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"It is clear you have all but mastered the creation inherent in conjuration," Eshe Foxcaller said in approval, looking at Mythara. "Your companion, however, appears focused elsewhere. I can feel the necromancy in this room. Perhaps he would be better suited elsewhere?" Jakun's ears folded, the catfolk wincing under the accusation. "It is my experience that a wide variety of skills is useful in life. Should we deny him a skill merely because he dabbles in another? Perhaps he will combin
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Yeah, things just seem to be getting worse and worse. A counselor is needed by yesterday.
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JASON The wolf sat on the track, glaring at his brother as the festival was slowly torn down. Jason knew how he felt, but his phone had been blowing up with texts all afternoon, Margaret demanding that they come home. Apparently she’d had enough time to “calm down”. Jason doubted that entirely, but he knew waiting would just make things worse. He had misjudged this entirely, and Jason was going to take his part in the blame. Who knew getting involved in a werewolf feud would end
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I have to agree. She is one of the worst characters I have written in my opinion. I can only hope she'll eventually see Devyn for the good boy he really is.
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DEVYN Pies, cakes, biscuits, cookies… Devyn’s mouth was salivating at all the smells around them. Dylan was sliding their entry fee over to an elf, the neko’s nerves adding a tinge of unease to the air that made the sweets smell even sweeter. Devyn set a hand on the neko’s shoulder, a comforting weight to his touch, and Dylan tensed slightly before relaxing. “Sorry, I’m nervous about this,” he muttered through his mask. “Don’t be. We got this. And if not, well, we trie
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"Look, I don't care if you are in charge of the caravan. If you set up the wagons like that, we could be ambushed without ever seeing it coming!" Amnor Sen growled. Niss Gromring bit at her thumb, spitting at Amnor Sen's feet before moving to organize the wagons. "She should be circling them, shouldn't she?" Jeremy asked, handing a waterskin to the elf. "She should be. But no, this place is safe, and she wants to keep everyone in line for a quicker start tomorrow. Who the fuck made h
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To be fair, you probably have never had someone holding you while brushing your teeth.
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JASON The neko pulled at Devyn’s arm, the wolf frowning at his brother. They were almost done getting dressed, just missing their shirts, but Jason knew he needed to do this. If he didn’t, the whole day could end up ruined by the wolf’s breath. Margaret seemed insistent that Devyn didn’t want to go, but Jason wasn’t sure why. The fact there were a lot of enticing smells that would encourage the wolf to eat the competitors? That Devyn hadn’t shown much excitement in the pie fundr
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"There should be plenty of light down there now." The Xanar brushed a web off their shoulder, Galen shuddering at the loose strand falling to the ground. "Ugh, I can't stand spiders… how much do I owe you?" the tiger asked. "Oh, that was taken care of already. And there are some theorists that say Xanar evolved from spider-like creatures. We do have eight arms and legs after all." The Xanar winked at the blue tiger, Galen gaping after them as they headed out of the house. Shaking
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Two doors stood before Jakun, one small and unassuming, the other tall enough to allow even Ivris to pass through. Between them stood an armoured Greycloak, sheathed longsword on his hip. “One final choice lies before you, Jakun Amurrun,” the Greycloak said. “Beyond these doors is the end of your Trials. One leads to a final test, before you may achieve your goal of godhood.” He motioned toward the giant door. “The other leads back to the Material Plane. By reaching this far, you
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Jakun looked over the four armies, goblins marching unmolested toward the village. Beside him, the Planetar was waiting quietly, a fiery longsword in hand. Their foes were marching into a ravine, the perfect place to bring death and destruction down upon them, and yet the two still waited. Distance was warped in Jakun’s mind, but he knew they had at most ten minutes before the army would be upon the village. “Our goal is a fighting retreat,” he said, looking at the angel. “My summons are st
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"So tell me Jakun. What is it you have in your book?" Mythara asked as they walked through Quantium. "I'm not going to take it or anything. I just want to see where you're starting from." "Mostly utility," Jakun shrugged. "I can summon, but that comes from me." "And the werewolf spirit," Mythara noted with a soft smile. "Well, however you get the spell, having it is always useful. The question is, how do you wish to use it? Personally, I've been travelling the multiverse, collecting vari
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"Adventuring? So… like, you want to raise money with our bodies… but not the fun way…" Jeremy grunted quietly, shaking his head sadly. "That is how you earn money, yes," Amnor Sen sighed, rolling his eyes. The parchment sat between them, Jeremy looking it over while ale flowed into his mug slowly. Raising the mug, the man took a deep drink, setting it down with a sigh. "So, let me guess. Sewers, guarding a wagon from a naga, slaying a dragon?" "Actually, they want us to
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"He put me in a diaper." Reinard had no idea why those were his first words. It was not something he wanted known. But he had to get it off his chest, and this seemed the best place, maybe the only place for the Faro to talk. Not that he wanted to spill his guts to Nareen. "Who put you in diapers?" the Xanar asked, taking the strange start in stride. Their pen clicked quietly, Reinard's fur bristling at the noise, though he had no idea why. "Galen. My housemate." "A
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Jakun had to admit, the Griffon's Roost was one of the nicest taverns he had seen yet. Instead of a bar area, there was a common room, a crackling fire in the center, giving off a pleasant warmth around the room. Straw mats circled the fireplace, spreading in a slow spiral that turned into tables the closer they got to the walls. It was a tavern made for people with no other place, and yet it made homelessness seem almost cozy. He sat at a table now, lapping at a mug of surprisingly fresh mi
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He had never realized how hot urine was. Galen knelt in the shower, Iason's urine running down his face as the white tiger grinned down at him. He was staring up at the Egaro, a dazed look on his face, more surprised than anything. Galen's rod was rock hard, the smell not as heavy as he thought it would be. As someone who had already been pissed on by a Faro, Galen was definitely getting his fill of the hot liquid today. "Good boy," Iason smirked, his hand running over Galen's head.
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A slow and steady thunder filled their ears as Zephyr pulled the wagon toward the large city of Quantium. Marching slowly around the walls of the city was a green golem, nearly twenty feet high, arcane symbols apparent on its body even from this distance. Every step produced thunder, shaking the ground nearby as it moved. A long line of travellers and wagons sat in front of the city gates, Zephyr stopping behind a wagon that appeared full of… "Those are demons!" Amnor Sen said sharply,
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Paladins are nothing if not strong willed. He has bent so far already, rescuing a catfolk necromancer. But he still resists change. It is not a good thing for a prospective hero.
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The wagon bumped over the road, Jakun wincing as his head knocked against the side of the cart. Rubbing at his head, the amurran glared at his spellbook, the runic script starting to hurt Jakun's eyes. "I don't know how you do it," Jeremy yawned widely, leaning against the side of the cart. "I can't read on the move." "Jeremy, you've said that every morning for the past four days. Find something else to complain about," Amnor Sen grumbled, guiding Zephyr around a larger pothole. J
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Yeah, there are certain things you don't do if you're hiding, and playing fireman in a tiger's toilet is one of those things. He'd be better off in diapers lol
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He felt defiled by his own hands. Filth, trash. What Faro would want him after he had spilled his seed? There were other reasons why he would never bond, but this forced the fox to look that fact in the eye. He was damaged goods. Tampered with. Even Galen wanted nothing to do with him. Not that he wanted the tiger either. But it just showed him how fucked he was. Or unfucked, in this case. He pushed into Room Four, frowning as the smell hit him. This… wasn't the smell of sex. The roo
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"Hey, have you seen Jakun?" Jeremy looked up from his sausage, frowning. Amnor Sen was standing by the table, straightening his chain shirt. "He should be in his room, right?" the cleric asked. "He's not there," Amnor Sen said quietly. "You don't think he left…?" Jeremy shook his head, swallowing the last of his breakfast. Grabbing his bag, the man frowned. "No, the wand is gone. He wouldn't steal that… would he?" Amnor Sen shrugged helplessly. "I don't know…"
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His face burned every time he thought of those fingers, wrapping around his penis. Jakun rubbed at his eyes tiredly, his body sated, but his mind a mess. It had been nearly two hours since Amnor Sen helped him. Two hours of doubting himself, of wondering… what if…? "Fuck him," Anya said, sitting on the bed. "Just fuck him and se what it's like. Or fuck Jeremy." "It feels so weird though…" Jakun grimaced. "If it's anything like with that woman, I want nothing to do with it." "Jere
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They went their separate ways as soon as they entered the porneo. Galen was almost proud of the Faro. It had to be his first time masturbating, as hard as that was for the tiger to understand. How someone could go seventeen years without the sweet bliss of release was beyond him. He would have congratulated the fox in the boat, but Reinard's murderous glare stopped him, as usual. The tiger sighed quietly, looking around as he entered the building. Iason should be around somewhere. And for o
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Yeah, that's fair.
