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An anthro crossover tale of epic, thrilling, romantic and/or strange proportions. You pick which ones.
Talfryn is a city that demands peace. Out there is a group of villainous minds that want to take advantage of it. Now heroes from very different worlds have to learn to work together to stop them. But during this weeklong journey, Talfryn will reveal a supernatural secret that this half-baked agency did not expect.
Rated T+ for violence, themes and destroying favorite characters from your childhood.
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|I've devoted a lot of my free time to fanart until getting to the point that it's hard to stop. Professional artists might see that as a fault sometimes. But it's been effective practice. AGENCY is the biggest fanfiction I've ever made and quite possibly the last before I move on to broader pastures. I love seeing that people are enjoying the story and I hope some are willing to stick around and watch me beyond that.|
Heat 24Von Barke was, in fact, dead in a couple of days. Shadow shoved his hands in his pockets fiddling with leftover change and a gift as he looked at the closed, cherry wood casket.
“After all that talk, you barely bit. It’s kinda funny,” he said, scratching at his ear. “Alright, lower him in and grab a shovel.” He continued, looking at his men and rolling his sleeves up.
Funerals were supposed to be a somber affair, a loved one gone from the material world. It was ironic for the whole thing to be quick, no mourners, just an unmarked grave, and utter relief.
Shadow closed the door behind him, reaching down to pet Rune as the houndoom ran towards him. He stopped in the doorway of the kitchen, asking, “What are you doing here?”
Sandy smiled, getting up from her seat at the table. “I wanted to talk to you ‘bout somethin’. Ya left the key under the mat, so I let myself in.”
“Breaking and entering aside,” he repli