an eye any more. He was sick of it all. The cameras had ruined everything for him, and he would not give them what they wanted. Zaddis was supposed to
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Zaddis had barely gotten back to his room as his father came storming in, almost purple in the face with anger. "What. Did. You. Do!?" Not waiting for an answer, he threw a shirt at the werewolf, and once it was on, grabbed him by the collar and marched him to the dining room where the queen sat reading the papers and drinking her morning tea. Or... at least she HAD been reading the paper... she was currently staring at two pages from different publications. Queen Erin loo
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Morning came far too soon, Finley waking up early to an alarm in Zaddis’ pants. When the half elf left him to head back to his quarters, the neko found it impossible to go back to bed, and he got up, throwing on a set of light clothes. Later he knew he would have to return and put on his more regal clothing. The gods forbid he insult the nobles by not looking fancy enough. Opening the door out of his room, the neko found Maia looking at him with a knowing smile. “Couldn’t sleep without
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CASSIEL “There,” Amiri said, pointing toward a strange footprint in the dirt. “Lightweight, he barely left tracks.” The barbarian took off quickly, following footprints in the mud that soon intersected with strange claw marks. The group followed close behind, Regongar scowling at Amiri. “Does anyone else think it’s weird that we just happened to come across the boy’s tracks along the river?” the half orc demanded “Not if he was raised properly. If he got lost, he would
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The rest of the day passed uneventfully, save for the queen giving Finley a similar talk as Vincent, culminating in her reminding him to sleep well, and be up early and ready for court. For his part, Zaddis had slept the rest of the day in his wolf from before taking off to patrol the grounds after dark, secretly marking his territory at several spots Sleep well… it was easier said than done. Still, at least he had managed not to tuck tail so tightly around the queen again. She
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Ah, that I was not aware of lol.
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The illusion likely faded when they were caught, Zaddis not really having reason to keep it up at that point. And Vincent Lobos is the chief advisor to Queen Erin, a lord of Astara in his own right. Finley was only showing him the respect according to his station, a formality necessary for the occasion. Interesting enough, because of Vincent's position, Zaddis is also nobility, hence the Honourable Zaddis Lobos. Though nobility often changes when a new ruler ascends. It is not always hereditary any more.
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Turning the final bend of the ride, Zaddis lifted his head and let out a low growl. At the entrance, the guard stood, arms crossed, tapping his foot. “You know him Zaddis?” Finley asked, ready to tumble out of the boat if necessary. “I mean, not that you know all the guards, but is he safe?” Not that jumping out of the boat was really going to help here. They were fucked, and Finley knew it. “I’m sorry, I’ll make sure I take the blame for this, okay?” Huffing de
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Devyn has issues with his short term memory. At a certain point, if he can keep up with it, the signs would become more of a long term memory, but it will take a lot of work.
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It is impossible to know what might happen with the story, but with luck everyone will turn out safely. And the wolf being a teacher... well, you are close, but not quite. I suppose it could have been written better.
