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He slid the key under the door for Jakun. Knowing Jeremy, it was probably an invitation, though considering that anyone could have picked the key up, it wasn't a very good idea.
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"Ecanus, the City of Arcane Flesh…" Jeremy gagged at the words, tearing his eyes from the sign. "Necromancy, with extra steps." "No, necromancy is using the dead's soul. I believe this doesn't use souls at all," Jakun denied, scratching behind an ear. "It's where a lot of the monsters in the Axan Woods came from. Or so Loran always said. This was one of his favourite cities to talk about visiting. After Mechitar, of course. I think he wanted to become a Blood Lord." "I have no id
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An arrow sped at a wall, completely missing the target and shattering on impact. Jakun winced as the bowstring nearly tore through his arm again, lowering the bow. "That was pretty bad… are you scared of the bow?" Wil shook his head with a grunt, the dwarf stepping into the store. He returned with a leather bracer, handing it to the catfolk. "Here, put this over your left arm. It will keep you in one piece." Jakun sighed as he set his new bow aside, and slid the bracer over h
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The Faro stared at the thick barrier of webbing, thinner strands covering the tunnel they had cut two nights ago. "Well, you'll be happy to hear there are plenty of spiders still present," he said, holding a tall branch in his hands. "You did not have to tell me that," Galen grumbled, still cleaning the same dish he had been scrubbing for the last ten minutes. It amused Reinard, to see the tiger so scared by such a tiny creature. And he was going to milk that fear for all he could.
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To be fair, one of them is a wolf with little concept of societal niceties, and the other is a teenage neko who just wants to help his brother out. Besides, it's also to show Margaret that even though Devyn is a wolf, he still has value. Granted, this could still backfire horribly.
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DEVYN His hand wiped the dust off his laptop, Devyn trying to remember how to work the device. There were too many buttons, and he could barely see anything against the silver background of the keys. It had been months since he had last used the machine and that had only been because using a pencil was more tortuous for the wolf when it came to schoolwork. Even now, three days into school, he hadn’t actually used the laptop, seeing no need to take notes. Though now he barely remember
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Sometimes things need to be said. And sometimes a bit of liquid courage helps get the words out. Cleaning up afterward is often a pain though.
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Amnor Sen slipped another pair of rings together, listening to the heavy strikes from the forge. He was almost done with Jeremy's shirt. His own shirt wasn't as bad, he would be able to fix it in a few hours. The door to the shop opened, Jakun stumbling into the building, followed by Jeremy. "A boy becomes a man!" the cleric cheered, Jakun nearly stumbling before him. "Welcome back," Amnor Sen said drily. "Don't touch anything." "Oh come on you uptight buzzkill… hey, I need like…
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The lore is rather vague on that, but I mean, if you're a catboy, you have to have barbs. I will have it no other way.
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His throat was dry, his tail limp. Jakun stared at the woman, not exactly sure what he was supposed to do. He had paid his two gold, and now he had an hour with her. And he knew the mechanics of the thing. But was he supposed to just… do it? Anya was no help here. The werewolf had already told him he was on his own. She was not going to help him have sex. He wasn't sure how to feel about that. Lost and confused? A little hurt? But grateful that he had his space… A tub was filled with w
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"Well, so much for no touching…" The tiger sat at the kitchen table, a cup of posca in hand. He took a sip of the cold drink, old wine mixing with tart fruit and water to wake Galen up. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, blinking blearily out the kitchen window. The sun was coming up, the angry dawn speaking of the rainy season. He would have to figure out if there was a way to board up the house. The tiger heard a rustling, followed by a loud thump and a muffled grumble. A minute la
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I am sorry to hear you are not enjoying this story, but I completely understand the subject matter is a little much for some people. Thank you for giving it a chance.
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JASON The neko stared at his computer, trying to figure out exactly what was being celebrated on the screen. Death? The end of a journey? Jason was utterly confused. The prayers to Zasar, those were normal for the deceased. Everyone gave an offering to the god of graves in hope that their memorials would be undisturbed. But the elves seemed to go above and beyond, thanking Zasar for taking their loved ones away. Either they were monumental ass kissers, or there was some nuance to the
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The body fell, toppling over the side of the bridge. Jeremy stared at the dwarf as he dropped beneath the clouds. "I do believe that is a… rather violent and disturbing win for Jakun. Who wants a drink?" Jeremy asked, looking at the catfolk. Amnor Sen grunted, looking at Jakun sadly. The amurrun met his gaze, a darkness in his eyes. Shaking his head, Amnor Sen turned away. Jeremy turned toward Kurst, an inquisitive look on his face. “Why would the gun explode like that though
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Agreed. Perhaps he should use his medicine a little more. It might make living with each other a lot easier.
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The dryer beeped quietly, Reinard wrenching the door open with a loud grunt. Hot air flooded out, the Faro flinching away as a veritable avalanche of bedding tumbled out of the machine. Digging his way out of the burning hot clothing, the fox sighed loudly. He really needed to stop wetting the bed… but he had no idea what was causing it in the first place. His dreams were full of death and despair, but no more than they normally were. The only difference was they now included his segal.
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The trio walked along the mile long bridge, Jakun's tail twisting itself in knots. He didn't want to do this. The amurrun knew he was about to die. And the amount of time he had been close to death lately, he almost wanted to just get it over with. "Jakun, whatever happens today, you have our support," Amnor Sen said. "I don't want to fight him." 'Do it anyway. He's a loose end. Trust me, I know how people like him can get, swearing vengeance to their dying breath,' Anya growled. 'He
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Yeah, the poor kitty can't seem to catch a break.
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It was a duel. Just a duel. Jeremy had gotten into Shelyn knew how many duels before. Now it seemed it was Jakun's turn. Amnor Sen was not happy about being the second in yet another duel. But he was grateful Jakun wasn't swinging from a rope. "Methusda, do you know anything about this Kurst?" Amnor Sen asked. "He's another gnome who lives at the Gunworks," the gnome frowned. "Knows everything there is to know about the weapons." "Do you know if he is honourable?" the elf added. "Nei
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He watched the tiger pushing into Daphne, taking her, filling her. Iason groaned loudly, his hips slapping against the tigress, hands holding Daphne down. The whole scene disturbed Galen, the moans, the soft murmurs, the high growls. The tiger tried to ignore Daphne, focusing more on Iason. He couldn't. He couldn't watch this. There needed to be another dick there… and less boobs. Shutting off the video, Galen let out a heavy sigh, heading toward the door. He stepped outside, watching th
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They took him to the courtyard at dawn, a gallows permanently erected, a fresh rope waiting. Jakun stared up at the eye, the cat's tail limp in resignation. A crowd was gathered around the gallows, elf, dwarf, and man all eagerly awaiting his death. He didn't know what he had done to anger them all. He had only tried to stop a robbery like he'd been told they were supposed to. "Anya… please help me…" he whispered. Hands bound behind his back, the cat couldn't do anything to help hims
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When you see someone brutally murder a member of your own race, the case tends to seem pretty cut and dry.
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Amnor Sen watched the jailer's wagon rumble away, Jeremy kneeling next to the mauled dwarf. "What in the gods' names happened?" Jeremy demanded. "Did he get attacked by a wildcat?" "A wild catfolk," a man said, covering the dwarf's corpse. He tossed it into another wagon as Jeremy and Amnor Sen looked at each other in horror. "Jakun did this?" "This catfolk, did he have dark fur and a book on his hip?" Amnor Sen demanded. "Yup, that's him. We have reason to believe he was
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The key here is fierceness. There's nothing saying a predator has the be fierce 😜
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The smell of mint filled the kitchen, Reinard standing on a stool and stirring a mug. A solitary leaf steeped in the boiling liquid, the fox staring at it in interest. "It doesn't smell that strong… are you sure they gave me the right stuff?" he asked, looking at Themis. The tiger was busy setting up a pasta, humming quietly, a strange bouncy tune. "Oh yeah. Nepáta is a controlled substance. Noreen used an entire plant bred for smell in the office. The stuff you have was designed
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