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This story is so beautiful, but it's really hard to read too. Reading about Tyson is a bit like looking in the mirror and it's a little terrifying for me.
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The wagon rumbled into Ceos, a sombre mood present in its passengers. They were missing two of their own. Danuva had delayed the journey for two days, insisting they scour the entirety of his property to find Elias. To no avail. Finally, Quarian voiced the thought that the neko had simply run off. He had been a slave, and he had been bought by Danuva. It was entirely possible he had fled what he saw as yet another owner. Danuva had nearly bitten off Quarian’s head when he suggested it. T
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Yeah, the best I can say is that Paelius is well trained in combat, but that's a bit weak of an explanation.
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That's for Riardin to know and you to find out 😜
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Sandolin stretched out with a yawn, shaking the dew out of his fur. Being a werewolf had its perks. He could curl up at night in wolf form and not need a blanket. It made the horse skittish when he did, but he always tied his mount securely, preventing the horse from fleeing. The wolf shifted into his human form and dressed quickly in his armour. Saddling the horse, he mounted in the dark and set off, hoping to reach the Meras River that day. He was three days from Danuva’s home, and he
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The elf and the human walked into the inn, trusting the stable boy to see to their wagon. Masia made her way to the innkeeper, spotting a young elf waiting tables in the adjoining tavern. “I see you got another worker,” the human said, nodding at the elf. “I had to. Your friend stole my other slave.” Masia tensed at the term. “Unless my memory fails me, Danuva paid for Elias. I’m sure you’ll be pleased to know he has been treated with the utmost respect. Regardless, I am in need
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Well, he always did enjoy irony. Hopefully he enjoyed that last bit as well...
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The neko sat outside, staring at the sky. He had always been drawn to the stars. They painted such pretty pictures for him. He felt the man sit beside him silently. Neither spoke, both contemplating the bright dots in the sky. “You enjoy watching the stars,” Danuva said finally. Elias nodded. “Quarian was the same way. I wonder if he still looks up from time to time. Personally, I’ve never seen the draw. They’re nice, but I like to keep my thoughts where they are needed.” The
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I wonder as well. My stories rarely seem to go as planned.
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He fingered his money bag as his brother was bid on. There was only one way Danuva could afford to free Quarian, a gold coin the man had found when he was sixteen. It was their lucky coin, and Quarian had passed it to Danuva when he left home. His brother didn’t want him to use the coin on him though. He wanted it used on a neko. And there was only one neko in the city. Danuva fought back tears as his brother was bought by a large man, a blacksmith by the look of his clothes. Quarian fou
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He stood quietly to the side, head lowered respectfully. The man who purchased him for the evening closed the door with a sigh, and examined the room, ignoring the boy for a second. “You’re very quiet,” the man spoke finally. He didn’t answer, didn’t feel the need to answer. The man who took him made sure he knew his place and his place was silent obedience. The man shrugged and shed his clothes, sitting on the bed in his underpants. “My name’s Danuva, though I don’t suppose
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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?
