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As darkness fell, Vaeludar and Sora guided Marina to a secluded clearing. There, the two started showing Marina how to fight. First off, Vaeludar and Sora fought each other. Because of his extensive experience with his body's abilities—fists, kicks, wings, and whips—Vaeludar fought without the Sacred Sword. His hands, legs, tail and wings were lethal weapons, and he displayed them against Sora. Marina observed the hybrid fighting against Sora with her shortswords. He only used his fists during the training courses as Sora lashed with only her two weapons. Vaeludar focused on defense and counterattack, while Sora focused fully on the offence. After a while of observing them, Vaeludar and Sora spoke to Marina about what she’d had and could quickly understand how to perform. But before she could try using the magic bow, Vaeludar was the first to pull the siren under his tutorship. Vaeludar's concise demonstration of skill left Marina confused because of his lack of a clear, step-by-step

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Glass walls cracked and fractured, A world all our own where toxic gases bloom , The inner world the self that is cut in pieces , Rebuilt held together with light threads, Locked in knots with a meaning of hope that encounters horrors before revival the heaven of perfection the eternal hour, Sleeping minds speak, Four vocal tones differing inner monologs convert from, Debating logic to pure reason, To be release to breath, When the outer perception Is reviewed showing what beholds Perceiving of a vocal singular chameleon , The host a possession that looks genuine, But as natural, As the perfection of pearls, While three sleep dormant; For the one speaking, Becomes like a symbiotic lover, Protecting the original host from destruction, Emptiness is when I start to breath in a full blown reality, The stillness of mental clarity, When the inner child dissolved with agreement of safety, While the mental code designed and a behavior like a double helix, Twisted engineered sends

I don't understand, Universe The things you do Is it always me? Or do you have something to do with it too? I try to understand That love isn't transactional It just is. So forgive me my ignorance Does there always have to be So much goddamned needless pain? And suffering So many vain tragedies And vagaries? And does every day essentially have to be the same With so much needless suffering With so much confusion So much doubt? If love isn't transactional Why do I always feel that I have to shout Get so angry, so enraged? Like a man that is unable to do anything Like a prisoner, trapped in a cage The centerpiece in this carnival With nothing left to say Feel Pray, or think I have a suspicion That I will never truly know you And it's times like this When I don't think I ever want to My understanding of love seems to be So diverse from yours When I don't see any rhyme or reason I'm reminded of the cold bars surrounding My prison And yet I believe that I committed no crime But to

You find yourself at the mercy of two femme-assassins with a penchant for forced feminization. Trouble is, you enjoy it almost as much as they do. Femdom | Forced Feminization | Facesitting | Dubcon | Humilation | Pegging | POV “…and if we lose this weapons development contract, It will be your ass on the line!” I heard a voice scream angrily into a phone, “Idiot!” I could see the speaker was alone in their office building. He paced angrily back and forth, stresfully swept his short brown hair and hastily adjusted his cheap suit. I look to my acquaintance, Eawyn, on the other side of the window. She, too, peered in at our prey. You turned in shock, having heard a rush of air as I pried the glass open. “Who’s there?” you call out, frightened, “I’ll call security!” I watch eagerly as you take your phone from your pocket, “I wouldn’t do that,” I threaten in response, remaining hidden. You spin around to see who the voice belongs to. “Nora Lo-” a hand seals your mouth from

I long for the day when I can hold him close once more, enveloped in the warmth of his presence. The memory of his embrace lingers in my mind, a bittersweet reminder of the safety and comfort he provided. In his arms, I felt a profound sense of security, a feeling of belonging that I can only describe as home. It was as if the world outside faded away, and all that mattered was the connection we shared, a bond that transcended time and space. Without him, I wander through the shadows, lost and adrift in an endless void. Each day stretches on, a monotonous cycle of longing and heartache. The laughter we once shared echoes in my mind, a haunting melody that reminds me of what I’ve lost. I find myself searching for traces of him in every corner of my life, hoping to catch a glimpse of the joy we once knew. But instead, I am met with silence, a stark reminder of his absence that weighs heavily on my heart. I yearn for him to seek me out again, to rescue me from this emptiness that has

“Stupid Umpire” A baseball game starts. The game is exciting. The pitcher throws the ball. The ball makes it over the plate. The stupid umpire yells, “Strike 6!” The crowd does not like the stupid umpire. The pitcher throws the ball. The ball makes it over the plate. The stupid umpire shouts, “Ball 35!” The crowd does not like the stupid umpire. The pitcher throws the ball. The ball makes it over the plate. The stupid umpire screams, “Strike 19!” The crowd does not like the stupid umpire. The pitcher throws the ball. The ball makes it over the plate. The stupid umpire complains, “Fast ball!” The crowd does not like the stupid umpire. The pitcher throws the ball. The ball makes it over the plate. The stupid umpire yells, “My eyes hurt! Do that again!” The crowd does not like the stupid umpire. The pitcher throws the ball. The ball makes it over the plate. The stupid umpire cheers and yells, “Strike 83!” The crowd does not like the stupid umpire. The pitcher throws

Vaeludar stared only at the figure. He knew this was truly a monster, and he had to fight it. A barrier trapped him, leaving him without the greatest aid: the Sacred Sword. Since meeting the demented Spirit of Lusìvar, this was the first time he encountered a Sin. However, the body in question puzzled Vaeludar, as he couldn't discern whether it was a mortal flesh or an undying, immortal body. Vaeludar could sense its aura, but couldn't detect its scent. This had to be a ghost, just like Lusìvar. Or Lusìvar himself. However, this one was entirely different. Vaeludar recognized the immense power of this figure, which appeared to be weaker than Lusìvar's spirit. Vaeludar remembered Lusìvar claimed to possess the Sin of Pride, the strongest of the Seven Sins. However, the Sin in question was weaker and entirely distinct. The real query is, what Sin was it? There were six to choose from: Sloth, Lust, Envy, Wrath, Gluttony, or Greed. But he felt Wrath was out of the equation because, for one

All aboard the tired train, welcomes a vacant seat, and an anti-social silence, for the norm is not to greet, it is long after sunset, the late hour dangers spawn, where safety in strangers, Is almost all gone, cash hides hidden in my pocket, only a couple coins to spare, just enough to go, from here to over there, these unfamiliar faces, I fail to recognize, we all star in the background, of other peoples lives, onto an unknown shoulder, a man slips slowly asleep, onto her purse hugs a lady, to guarantee her keep, curious where they come from, wonder where they will go, so soon I step off the train, and I may never know.

As Lyra and Ethan drew closer to the sea flanking Cerulean City’s north end, a brisk afternoon breeze sprang up. The wind ruffled Lyra’s hair like a pair of hands even bigger than her own, carrying with it the alluring scent of salt. As she breathed deeply the fresh air, Lyra silently thanked Misty for the advice. The cape truly would be a perfect place to confess her feelings for Ethan, if only she could quiet her racing heart. Ethan straightened up, standing on Lyra’s shoulder and holding her auburn hair to steady himself as he pointed ahead. “Look, Nugget Bridge!” he said, acting every bit the tourist. Lyra laughed softly at her companion’s antics. “Calm down, it’s just a bridge. Do you think it can even hold me?” Despite her meteoric growth spurt, she hadn’t stopped to consider her weight since leaving her home in Viridian City all those days ago. She knew she had to have increased in weight as well as height, but the thought had never become more than an abstract concept for