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Violet Tiger Tales - Ch. 6 Lilbit (Part 1 of 2)

*Story from the Past* My story really begins about ten years ago. I don't remember much about my birth family and tribe. I do know they were a relatively small tribe of treasure hunters. I also know they raised me to be a Hunter, and I was convinced that's what I would be when I grew up. Though even back then I was always doodling and drawing pictures. When I was six years old, our tribe found an Ancient ruin in the Black Jungle. We were there, trying to figure out how to get past the traps, for months. Something bad happened and... they were killed. My entire tribe, my parents and family, gone. I survived only because I found a good hiding place. I was alone. I only felt safe in my hiding place, and I would only leave to forage for food. Being a child, there were lots of things I didn't know how to do. I did the best I could, but I was barely surviving. Things stayed the same for several more months, until the Humans showed up. The Humans set up a camp right outside the ruins and

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HEART TO HEART: Part IV

[DEVIATION] The fire crackled beneath the evening sky, its orange light flickering across the stony ground. At one side of the fire, Hugo sat with his wings folded comfortably against his sides, watching the flames lick around the ends of the sticks he had arranged into a crude spit. The remains of a cow hung on the stick, which Hugo turned with his beak whenever necessary. A handful of rocks surrounded the fire to keep the embers from spreading into the dry grass. The spit itself was hardly elegant, but the sturdy branches resisted the fire well enough. Across from him, the large dragon lowered his head towards the cooking meat and sniffed. “A clever arrangement,” he remarked, “I have seen men cook this way before, but I confess never considering making one myself.” Hugo looked up at the dragon. “I learned it from humans.” The reptile glanced at him. “Humans?” “Nice humans, that is,” Hugo added quickly. The corner of the dragon's mouth curled slightly. “That is a word I

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Belief in light

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Horse Molossia x Horse Reader: Part 3: To Relocate

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color ~~Warning: Strong language~~ ~~ “We leave this place and never return.” You looked back in the direction of death, ears flicking. “The humans have left, but we should give…them…a wide berth.” Your tone darkened; your throat squeezed painfully. You’d never forget the sight of those dead horses, and how close you could’ve come to being killed yourself. Then you looked at the band again. “I think we should do something, though. We should find out why it happened to them, if we can. If we do, we can avoid the same fate.” “Is that wise?” Molo questioned, flicking his tail and narrowing his eyes. “I mean, look at you. You were shaking like a leaf when you came running back. I thought your tail was on fire!” You blinked at him, but the other mares and Opal didn’t agree with Molo. They just wanted safety, and maybe your idea made sense. You just had to guarantee that you’d not lead them into a trap. But you

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Horse 2P!America x Horse Reader: Part 2

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Horse Scotland x Horse Reader: Part 3: Fiery Heart

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The Prey's Revenge chapter 1: Death in the Family

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New Dawn chapter 1: The Quiet Time

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New Dawn chapter 8: A New Day

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My Jungle Book 4 part 4: Human language is beautif

Far from India, at night, in a place in Europe, on a snowy, wooded mountain, stood a kind of inn; this was a sophisticated hunting club called "The Red Deer." Inside, the place was decorated with antlers from different species of deer, stuffed animals, elephant tusks, rifles, and paintings depicting hunters from various eras, from current photos of sport hunting enthusiasts posing with kills in Africa, to photos of other big-game hunters from the 19th century, portraits of royalty practicing hunting, and even a photograph taken of cave paintings showing the first hunters. At the back of the main room hung a painting showing a 19th-century illustration of a whaler in a canoe hunting an albino sperm whale. The place was filled with all sorts of hunters, of different nationalities, ethnicities, and genders: from simple local small game hunters, wealthy international big game hunters, and even whalers and sport fishing fanatics; these were there eating game meat while drinking until they

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My Jungle Book 3 part 9: The pack of the North

It was a peaceful afternoon in the Seoni jungle. Everything was perfectly normal: birds and cicadas sang; monkeys made a racket in the trees; eagles soared through the sky; frogs croaked in the river while otters and waterfowl fished; insects fluttered over the plants; foxes and mustelids hunted rabbits, mice, and moles; wild boars turned over the leaves on the jungle floor in search of food, wary of snakes camouflaged among them; felines were napping after a long night of hunting; herds of deer, antelope, buffalo, gaur , rhinoceros, and elephants gathered between the plains and the watering hole; and so on. On the plains, the herd was out hunting, stalking a group of nilgai grazing freely among the grasslands. "You go to the right," Akela whispered. "We'll go to the left." "Follow me," Vermillon said, leading the wolves who had to go to the right. Thus, everything was perfectly organized, and by the time the attack signal was given, everything was going in the pack's favor: "It looks

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My Jungle Book part 23: Mowgli the artist

It was a beautiful day, Bagheera was teaching Mowgli: "Remember, Mowgli," the panther told him, "by using a little mud, you can repel mosquitoes." "I understand. Do you have anything else to teach me?" Mowgli asked. "Yes," Bagheera said. "The sight of animals." "The view?" Mowgli said. "Yes, Mowgli," Bagheera said. "Every animal in the jungle has a different way of seeing the world. For example, buffalo see everything in brown, frogs only see colored spots, snakes have thermal vision, canids see everything in black and white, pachyderms, on the other hand, are nearsighted, so they don't see well, while moles are completely blind, and the animal with the best eyesight in the jungle is..." "I know, the eagles," said Mowgli. "Correct," Bagheera said. At that moment, Mowgli stared at a colorful butterfly that flew by and landed on the boy's finger: beautiful colors this butterfly has!" Mowgli exclaimed, marveling at the vibrant hues as the butterfly flew away. Bagheera, noticing how

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Violet Tiger Tales - Ch. 6 Lilbit (Part 1 of 2)

*Story from the Past* My story really begins about ten years ago. I don't remember much about my birth family and tribe. I do know they were a relatively small tribe of treasure hunters. I also know they raised me to be a Hunter, and I was convinced that's what I would be when I grew up. Though even back then I was always doodling and drawing pictures. When I was six years old, our tribe found an Ancient ruin in the Black Jungle. We were there, trying to figure out how to get past the traps, for months. Something bad happened and... they were killed. My entire tribe, my parents and family, gone. I survived only because I found a good hiding place. I was alone. I only felt safe in my hiding place, and I would only leave to forage for food. Being a child, there were lots of things I didn't know how to do. I did the best I could, but I was barely surviving. Things stayed the same for several more months, until the Humans showed up. The Humans set up a camp right outside the ruins and

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HEART TO HEART: Part IV

[DEVIATION] The fire crackled beneath the evening sky, its orange light flickering across the stony ground. At one side of the fire, Hugo sat with his wings folded comfortably against his sides, watching the flames lick around the ends of the sticks he had arranged into a crude spit. The remains of a cow hung on the stick, which Hugo turned with his beak whenever necessary. A handful of rocks surrounded the fire to keep the embers from spreading into the dry grass. The spit itself was hardly elegant, but the sturdy branches resisted the fire well enough. Across from him, the large dragon lowered his head towards the cooking meat and sniffed. “A clever arrangement,” he remarked, “I have seen men cook this way before, but I confess never considering making one myself.” Hugo looked up at the dragon. “I learned it from humans.” The reptile glanced at him. “Humans?” “Nice humans, that is,” Hugo added quickly. The corner of the dragon's mouth curled slightly. “That is a word I

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Belief in light

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Horse Molossia x Horse Reader: Part 3: To Relocate

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color ~~Warning: Strong language~~ ~~ “We leave this place and never return.” You looked back in the direction of death, ears flicking. “The humans have left, but we should give…them…a wide berth.” Your tone darkened; your throat squeezed painfully. You’d never forget the sight of those dead horses, and how close you could’ve come to being killed yourself. Then you looked at the band again. “I think we should do something, though. We should find out why it happened to them, if we can. If we do, we can avoid the same fate.” “Is that wise?” Molo questioned, flicking his tail and narrowing his eyes. “I mean, look at you. You were shaking like a leaf when you came running back. I thought your tail was on fire!” You blinked at him, but the other mares and Opal didn’t agree with Molo. They just wanted safety, and maybe your idea made sense. You just had to guarantee that you’d not lead them into a trap. But you

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Horse 2P!America x Horse Reader: Part 2

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Violet Tiger Tales - Ch. 6 Lilbit (Part 1 of 2)

HEART TO HEART: Part IV

Belief in light

Horse Molossia x Horse Reader: Part 3: To Relocate

Horse 2P!America x Horse Reader: Part 2

Horse Scotland x Horse Reader: Part 3: Fiery Heart

The Prey's Revenge chapter 1: Death in the Family

New Dawn chapter 1: The Quiet Time

New Dawn chapter 8: A New Day

My Jungle Book 4 part 4: Human language is beautif

My Jungle Book 3 part 9: The pack of the North

My Jungle Book part 23: Mowgli the artist

Violet Tiger Tales - Ch. 6 Lilbit (Part 1 of 2)

HEART TO HEART: Part IV

Belief in light

Horse Molossia x Horse Reader: Part 3: To Relocate

Horse 2P!America x Horse Reader: Part 2

Horse Scotland x Horse Reader: Part 3: Fiery Heart

The Prey's Revenge chapter 1: Death in the Family

New Dawn chapter 1: The Quiet Time

New Dawn chapter 8: A New Day

My Jungle Book 4 part 4: Human language is beautif

My Jungle Book 3 part 9: The pack of the North

My Jungle Book part 23: Mowgli the artist

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Violet Tiger Tales - Ch. 6 Lilbit (Part 1 of 2)

HEART TO HEART: Part IV

Belief in light

Horse Molossia x Horse Reader: Part 3: To Relocate

Horse 2P!America x Horse Reader: Part 2

Horse Scotland x Horse Reader: Part 3: Fiery Heart

The Prey's Revenge chapter 1: Death in the Family

New Dawn chapter 1: The Quiet Time

New Dawn chapter 8: A New Day

My Jungle Book 4 part 4: Human language is beautif

My Jungle Book 3 part 9: The pack of the North

My Jungle Book part 23: Mowgli the artist