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I'd be ashamed if he didn't try his hardest
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Sandor lay between Danuva and Paelius, his leg in constant contact with the elf. This jealous feeling in him was strange. Paelius was his prince; he could lay with whoever he wanted. They had made no promises to each other. He was there for his prince, and if Paelius wanted to take another to bed, he should accept it, and be grateful the elf had given him what he had. They lay near the firepit in the kitchen, the warmth of the embers acting with the single bed linen to keep them warm.
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Thank you
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Masia Endurlan rode swiftly through the night, pressing her horse ever onward down the dirt road. She cursed her brother for his part in this mess. He hadn’t wanted her to marry, had fought with their father through the entire courtship. But to go so far as to deliberately sabotage her marriage? That was unforgivable. The woman turned at a crossroad, trusting the directions she had ripped from her brother’s mind, along with other information. Paelius was a werewolf. It took her a while t
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Indeed. One would think with his training Paelius would be at least a little diplomatic.
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Men... Can't live with them, can't live without them
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But is Danuva his mate?
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Sandor’s back arched as pain shot through his body. He lay in the moonlight, hidden in a narrow alley in the city. The noise of a city laying down to sleep surrounded him and the elf bit his lip, trying to avoid adding a scream to the night sounds. Another burst of pain accompanied the sound of crackling bones, and Sandor couldn’t hold back. He stuffed his mouth into the crook of his arm and screamed. Collapsing, the elf writhed in pain, clawing at his skin. The agony stopped a minute la
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SANDOLIN Sandolin was out of bed at the sound of the first knock on the door. His clothes were on an instant later, before Danuva got the door opened. “How’s he doing?” the human whispered. “I’m awake,” Paelius said, not bothering to raise his head. “My apologies, how are you doing?” Danuva corrected. “I feel like the Adamantine Tower fell on me.” “That’s an easy problem to fix. I’ll be right back.” Sandolin noticed Paelius’ hand snaking towards his as D
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DANUVA The elf was on his mind the entire morning. Was he safe? Would he make it to the city? After helping Quarian, Danuva knew well the risks of being a werewolf. Eventually, the human drove the elf from his mind. He had done what he could for Paelias. If the elf didn’t want his help, there was nothing he could do for him. Danuva fed his chickens, examining them under the effects of his magic. Their auras were almost normal, and he smiled. They were surprisingly sturdy cr
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DANUVA Danuva Karis carried a basket out to the chicken shed, already thinking about the taste of cooked eggs. He could hear the birds squabbling angrily in the building, and his steps quickened, the man hurrying to the coop. Those chickens were his life this far from the city, and if something happened to them, he was a dead man. Throwing open the door, Danuva frowned at the scene within, not so much of a problem as a surprise. A man was curled in the corner of the shed, h
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Riardin cast his gaze over the courtyard of the castle, searching. Elves pushed past him, going about their business with not a care for the human among them. There. With the lance, taking practice shots at a dark haired squire. The human walked across the court, an almost predatory stance to his stride. He watched as the squire was shoved over with nothing more than a light thrust and smiled. “Prince Paelias!” Riardin said loudly as he approached. The red-haired elf turned t
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The Crown Prince of the Elves has been inflicted with a horrible curse. Driven into a self-imposed exile, he must learn how to undo the curse or learn to live with himself as the monster he believes himself to be.
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Are you suggesting that the dragon is in fact a wyvern? Also, who doesn't like a healthy dose of yaoi?
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'Tis but a scrape...
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Aw, Vlady is so adorable!
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LEON GRISEUS 0. Leon opened his eyes, squinting in the light of the room around him. A woman leaned against a wall, watching him, and Leon sat up. “You’re a fighter, huh?” the woman said appreciatively. “Who are you? Where am I?” “Calm down. You’re safe.” The woman smiled. “My name’s Arabelle. And you’re dead, but I’m sure you already knew that. You’re in a sort of staging area to the afterlife.” She studied him for a moment, and Leon stared back steadily. “I must say I have never me
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Of course the bear is lawful good
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Terian handed the innkeeper five silver, and the woman smiled, handing him a heavy brass key. “Enjoy your night.” “Thank you Mari.” The battlemind nodded to Loreen, who followed him up a flight of stairs. They opened a door, and entered the room beyond, Loreen setting a series of candles alight with a spoken word. This was the best room in the inn, with three desks and a bed that was palatial by the small village’s standards. “You know, I never thought you’d ask me to come here,”
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0. “Wake up…” Gareth moaned loudly. He was laying in some sort of bed, warm and comfortable. There was no way he was about to wake up. Something cold closed around his right wrist, and he gasped, eyes opening with a start. A young woman stood over him, a friendly look on her face. Her dark skin contrasted with her light blouse, and her shorts showed off a large amount of her legs. “Come on, it’s time to get up,” she smiled. “Wha-?” Gareth coughed, his throat dry. His
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'You’re dead.' Gareth Hawthorne opened his eyes, squinting in the pure white of the space around him. He didn’t remember much, a step and a flash of pain before waking here. Wherever here was. 'You fought bravely in your life, and have earned your reward.' A black door frame appeared a few steps away, a red door concealing what awaited on the other side. 'When you are ready, you may pass beyond to your heaven.' Gareth blinked slowly, overcome by several thoughts. He glanced a
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Gareth Hawethorne is dead. But death isn't the end for him. Thrust into a strange world. he must learn to survive. A surprisingly difficult task for a world where death is never the end. Leon Griseus remembers only one thing from his life, a stranger's face. In a world where people look nothing like their living selves, can he hope to find this stranger who might hold the key to their past, to their life?
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Amazing ending to an amazing story.
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The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry. Why do I feel like this will end badly for a certain bobcat?
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Can confirm, geese are loud as heck, and rather vicious too.
