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The wolf closed the shop door, making sure it was locked before heading around the back of the store. The fall evening still held some light to it, and Jordan grumbled. He couldn’t wait for the middle of winter when he would be able to transform in darkness, where it would be hard to tell who he was. Werewolves had been around for centuries, coming into the public eye when King Paelius and his consort had decreed they were no longer to be hunted but embraced instead. Opinion of the wolves ha
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There are some people who find it next to impossible to mess up on purpose. Artemis is one of them. Besides, he could have messed up, but it likely would not have been as obvious as Elias.
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Reinard gripped his necklace in his hand as he approached the ship. The Science Fleet. He didn’t know if the designation was good or bad. Both Artemis and Elias were in the Exploration fleet. Maybe they wouldn’t need him on the ship. Pressing his hand against the ship’s lock, Reinard walked up the ramp, lost in thought. But not too lost to see Artemis laying in the hall. “Artemis?! Are you okay?!” The Faro fell next to the tiger, checking for a pulse. Artemis was alive, barely.
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Jordan is a reluctant werewolf in a world that celebrates monsters. Stuck with a curse that can never be lifted, his life seems like it will never improve. Until he finds a young man on the streets in need of his help. Can this monster help a stranger in his time of need?
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Jordan bit into a burger hungrily. He had been out all night and would have a repeat tonight. “I see you’re on your period.” A young elf sat across from the man, a playful smile on her face. “Shut up Arisa,” Jordan muttered, taking another bite. Arisa smirked, reaching to grab a fry from Jordan’s platter. A sudden growl stopped her in her tracks, and she held up her hands. “Okay, okay, I get it,” she said. “I was wondering where you had gone off to last night.” “It hit ar
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The AI responds to verbal commands. If Artemis can't speak, he can't call for help.
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The ship touched down with a thump and Reinard let go of the chair. No one moved for a moment, everyone lost in their own thoughts. If the time remained frozen, the Faro wouldn’t have to deal with what came next. With a sigh, Artemis stood up, breaking the moment. “It’s midday right now,” he said. “Reinard, we need to get you a translator. And Elias needs a pair of glasses. I’ve been putting that off for far too long.” Reinard knew what the tiger was doing. If they didn’t get movi
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The tiger stood before General Aro, heart pounding loudly in his chest. “You lost five Faro and a tanker in transit. To Dalmar pirates. And you have no idea why Dalmar pirates would be working to deny their planet water.” “General, I believe they were paid to attack us. Someone wants the Faro and the Dalmar to go to war again.” “Well they won’t be attacking anyone ever again,” the Xanar said. “Thanks to your burst, we were able to pinpoint their location and destroy the ship in under
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The man wandered through the forest, an invisible sensor floating over his shoulder. The spy was around here somewhere, just waiting to get the jump on him. He wouldn’t, not this time. Mythal heard a bush rustle, and his sword appeared in his hand. An elf dropped from a tree behind him, layers of gambeson covering most of his body. A spear materialized in his grip, and the elf rushed at Mythal. The human spun, sliding his arm around the spear and wrenching it from the elf’s grasp. “Y
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“Captain Artemis!” Artemis turned his head, spotting a cream Faro hurrying toward him. The tiger let out a sigh. He already had to spend a day away from Elias to check on their ship. With another interruption, he might have to spend another night in port. The Faro saluted crisply, his striped black bracer showing his rank of private. “Fleet Command requests your presence, urgent.” “Fleet Command?” Artemis frowned. It was strange for him to be singled out. He was IEFL, not mil
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Elias walked through the flowers behind Reinard’s house, happy to not be worrying for once. They were beautiful, though alien, purples mixed with oranges, a blue bulb appearing here and there. The air on the planet was cool, and Artemis had bought him a light coat from the port. He wore it now, trying to find a patch of sunlight to relax in. Not an easy task with the clouds that constantly passed over the sun. It had taken the neko a few days to get comfortable around the house. The bu
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“A new ship…?” Artemis echoed weakly. He leaned back in his chair, head spinning. This was not the reward he had been expecting. Not that he had been expecting any reward at all. “Yes. I want to make sure my kit is safe out in space,” Ceirel smiled. “This is…. This….” “This is a great gift Mara,” Reinard cut in, smiling. “Thank you.” “You told Reinard we needed a new ship,” Elias hiccoughed. Artemis felt the neko’s hand brush his thigh and his tail flicked uneasily.
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I enjoyed this story on nifty and I am looking forward to rereading it.
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Elias flattened himself against a branch as a howl pierced the silence of the forest. They were coming for him; they had his scent. “Elias.” Looking up, the neko saw Artemis sitting perfectly balanced on the branch. Letting out a cry, he threw himself at the tiger, his arms wrapping around Artemis. “You’re okay. They can’t hurt you,” the tiger whispered, stroking his hair, calming him. “They aren’t real.” “Y-you’re real…?” Artemis chuckled quietly. “You’re asleep ki
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A door slammed closed, startling Artemis. He stood up as a Faro, a Dalmar, and a Xanar approached. “Good afternoon Captain,” the Dalmar said, holding out a hand. A blue bracer rested on her forearm, and Artemis shook her hand before throwing an uncertain salute. The Dalmar chuckled, her chocolate fur shaking. “Relax Captain,” the Faro laughed. “We’re a relaxed bunch here. It tends to make new recruits more willing to join when you don’t bite their heads off immediately.”
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“Get the tablets. We’re heading to the ship now,” Artemis said, setting Reinard on the hotel bed. The Faro was out cold, and the tiger gently shook him. There was no response. “Fuck,” the tiger muttered. “Come on. I want to get him to a med bay. Who knows when he was last checked?” Elias scurried around the room, gathering everything they had brought with them. It wasn’t much, but it still filled his arms. Artemis scooped the fox back into his arms and hurried out of the room agai
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It could have turned out very badly. But when you're an abused slave, even death might seem preferable to your situation. And with nothing to live for, nothing to lose, what's stopping you from taking your fate in your own hands?
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To be fair, Elias isn't used to alcohol. Maybe he'll eventually learn to control himself when drunk.
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A loud knock woke the tiger up. Grumbling about never being allowed to sleep as much as he wanted, Artemis rolled away from Elias and stood up. The neko’s eyes blinked at him, cocooned under the sheets, and he smiled. “Morning sleepyhead,” he grinned, the neko bringing his mood back up. Another knock at the door sent it plummeting once more. The tiger sped across the room, throwing the door open. “Morning Captain,” the black Dalmar on the other side said, adjusting his glasse
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A lot of it is mental. There have been beings with frail hearts who do not do well with the test.
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I hope so too. But first thing's first, Elias needs to survive the testing...
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Let's hope the witch is gone And yes, Elias does seem to enjoy massaging the tiger. It's great to see him coming out of his shell more.
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A beep roused Artemis from his bed. Grumbling, he stood up and threw on his shirt. Examining his drawer of chips, the tiger sighed. To use a translator or not to use a translator? Shrugging, the tiger left the room without the chip. It wouldn’t really help him anyways. Passing into the cockpit, he began the process of slowing the ship to just below lightspeed, before heading to the bathroom to relieve himself. Returning to the cockpit, the tiger scanned the ship. Elias was hiding
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Agreed. She''s the one who really needs the shower lol. Though in her case, maybe it should be a bath in liquid nitrogen, cool her hot head...
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I'm transitioning to female, and I'm as far along as insurance will let me be, which is to say, not far at all.
