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"My pleasure, Momoshiro. Many come here bearing darkness inside," the woman responded peacefully, still perching against the edge of the... -
The worn, chipping clay pots were peppered with flowers among the leaves, well-loved and flourishing, even though the alley was quite...
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At first, he didn’t notice... The door had shut behind him, and he was only aware of the smallness of the space, the scent of dried...
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Verity reacted to Wither's post in the thread Himbo Contest | Bi-Annual Festival of Muscles with
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Flex those muscles and be admired by all, it is that time again for the hes, shes, and theys of Astenvale and beyond to make their way... -
She had sworn to herself she would not be part of any event planning after experiencing perhaps the worst hangover she ever felt in her...
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"Bullseye," Dal said, waving potato peeler in one two affirmation of the mark being struck. His eyes did not go from the potato. A few...
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"Thank'ee for not usin' t' 'T-word'," "No thought to it," he says, lips curled with an ease that comes easy as moving. Broad fingers...
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Rinrose might feel a brush of hoary whisker and a smudge of rain-soaked fur bump against her hand in an affectionate headbutt. The...
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Momo listened with quiet interest, his hand still resting lightly against Nise's neck while the donkey finished crunching through the...
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Soft earth muffled their steps as the troop appeared one by one from the treeline. Betwixt the monastery's outer defenses and the wylds...
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Not these kinds of secrets, thought the dawnling, holding his tongue as the sky lightened, bidding farewell to silver and shadow...
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It was cool against his skin. The dark water of the easy flowing rill. Its brown stain drink pitch black in the low light of the...
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Bloody-minded? Faramund smiled his killer's smile, teeth bared, gaze hardening in the time it took him to meet Osytha's. 'Aye,' he...
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"Tell me, truly," said Osytha, as if she did not already know the answer. Need I? Colour returned to the world a heartbeat at a time...
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He stood there by the two men he called his uncles. Syrs Oliver and Kaarle. His own brow set firm, as his eyes were set steeled. Face...
