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Yeah. Even my BF says they're ugly.
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DEVYN The wolf’s body fell onto the bed, landing in a mix of skin and fur. Devyn let out a growl, shoving his snout under his pillows. He didn't need Marin's class. A bunch of faelaera sitting around in human form, complaining about how much being a werewolf sucked. It was a waste of time. But his mom didn't seem to understand that. Of course, growling at Jason hadn't helped his case at all. His parents always asked for someone to pass food at the table. It was unusual for people to reach
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His mates were waiting for him when he got home. As he knew they would be. Dylan was nowhere to be seen, and Jordan assumed he was sleeping. It had been a long day, especially for a baby. The wolf sat on the couch, between Damian and Lysander. Damian handed him a biscuit, and Jordan smiled, taking the offering. "I love you," he said, kissing the neko. "What about me?" Lysander demanded. "I'm still debating with you." "Ouch..." Damian and Lysander both laughed, Jorda
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My take on this whole story. First of all, I'm loving how you have fleshed out the story. I never really liked Dorian, but hearing his story has definitely changed my opinion of him. He has always had anger issues due to his father, but only recently do we see them becoming more detrimental to himself, and likely eventually to his pack. I agree that Levi is likely behind him, and I wonder what made Dorian choose Levi as beta. Sure they are friendly, but I would hesitate to call the two of them true friends. In any case, I am grateful to have picked up this series again. The first book is as enjoyable the fourth time reading it as the first, and Chris' story makes me feel so much for him. It is really no surprise that the same has happened with Dorian's tale. I can't wait to see how his back story continues to pan out.
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Jordan set up a table in front of the store. Lysander stood near his truck, Dylan in his arms and Blanche playing with the baby neko. Today was going to be packed with the bake sale. At least Jordan felt the energy from the moon pulling at him, making him more active than before. He always got this rush of energy close to the full moon. "Where do you want the box of biscuits?" Damian asked. "I thought you were in charge of those. I'm selling books," Jordan replied. The neko nodded
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He's about three and a half feet tall. So yes, he is very short.
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When Jason was six, he was involved in an accident that stole his parents and his voice. Left alone in a world that attacked him at every turn, he learned to hold onto his light and find comfort in himself. Then he was adopted by a family of wolves, and everything changed. Born a wolf, Devyn doesn't understand many of the rules of his two legged family. He tries his hardest, but life on all four is much more fun. Not many get him, even in his own family, but his new brother seems different somehow.
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JASON Jason stood in the doorway of the house, his new home. After ten years in an orphanage, he had a family again. A family he barely knew, but he was still grateful to be out of the orphanage, away from all the elves and humans that bullied him over his marble grey tail. "Welcome home," Margaret smiled, entering behind him. "Richard should be home tomorrow. He took a shipment to Sarelin." The neko nodded silently, looking around the living room. A large couch sectioned off the room f
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As Adan weaved back through the garden, he was approached by a guard. “Forgive me Your Majesty, but we were told not to let you walk on your own,” Eran said, his hand on the pommel of his sword. Nodding, Adan focused on Roku’s energy, feeling the tiger approaching from behind. He had the tiger’s support, as always. “I hope I will be seeing you in the sparring ring tomorrow,” he said, focusing on Eran once more. “Of course Your Majesty.” The words nagged at Adan. His title was
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Damian stood in front of Lysander and Jordan, an ear flicking nervously. Jordan thought he looked adorable, but the werewolf remained silent, respectful of his mate. Whatever Damian had to say had the neko nearly wringing his hands. It had been nearly two weeks since the wild events that had thrust the three mates together. Jordan could feel the moon that night, growing slowly to its fullest. They had another four days before he and Lysander would shift, leaving Damian to watch Dylan. Lysan
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This is something I actually looked up. A baby fox is a lot, and the plural is kites.
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“What are we doing here?” Tristan sat on a swing, pushing it gently with his feet. The vampire shrugged, the creaks of the chains holding the swing up filling the predawn air. “I just like to swing,” he said. “Does there have to be a profound reason for everything we do?” Simon looked around them at the empty park, a soccer pitch nearby, a large play structure in a pit of bark. This was where all the rich parents took their kids, and they expected only the best. The vampire remembered the par
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His apartment gleamed from top to bottom. All the dishes in the kitchen were drying, the garbage taken out. Even the bathroom had been scrubbed clean. And yet Jacob procrastinated. He should call Laura. He needed to call Laura. Or was he supposed to call her Jason? Jacob dropped onto the couch in his living room, letting out a long sigh. This was so confusing. Why was it so hard to call her? Him? They were best friends, almost lovers. They should be able to talk about anything. His pho
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Basically they are descendants that come from a human making a bargain with devils. They aren't always human though. There is a possibility Hope might come from an Elven parent given his appearance. A google search can bring up an image of a typical tiefling, though Hope has noticeable differences, giving his connection to rakshasas.
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He still felt the ghost of water on his skin. Kyle sat in the library at lunch, mind wandering. That game was so real. It made him wonder exactly how real it could get. He was supposed to be editing his paper, but the screen on the computer in front of him spoke of other things. The magic system in Mithzara was different than any he had seen in other games. Here the rule of intent was the guiding force of magic, within certain parameters. There seemed to be two or three different use
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The spell ended just before they reached the gates of Four Pines. Their horse let out a soft warning and Elluin stopped them, dismounting. Hope nearly fell off after him, his entire body sore. "Let that be the last horse I ever ride," he groaned, stretching painfully. "I doubt that will be a choice you have." The tiefling grunted as the horse vanished, back to... wherever unsummoned beasts went. He still couldn't figure his companion out. So she was a member of the Thieves' Guild. If
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"That will be five copper." Jordan took the silver, cringing at the tingle he always felt when he touched the metal. He handed five copper back to the woman with her book. "Thank you," the woman smiled, stepping aside for the next person. Jordan checked the books he was handed, mentally totalling the cost. Three books, all rather thick. "I have a school project coming up," the elf explained. Jordan nodded. "Two silver." Fuck he hated these coins. Why were werewolves a
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Korinth'kriaske. The Cave of Death. Fifty years ago, a summoner had opened a portal to the Outer Planes, bringing forth an army of fiends. They struck the Do'Kalen Woods, planning to create a base from which the fiends would bring war and ruin to the Material Plane. The elven tribe fought back valiantly for eight months, their warriors bolstered by adventurers and even an Avatar of Lynestra herself. Still the fiends held the advantage, their numbers swarming the defenders and their source hidden
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Finally there was light. Hope could see fine in the dark, another boon of his fiendish heritage, but he had always felt safer during the day. The tiefling watched a bird perch on a branch, a crow of some sort. He didn't care what it was. He just cared about the arrow he was about to loose. The missile shot through the air, the bird plummeting to the ground a moment later. Hope moved from his hiding spot, jogging to where his breakfast lay. His stomach gurgled loudly as the tiefling colle
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A spell wasted. Elluin grumbled quietly as he sat beside the river, staring at the walls of Kalen. He was close to home, but he was not entering the woods. Not when his quarry could slip further away at any moment. If the tiefling had come this way, someone in the village would know. He only wished he could have made it here before the gates had closed. If that gods damned mimic hadn't slowed him down... He was still happy it was dead. Who knew how many people it might have killed? Maybe it
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Actually I haven't quite figured Hope out. He's definitely sorcerous with a Rakshasa bloodline, but he also might turn out to be an Arcanist, if he can learn to use magic from a spellbook. I'm glad you're enjoying the story
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A hand woke Hope, crawling up his back. For a moment, the tiefling had to remind himself where he was. The cottage by the road, with the friendly elf... whose hand was now working its way to wrap around his chest. Opening his eyes, Hope rolled over tiredly. "I thought you were going... to..." The hand didn't belong to the elf. It wasn't even a hand, it was... it looked like a tentacle. Hope tried to sit up, but he found his back covered in a strange slime, sticking to the bed. "S
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He was on the run from the city guard. It was the only thing that made sense to Elluin. If Hope had been running an orphanage for ten years, he wouldn't leave for a little vacation. No, he must have been chased out of the city. But which way? Elluin studied the map of western Atharia, plotting the distance to nearby villages. Kalen, Garysel, Four Pines... He could be heading to any one of those. Or he could have left the city by ship. The elf folded up the map he had purchased from the M
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"I must say I'm impressed." Hope yelped as a halfling appeared next to him. Recovering quickly, he stepped away from her warily, recognising her as the same halfling that had approached him the night before. That was the third time someone had snuck up on him in two days. He must be getting rusty. Though the river was gurgling rather loudly here. Perhaps that was why he hadn't heard the halfling approach. "I did not expect Nileen to give up the ring." "That gnome was a friend of your
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The dying light of day cascaded down upon the world. The skies glowed with colour, casting a rainbow across the clouds. In the dim twilight, a crescent moon appeared, hanging over the quiet world. The river Garys flowed gently through the land, winding westward through the Do'Kalen Woods until it met the Silver Ocean. Sitting at the junction of the two bodies of water was a magnificent city; Cadara, a jewel across the lands. Cobblestone roads wound through the city, passing decadent building
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