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The bike rumbled comfortingly as Jordan pulled up to the wolf complex. He was nervous about this meeting, nervous about what it could mean for him and Damian. Scanning the area carefully, the werewolf spotted the same man who had shown up to the bookstore the day before. He shut off his bike with a sigh, Damian climbing off. Together, the wolf and the cat approached the man. Jordan placed his arm around Damian possessively, and the other wolf smiled at the gesture. “Hello Jordan,”
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Jordan curled up against Damian in front of a fireplace, the flames crackling merrily as the neko stroked his head. “Who’s a good boy?” Damian whispered in the werewolf’s ear, and Jordan grinned. An earsplitting shriek filled the air and Jordan darted up in his bed, clapping his hands over his ears. Flames flickered silently along the walls of the apartment, the fire alarm wailing for anyone near to get out. Standing, Jordan pulled his hands away from his head, wincing in pain at
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Regarding Coirus, perhaps you are reaching, perhaps not. If there is one thing I have learned as a GM in Dungeons and Dragons, it's to take ideas from all places
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Jordan’s heart nearly stopped as the words left Halor’s lips. How had he known? Jordan had been so careful to hide his disease from everyone. “Jordan-” Blanche started. “Miss Reyla, I just want you to know that if you are going to fire Jordan, I won’t be working here anymore,” Damian said suddenly, his ears flattening. Blanche shook her head. “Jordan, can you open tomorrow?” “Um… sure,” Jordan said. “I’m getting too old for this drama,” Blanche sighed, heading into the ba
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It's bad publicity for the store though.
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They walked to work the next day, Damian not wanting to risk the biscuits on the motorcycle. Jordan was sure they would be dried out by now, but Damian assured him that as long as they kept the small towel over the pastries they would be fine. The neko was more concerned about the secondhand shirt they had bought with the extra two coppers left after buying the material for the biscuits. “I feel like it was too expensive…” “Look, if Miss Reyla gets upset at the clothing, I’ll take
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They used Arisa’s car, the elf joking about having to get dog and cat hair off the seats. Jordan put up with the jokes, having heard them all from her before. Damian didn’t seem sure of how to handle the elf. “So, do we want neko food or Eastern Elven?” Arisa asked. Jordan spotted a look in Damian’s eyes as Arisa mentioned neko food. He himself hadn’t had neko in over a year, since the incident with that bastard who had cursed him with his disease. “Neko sounds good to me,” he sai
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You truly make the world come to life ❤️
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Hopefully all will be given a reason to enjoy each other soon
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Zachary Stevens sat in a Portsmouth pub, sipping at a cranberry vodka mix. It was the perfect drink, bitter and sharp, just like his life. He was gone. He quit. And Zachary kept telling himself he understood, but he really didn’t. Of course a wolf wouldn’t want to be with a dragon. They were both predators, it would never work, having two aggressors in a relationship, two tops. It just sucked that in nearly fifty years of life, Zachary was still a virgin. The pub door opened and a dr
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Two dragons suffering in love meet each other one day. This is the story of their trials together, with no guarantee that life will be easy.
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“Knowledge may be power, but too much power is death.” The next day we discussed how to face a necromancer while we walked. It took nearly four hours to reach High Hedge, following the road west out of town. You still hadn’t told me your reasons for studying transmutation, but I had my suspicions. We kept quiet about the subject around our companions, but there were other things to fill our minds. Like the razzleberry bush we ran into. I insisted you collect extra for us to munch on.
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Yeah, I misjudged the size of the burning hands spell. The Colour Spray is a very strong alternative, and it works much better with Aerin's personality.
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“When you play with life, you learn quickly, life is no game.” It took the entire day to get you healed. We returned to our rooms after, and you slept soundly. In the morning, Jaheira told us her hopes for the day, to find the house infested with spiders and clear them out. You instantly began reading up on your fire spells, despite my warnings that fire might not be the best weapon for fighting in a house. Jaheira read out the location of the house, next to the Jovial Juggler inn.
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It could be. I haven't played through this game before, so your guess is as god as mine.
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“Being an adult is being responsible for your life as well as your actions.” We returned the girdle to a dwarf in the inn, Jaheira taking care to ensure the correct girdle was returned. For our efforts, we got seventy gold and an order to take a bath to relieve the stench of ogre still present on us. I smelled nothing. But then, dwarves are rather strange creatures. Jaheira set a book down on the table where Khalid and Aerin were eating a small breakfast. “All that is
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He has an elven build, but he also contains human heritage. Suffice it to say that while Khalid is well muscled, Aerin does not lack in the muscles either.
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“Nature’s servant awaits.” The next day was bright and clear, a marked improvement over the past few days. You woke wrapped around me as you usually did, our shared body heat warming us both. We shared the cost of two rooms with Jaheira and Khalid, wanting to give them their privacy. It was the right decision if the smiles on their faces were anything to go by. We shared a breakfast from our bags, Khalid discussing the task for the next few days. There was an ogre that needed to be
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“Of goblins and rings are tales untold. Of dragons and rings, there are many to behold.” You slept fitfully that night, plagued by your actions as so many before you have been. Even the warmth of my body could do little to soothe you. Not for the first time, I wondered if you might need a body to comfort you, one that was human, not dragon. If you ever found someone to give you that pleasure, I would not envy you. But while we were on the run, it was unlikely you would ever find a frie
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The chapter came out fast because I waited until I was two chapters ahead before posting.
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Aerin will certainly need to learn the benefit of withholding information. Perhaps Gorion's friends can help with that.
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“You must choose your company wisely.” You ran that night and didn’t see what happened. I saw. I saw Gorion’s last stand, the fight he put up to keep you alive. His opponents were outmatched, but he was outnumbered, and though he slay many, even the strongest master may fall in the end. Aerin’s eyes opened groggily, his body cold from a night under the stars. He needed a blanket or a bedroll, and briefly, the half-elf wondered why Winthrop had not offered him one. Then th
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"Some dragons mate for life." Translation: you're cute, fuck me. 😛
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“Those who would destroy knowledge with ink, fire, or sword will be destroyed in turn.” -The Rule of Candlekeep I remember the first time I laid my eyes on you. A young boy of 10, golden hair and orange eyes, just starting to learn your first spell, to identify magic items. It was so difficult for you, wrapping your mind around the complexities of magic. It endeared you to me, watching you struggle. You would not give up. Unbeknownst to you, I slipped into the room where you studied, l
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This is a tale of the Forgotten Realms, taken from the Baldur's Gate series. An orphan raised by a sage in the library fortress of Candlekeep is forced to flee for his life from forces who want him dead. He must discover who is hunting him and why, while keeping his friends safe. A tall order for a half-elf who has never left the library before.
