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The fox was gay. He was almost certain of it. Jacob wasn't sure how to handle that information. Should he call Gaius out? Pretend the kitsune hadn't popped wood while laying on him? Maybe he wasn't gay. Maybe it was just the fact there was a body under him. Jacob had to admit it had felt kind of nice having a body covering him. He let out a quiet sigh, running a cloth over his sword. Laura- no, Elliot, he reminded himself- had agreed to meet him here twenty minutes ago. Jacob had already run
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Ink stained Hope's fingers, the quill in his hand shaking slightly as he copied the letter onto a sheet of parchment. He had never had to write before, and it showed. "Huh, I guess we're back. That was… what, a week?" he muttered. Ink dripped from his quill, splattering the parchment, and Hope cursed quietly. "Eilthairi," he murmured, energy rushing from his hand and onto the parchment. The ink vanished, the parchment blank once more. It was the only big spell in the tiefling's b
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A gnome with a racial hatred. A guild with an axe to grind. Separated by circumstance, Elluin and Hope must deal with their issues alone. But perhaps new friends can even the odds. Their lives may very well hang in the balance.
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Hmm, playing two angles at once without realising it? I'm surprised, usually Stratos seems very in tune with Gemini's emotions.
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Sounds like someone needs a new career. And a new obsession. Why mess with someone who is so obviously not meant for you? Leon should just quit while he's still ahead. Sort of...
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For once the Adventurers Guild was nearly empty. Hope stood before the quest board, taking in the numerous problems people around the town were facing. Anything from another request to find a ring, to a tribe of gnolls encroaching on the town. There was even a post asking for workers to help with a tavern that was going up a couple hours out of Cadara. The tiefling shook his head with a sigh. The only job that seemed to pay somewhat well was a hunt for a werewolf that had been seen near the
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The wolf rolled around on the bed, his fur leaving trails that fell from the mattress. It was childish, he knew, but he had been stuck inside for the last three days. With the full moon finally ending, his body was reverting back to his elf form. Elluin was free once more. Panting in a pile of fur, the skinwalker shivered in the cold room. He rolled out of bed and began dressing, looking at the leftover fur in disgust. The wolf's mind always seemed so malevolent. The only reason he had been
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I absolutely cannot wait to see where this story goes already. Here's hoping that demon called writer's block stays far away
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Elluin sat at a table, a mug of ale in front of him. Supposedly the tavern special. He doubted it was that special. You drink one watered down city tavern ale, you’ve drunk them all. His finger circled over the cup idly as he stared at Hope from across the room. A small beam of frost cooled the mug for him, a magic hand of force stirring the contents. The elf's ribs still burned, a simple injury, but one that was still painful. Hope still seemed rather shocked as he carried a mug toward
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The South Gate of Cadara was a welcome sight in the predawn twilight. Standing as a tall, silent guardian, its portcullis barred entrance to the city, none permitted within during the night hours. A large stone wall ran the perimeter of the city, strong and tall. No monsters could breach the barrier, not that many had tried. Hope stared at the gate as the wagon pulled to a stop in front of it. They had ten minutes to wait before bells would ring, calling for the city to wake up. Pulling his
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It is a made up language. I've been using it for various stories, you can see it in my furry stories as well as this series.
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Zachary stared at the napkin, the numbers dancing before his eyes. He was stuck at home, just waiting for something to happen. And it didn’t sit well with him. He didn’t want to read. Every time he turned on the telly he ended up turning it off again. The flat was too quiet, but if he made any noise, suddenly it seemed too loud. It wasn’t his first experience with depression, and it certainly wouldn’t be his last. The million pound question was whether or not he wanted to make this call.
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Wagon wheels creaked in the night, the tiefling in the back of the cart scanning through the tall grass that waved on either side of the road. The rain that had been plaguing them all day and night was finally starting to let up, but it was too late, as far as the tiefling was concerned. Seven hours out of Kalen, Hope was cold, wet, and miserable. The moon was hidden behind thick clouds, and even Hope’s low-light vision had difficulty seeing more than a dozen metres away. The occasional flas
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The drive through the mountains was made in painful silence, Jordan thinking of the time he had spent as Blanche’s employee. She had been one of the nicest people he knew. Was she dead because he had come out as a wolf? The very thought was unbearable. He didn’t want to turn on the radio to drown out his thoughts though. It felt disrespectful to the dead. No, suffering in silence seemed the right way to handle this. As soon as that thought came into his head, Lysander’s phone began ringi
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He heard the footsteps echoing through the empty ship. Lian was kneeling in the cabin, scrubbing the remnants of the night before off the wall. His ass was sore, a sweet, throbbing pain that reminded him of his soul’s love. The bite marks on his neck and collarbone were displayed prominently, as was his necklace. He was Itumak’s Daknar, and he was proud of it. Itumak shuffled backward into the cabin, a large bed in his hands. A cream coloured Egaro carried the other end of the bed, the two
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Lian dropped the bucket of dirty water into the recycler, listening to the buzz of the machine as it broke down the components of the water. He and Itumak had been working all day, not even taking a break for lunch. Lian had learned long ago that when Itumak set his mind to something, nothing was going to get in his way. It was a quality he admired in the neko, one of the things that connected them beyond the sharing of their souls. He remembered the days Itumak had spent as a cadet, cleanin
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In this sequel to The Alliance, Itumak is happy with his life. He has a mate he loves and a new ship of his own to work on. But his mate is not as happy. Two years ago, Lian lost part of his soul. And while he has found another part in return, his heart still yearns for his lost love. Though he remains quiet to avoid hurting the neko who has given him his heart, the dragon can't hide his feelings forever.
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Lian sat next to Itumak, watching the planet fall away from the shuttle. He was grateful to be leaving the world behind, and he knew Itumak felt the same way. The Egaro may love Gaia, with its towering mountains, but Itumak had constantly complained about having to fly around the snowy peaks. His red fingers closed around the necklace against his chest. Two years with the neko, two years of love and trust. And still he had a hard time being with Itumak in public. For so long, Lian had been
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Morning found them waiting outside the village of Kalen, waiting for the gates to open. Horton had led them through the night, trusting his guards’ vision to keep them safe on the road. Elluin had cast a spell on the trader just before they left Garysel, and though Hope and the elf were dead on their feet, Horton seemed more lively than ever. Grey clouds hung in the sky, wind chilling the air even further. Hope wished he had brought his cloak from Four Pines, but he had been rather preoccupi
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It wasn't so much a poisoning as much as an involuntary trapping.
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He was calm, serene even, floating in a pool of crystal clear water, Roku by his side. It seemed so right, though Adan experienced a moment of disconnect with his reality. Roku hated the water, didn’t he? No, that was right, he had taught his familiar, his love, to embrace the water. “This can all be yours,” a woman’s voice whispered. It was familiar, a strange feeling passing over Adan like he had been here, done this before. “This is life as it should be for a prince, easy, pea
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You have raised several very good points. Adan is still feeling overwhelmed. Perhaps if things eventually settle down, he will be able to examine his feelings in peace and come to the conclusion that it really does not matter what people think. As long as the people in question don't show up to the palace with torches and pitchforks
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Thank you I hope the rest of the story does not disappoint you.
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Lady Corin cleared her throat quietly, standing next to the table where Adan was searching through a large tome. “You asked for me?” she asked, as Roku moved to sit beside Adan. “Yes. I wanted to let you know Roku and I will be searching for your spell in our free time. I also have an issue I would like to discuss with Lord Arien. Can you tell me how to get ahold of him?” Adan asked, glancing up from his work. “Of course. Just write a letter, seal it, and send a messenger,” the woman
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He awoke to the sound of a sword being pulled from its scabbard. Flinching, Hope realised he had been resting his head on Elluin’s lap. When the fuck had that happened? And why did the elf allow it? He thought Elluin hated him. And why was the elf staring at the sword hanging over the tiefling’s head? “Good morning,” Elluin said, his eyes travelling along the blade. “Is it? Because it looks like you want to kill me,” Hope replied, sliding off the elf. “No. I’m studying.” “Ah,
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