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Shh, mustn't squeal too loud or I'll wake the bf. But OMG, this chapter, I fucking loved it. I just love it when tough guys realize, hey, maybe I can be a little softer. We saw it when Arric met Cyn, and we see it now with Kieran. Lay aside the alpha for a bit and just be a wolf happy to have found love.
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The bow served them well through the fortress, Lapis sniping troll after troll. Acid left them utterly defenseless, and he made sure to end every trollhound he saw. Khemet wasn’t hit a single time during their fight to the lower levels of the fortress. Room after room was laid bare before them, yet no bag appeared, no scroll was found to save Cassiel. Lapis was starting to despair; he needed someone to take the burden of command. The amurrun was clearly not cut out for this, and he knew it,
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DEVYN The wolf kept pace with Ruby until they reached the hill. The pack had already thinned out considerably, several other wolves surging ahead while Ruby held back. Devyn was fighting the urge to chase after the ten wolves who were drawing ahead of him, but it was a losing battle. And then they hit Wolfsbane. One by one, the other wolves fell to Ruby’s relentless pacing, falling behind as Devyn nudged just ahead of his running partner. She knew what she was doing, but he
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] Swords clashed and parted, Jeremy grinning at the other fighter. They stood in a circle of crewmembers, a raucous chanting filling the ship as the crew cheered on their champion. The cleric took a swig of ale from his mug, swaying in time with the ship. It was always more fun to fight drunk, and as the ship rolled under his feet, Jeremy’s grin widened. He was out of his element, but that didn’t matter. A hundred silver rode on the outcome of this bout, but that didn’t matter either.
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Galen stirred a pot of noodles slowly, listening to the droning hum of the Xanar’s machine. Relys had been working on Reinard for hours, which struck the Egaro as odd. There wasn’t really that much Faro to dye. “If we’re trying to hide him, should he really be working at a porneo?” the tiger asked, looking over at Themis. “Of course. No one expects a Faro to be working at a porneo, no matter how desperate they are. And I can almost guarantee that the Faro he will look like would be mor
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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
