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Whether minutes or hours, he knew not how long he’d remained incapacitated. The soft kiss of raindrops fell in rivulets down his cheeks instead of the glass of his study windows. By the gods, Daniel Mythara, if you’ve exploded my keep… The droplets on his skin quickly evolved into a deluge, pounding insistently against his already aching head. A vague shadow hovered in and out of focus above him, the rain sluicing down in tiny streams. Small hands shook his shoulders roughly, as their strid
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but with love!!
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“Well...what have we here?” Balthazar stared down at the nondescript package unceremoniously abandoned for him to find outside the outermost gate of his keep. Wary of the unmarked parcel wrapped in plain brown paper, the golden dragon grimaced in distaste. To anyone else it would appear quite unremarkable, but to one as old as himself... “Daniel, I swear if I open this and it sucks me away into some other dimension I shall be most displeased.” Picking up the parcel with all the de
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A golden dragon is transported to another world where he must save the one if he is to have hope of saving many more.
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i have a behind the scenes peak at your works and you still manage to move my heart and give me chills from your wordplay
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you inspire me to take back up my own tales, keep up the amazing work best friend.
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Skye Standing outside of the White Hare, he remains frozen in place with one hand reaching for the door before retreating back to his side. Gaze darting nervously from side to side, the streets are empty in this part of the city. “Just go the fuck in already.” Bolstering his resolve, Skye forces his body into motion and opens the solid wooden door inward on its hinges. Hurrying inside before he has a chance to turn around with his tail between his legs, it takes a moment for his l
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Yea she’s not letting on to what she does know
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Finn Suspending his search and forcing himself to vacate the area surrounding Leeds before he drove himself mad, it was in these silent hours that Finn felt the most alone. So it comes as a surprise the remnants of scent beneath an ancient oak, charred and split by lightning, Finn circles with a mad fervor. ‘They were here.’ The blanket of leaves shushes softly as his nose furrows them aside. It is likely earlier in the day, and beginning to fade now, but without a doubt it is t
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Skye In careful silence, Skye pushes his slender frame deeper into the charred hollow of the lightning-struck tree. Not so much as daring to breathe, he waits as three members of the York pack pass just upwind of him. At best they are considered rivals and at their worst… bloody murderers, and as he is still well within the marked territory of the Leed’s pack, these three are likely up to no good. Brazen of them to venture this far past the borders, and of course, he’d be the one
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ty very much especially since im only the littlest drunk
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England, 1840 Finn Eerie silence hangs like a void around him, a tangible absence of life all the more noticeable in the fading light of the setting sun. Even the footfalls of his padded paws are muffled by the dense layer of detritus that covers the forest floor. Muzzle to the ground he searches, black nose sniffing through the decaying leaves for the elusive scent he seeks. The traces which remain reeks of many different wolves, their trails intermingling and confusing even to h
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Set in the same dystopian world as A Twist of Fae, a lone wolf is called by instinct to find his mate, but when that mate is a turned human that hates everything you are, how will Finn overcome the fierce barrier of Bred vs. Bite? Not all werewolves are the same, and Skye will soon learn just who he is meant for.
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Etienne It was warm, so very warm… A hot exhalation of breath against his neck and the scent of cinnamon filling his senses, and finding himself entwined in a tangle of arms and legs. Tatsuya’s sleeping face was buried against his chest, as Tatsuo lay flush at his back...pulling him possessively against him. Etienne barely allowed himself to breath, afraid everything would disappear in a flash to leave him utterly alone once more. After long agonized minutes, this reality prevailed a
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It was roughly 3AM and by all rights the world should be asleep and the streets emptied, but not New Orleans. Drunken revelers stumbled through the hotel halls and filled the streets outside. Shutting the door with a decisive click, Oberon slipped the card key into a pocket inside his coat. Kaoru stayed close at his side as they made their way to the busy elevator. “WHOOOO!” A man with bloodshot eyes and reeking of rum grabbed Oberon’s gloved hand with a shake, slipping a necklace of
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at this time it's more a talisman of protection, and as a Louisiana native, New Orleans is a fascinating place
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Walking once more to the carved cedar chest atop the dresser, Oberon placed his palm over the lid. Purposely he avoided looking at the remains of rose petals and blood smudged crystal still lying upon his saturated coat. The crystal would have to be thoroughly purified before it could return to the chest, another deed for another day. Concentrating on the task at hand, Oberon murmured the needed words to open the chest. Growing warm beneath his touch, the lid popped open with a click. “T
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Dare I say that the untimely demise of your game system has spurred on your writing? Very intriguing and involving chapter. You already know I’m team ItuLian, nice fan service
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It hurts to see everyone suffer so much. So many hard decisions made. It’s bittersweet to see Lysander ❤️
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It was almost an assured thing that whoever was after Kaoru was likely laying in wait for him to return to the hotel for his things. Especially after hearing his tale, Oberon suspected that they didn’t seem like they would let such rare prey escape so easily. Walking over to the closet, he removed a fresh coat from a wooden hanger. The possible scenarios of what they were walking into played out in his mind. He’d suckled on the venomous tit of faerie intrigue since he was born, it was just a
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you now owe me a 'lady boner' XD
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I'm glad they finally made it home, and I'm excited to see where Itumak's adventures lead, I wonder what kind of reception they'll receive
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“Rod. He gets so immature about that word,” ---- i feel attacked.....
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theres a cream for that
