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Promoted Deviations

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Fall(ing)

October breathes Fallen and crisped leaves Burned by time And faded into cracked little pieces on the bottom of your floor, On your shoes How could I love you more The way you look like the sun It's so cold here The dystopia of medicine bottles collected in our cabinet Labels turning yellow Come back to the warmth, To the comfort of a fort solidly built soft, By the pillows that witnessed today And yesterday And every time you have shuddered a morning’s stretch and sighed over time Blasted alarm I'll remember the cream for your tea And your two sugar packets I'll remember to ask how you are These days I can't forget it How my life seems to stretch into a path recognizable I want to hold you like a prized pipe, Clove Tobacco- But chaos loves the deer And sweetly, nettle, Aren't we just that? With eyes wild and too open to stay focused

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The Cost of a Vow

A promise is no light exchange, Not simply words adrift in air; It is a debt you prearrange, A heavy weight a heart must bear. If certainty does not reside Within the strength of will or hand, Let that commitment gently slide Before it falls upon the sand. For vows we make and cannot keep Are not just gaps where hope recedes They cut a measure, cold and deep, And plant the bitterest of seeds. To save a spirit from the strain, And ward off grief you can't erase, Speak only what you can maintain, Or leave the sacred word in place

Literature

Thought Chamber

When the loud, busy day is through, And only the pale moon looks through, I find my place beside the glass, To watch the slow, quiet shadows pass. It's where I go, to just gaze up, And pour the old worries from my cup. The silent light, a friend I trust, Turns all my heavy thoughts to dust. I dream of the words I'm trying to write, And let the moon guide me through the night. My heart's deep wishes, both bright and small, I send them up to that silver ball. ~R

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[C] Soluno | Hunting, Badger

The downpour of rain had made the countryside slick and glisten under the dim light of the afternoon, making a hush of noise that deafened the world to everything. Songbirds took shelter in the nearby woodland and shrubbery, as silent as the dead, waiting for the rains to move on. The weakened leaves of Autumn fell from branches of the trees and bushes when struck by the falling fat droplets of rain heaving from the sky, with a constant drip-drip echoed in the woods. With the rain masking all noise and scents, Cumulus and Amber stalked through the overgrown grasses and followed the brambles that grew wild in the centre of the fields. Their paw steps were quiet, but they still moved with caution as they passed through the fields. Veil and Chloro were in another part of the fields, hunkered down low to the soggy ground and also creeping along, using the cover of the rain to hide themselves. The faint lingering smell of badger, fox, and rabbit had paled in the stink of mud and rain

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[PN] MoM | In Ambush

Olwen swiped her paw at the sand with a grunt of frustration, the abyssal tendrils writhing at her neck and shoulders, and her eyes darted back and forth to try and spot the assassin. Her teeth were bared and her eyes held a dangerous spark to them, furious at herself and the assassin when they had slipped away and disappeared into the brush. She was impatient, angry. She would have dashed off in the direction the assassin took if a pair of translucent wings hadn't waved in her face and stopped her from bounding off. Selani was staring down at her with the deepest look of concern, not just on her face but also in her eyes. Especially when Olwen looked ready to snap at her for getting in the way. "Olwen." She began, but the yellow swift grimaced at her. "Don't. Just don't. She's getting away and you're letting her─" "You are jeopardising the mission," Selani was quick to butt in before Olwen could speak anymore, her tone sharp and unkind and it made Olwen flinch. She had

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[V] Wicked Plans

The smell of pine sap and rotting undergrowth assaulted Cuckoo's nose when she wandered astray of the Cardinal herd. Only a few paces away so that none would find her missing or see her departure as something more than just her needing space. Not that it would truly matter to the other herd members who weren't tasked with keeping everyone in sight; making sure no one dared escape their sights, she thought bitterly. This wasn't a typical stop for food or rest, Corvus had ordered them to stop so that he could speak amongst his Council members about something that she would never be privy to so it mattered little to her what the subject was about. But their unscheduled stop within the dense evergreens and pines didn't stop the does and calves from wandering looking for food to eat while they waited to resume their trek through the woodland and underbrush. The rotting leaves, damp from the melting frost under the warming Spring sun, rustled under her hooves as she walked and she

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Pack of Wilds

Taming Attempt # 21: WF359 Forbidden 403 Featuring: Los (Keeper of the Zodiacs) Handler: Keira Frost Word Count: 2000+ ----- The howls started just after dawn, echoing through the river valley with a haunting quality that made Keira’s hair stand on end despite the relative warmth of the morning. Los lifted his head from where he’d been dozing by their campfire, his bandaged face turning toward the sound with immediate alertness. These weren’t the calls of ordinary wolves or even ordinary tokotas—these were wild voices, untamed and powerful, singing a song that spoke of territory and pack and belonging to no human master. Keira had been planning a simple day of fishing in the river that ran through this valley, perhaps some foraging for mushrooms in the damp areas near the water. But the howls changed everything, filling the air with a primal music that demanded attention and respect. She counted at least four distinct voices, maybe five, all harmonizing in that way that wild packs

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A Change in the Wind

Taming Attempt # 4: WF359 Forbidden 403 Featuring: Los (Keeper of the Zodiacs) Handler: Keira Frost Word Count: 1,700+ ----- The sound of rushing water filled the air, a constant roar that made conversation difficult but somehow created a cocoon of white noise that felt safe and isolated. Keira had tracked Forbidden to a section of river where the water ran fast and cold over smooth stones, creating deep pools and shallow rapids in turn. Los stood beside her on the riverbank, his massive paws planted firmly on the wet stones. Water splashed up occasionally, soaking his dark fur, but he seemed unbothered. Los was steady as a mountain, and Keira appreciated that solidity as she navigated the slippery rocks. They’d been following Forbidden’s tracks for most of the morning, and the trail had led them here—to this wild, beautiful place where the forest met the water. Keira suspected the wild tokota came here often, drawn by the fresh water and the abundance of prey that gathered at the

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Winter's Playful Air

Taming Attempt # 5: WF359 Forbidden 403 Featuring: Los (Keeper of the Zodiacs) Handler: Keira Frost Word Count: 1,900+ ----- The first snow of the season had arrived overnight, transforming the forest into a pristine wonderland of white. Keira’s breath misted in the cold air as she trudged through the ankle-deep powder, Los’s massive form creating a trail beside her that made her own passage easier. The snow had a way of muffling sound, creating a hushed quality to the world that felt almost sacred. Every branch was laden with white, and icicles hung from rock overhangs like nature’s chandeliers. It was breathtakingly beautiful and bitterly cold, but Keira had bundled up well, and Los’s thick coat was more than adequate for the weather. They were heading toward a rocky outcropping that Keira had scouted days earlier—a place with a natural overhang that would provide shelter from the elements. She’d left supplies there in advance: firewood, blankets, and a cache of food. If

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Perilous Plains

The first thing Zavrakavo spots as it returns to the part of the plains where it left Vincent is flames. It shares a worried look with Stray, mouth parting to say - what? Zavrakavo isn't sure at all what he can say in order to try and fix or warn about what they might encounter. Luckily, Stray has dealt with a lot of quite chaotic encounters, so even though the flickering flames reach up into the sky above - threatening to choke out the sight of the moon entirely - Stray simply breaks into a run. A flame covered plains can mean quite a lot of things - and Zavrakavo does feel a little relief in the sheer fact that it isn't alone in being more than a little afraid for what could have happened in the span of time that Vincent was left alone. It wasn't long, some hours - half a day - and out in the plains where Zavrakavo and Vincent had even scouted before Zavrakavo had been willing to go talk to Domino! It should have been safe here. It had been safe here! -- Stray can't imagine

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Lets Keep the Plains from Burning Too Much

The two of them watch Zavrakavo take off, and then Stray exhales and shakes his head. White eyes track Vincent's movement as the grey rukaan shakes himself and starts moving as well. It's heartening, at least, that Vincent takes the time to stamp out each the flames that haven't finished quenching themselves yet. Stray's glad to see it. For a short period, it means that this part of the plains gets filled with even more smoke before all of that clears to reveal the moon still shining overhead. No matter what else has happened - the moon still shines. There's something nice about that, Stray decides. Something that serves as a good reminder. Silently, the pitch black rukaan helps quench the flames. It reminds him of the work he did with Idunn not too long ago, and Stray hopes that she's doing alright. Then again, a big strong stag like Idunn? Yeah, she's probably doing fine. Ears flicking, Stray focuses on both putting out the flames and keeping an eye on Vincent. He's less

Literature

There Are Some Things You Can't Outrun

The tundra is cold. Of course - that's to be expected. The unexpected part is how much the chill of the tundra drags up memories that it would really rather got to stay buried. Amaranth's frustration is a living thing; there are more spider lilies than amaranths that are following along in its wake. The flowers grow, bloom, and then wither once Amaranth has moved more than two feet away from them. It has gotten much, much better at controlling those plants over the years. A far cry from a guarded young calf who once bit a troll's fingers back in Gamlefyr when said troll moved just a little too fast while carrying it to the bonfire. That time of year has come up again; Amaranth won't be going there. Not this time. Silver eyes flick across the tundra. Not a lot of things live out here and those that do are carefully keeping their distance from Amaranth. Spider lilies are poisonous - keeping their distance is the best choice for most wildlife. Though it knows that the careful

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Yvette: Mystery of The Snatchers PT3

꧁ Answers with more Questions ꧂ “It’s a mixture of glass, silica, biotite, and feldspar.” Yvette pursed her lips. “Wait, I know this. Volcanic ash?” “Exactly! You were paying attention to the lessons when I tutored you.” Yvette’s cheeks flushed. “Uh, yeah, anyway thanks Ian, it just raises more questions than answers. Why would volcanic ash be in Normalton? we’re nowhere near a volcano.” “Beats me Yvette, I’m just a half-wolf, athletic, scienceguy. This sounds like your area of expertise.” Yvette smiled twirling the phone cord around her finger, “Yeah, this is definitely something magical. I think I know just who to ask about this. Thanks for everything Ian.” “Anything for you doll.” After some sappy talk over the phone Yvette finally hung up the phone. She tried to stay up to meet her dad when he came home but fell asleep on the couch, thinking of dark swirling clouds of ash and eyes peering from dark shadows. Yvette awoke to Cole pecking her face gently, “Up, up, up.” “I’m

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Promptober Anthology Collection

Ashes Speak Names She remembered the place being full of life, music, and dancing. ...Now it was but a charred remains of a house. Even now with the war over and the invaders repelled, the scars still remained. Craters dotted the landscape, and the once magnificent house she stood in was but ash. Foundations that no longer supported a building were like ghosts. She sniffed the air, her keen canine nose taking in the scents of fire and death. Her ears swiviled back. Was she... compelled to kneel upon the ashen ground? As the soot got into her fine clothes, she help up an ash-filled paw - not caring what soiled her fine clothes. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you from this.” she whispered, as if the spirits could hear her. She wondered who had been there when the place was torched. She’d met the residents before. Her parents had taken her to a grand ball. She listened as the wind blew the ash and soot around, and she perked an ear up. Perhaps it was just her

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The Pendant PT5

Guardrails The Assistant Mayor’s office put the mayor’s to shame. Amber recognized furniture and artwork that cost more than she made in a year. Despite the glitz, the stench of the rubber factory next door to the office refused to go away. Appropriate, Amber thought to herself. “Thank you for seeing me on such short notice,” Amber said to the prim and proper - and fluffed - poodle at the desk. In front of him was a golden nameplate: Stanford N. Colpreck III, J.D. Assistant Mayor “It will have to be a short interview,” Stanford said without looking up, his white fluffy head bouncing up and down as he shuffled papers. “I know you understand.” “I’m writing an article for the Empire City Tribune.” That got his attention. His fluffy pomp lifted and he eyed Amber for the first time since she stepped into his office. As soon as he looked her up and down, however, a frown settled on his long, thin, white muzzle, under his fluffy white fur-stache. Amber continued. “...I’m thinking

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HUNTERS WHEN HUNTED - A Prototypical Book Opening

Tobias grunted as he flicked the indicator and pulled Bandit into the turnoff to Bunnings. Sitting in the passenger seat, Barak had the window wound down, one elbow resting on the frame, as he mindlessly scrolled on his phone with the other hand. Not even ten in the morning, and the overcast atmosphere was already muggy enough to stick anyone’s shirt to their back and glue their tongue to the roof of their mouth. The old Nissan Safari rumbled into the sprawling parking lot, amongst the dozens of vehicles, and headed straight towards the unoccupied spaces underneath the row of miserable looking gum trees. After neatly positioning Bandit between the white lines, Tobias keyed off the ignition, and the vehicle shuddered off. “We’re early enough it shouldn’t be hell in there.” he said, voice deep. Barak shoved his phone into his pocket. “We’re never early enough in this place,” he replied in a raspy voice, “Look at all these cars, weekends here are like a bloody rugby final.” “Well

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A Meeting in the sky

It was a dingy gray day. Mist hung in the air adding to the gloomy look and the sun just didn’t seem to want to peek through the clouds, to further add to the gloom the air was nippy. It did not seem like a day to be flying, but slogging their way through the clouds was a griffin and its rider.The rider was covered from the cold in a greatcoat and fur lined boots, a head scarf kept his nose and mouth covered and a woolen cap was pulled over his ears. The griffin was brown and gold in plumage and fur, the curved beak of an eagles head showed it was a male griffin, strapped to the saddle was a lance and on the riders hip was an old style long sword. The rider had volunteered to go on patrol. He didn’t mind the isolation or the cold; in fact he rather enjoyed it. The rider was part of a long and proud tradition of griffin riders, tales of their bravery and deeds were well known. In days gone by, formations of winged riders would clash against each other. Not just anyone could be a

Tokota Trainer

NeptuneDivinity

Published: Feb 14, 2024

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Redesign of my previous trainer / tamer since I'm trying to get back into things and WOW was my last girl outdated :]

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