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Chapter 13 - Training Day

The next morning came too quickly. I open my eyes to see Leaf laying near the dying fire, Raposa’s family lying next to him. It was such an adorable site, the young elf laying with the foxes. It would have been seen as something very elf like back in my world. Remembering what happened the day before, of how the two of us could see what the other person was thinking, I tried to send a mental image to Leaf of what I was seeing. Leaf’s body stirs before one of his eyes opens. He gives a soft smile, apparently seeing the mental image I sent him. Then an image came into my mind. I saw myself, a large black and brown Fenrir curled up in a ball. Between my side and massive fluffy tale, I could see a small orange patch of fur. Raposa was completely engulfed by my fur, looking more akin to a plushy toy. But seeing it from Leaf’s eyes, and feeling her warmth next to me, gave me a pleasant filling in my heart. “I take it that it is time to train?” Leaf questions in our minds, trying not to

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Essay Fun and Magic

DE: Firmen Name: Fun and Magic Impressum von Fun and Magic Fun and Magic – Spielwaren & Magisches Seit 1874 Inh. Leon Bauer & Paul Whitmore Drachen Platz 4 52864 Drachenstein Deutschland Telefon: +49 (0)555 123456 Fax: +49 (0)555 123457 E-Mail: info@funandmagic.com Website: www.FunandMagic.com Umsatzsteuer-ID gemäß § 27 a Umsatzsteuergesetz: DE123456789 Steuernummer: 12/345/67890 Zuständige Aufsichtsbehörde: Gewerbeaufsichtsamt Göttingen Verantwortlich für den Inhalt nach § 55 Abs. 2 RStV: Leon Bauer Drachen Platz 4 52864 Drachenstein (Alle Angaben sind rein fiktiv! Jede Ähnlichkeit mit echten Angaben ist rein zufällig! Ich habe den oberen abschnitt mit KI erstellt, um möglichst sicher zu gehen das es keinen echten Angaben endspricht!) Fun and Magic gibt es seit 1874 In A ist Fun and Magic ein normaler typischer Spielzeug Laden mit einer extrem langen Tradition. In B gibt es neben den Spielzeug Laden noch die Möglichkeit alles, was für Magische Berufe

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War Beneath the Tonsil

They say Kath’le Kal was split in two the day when brother and sister killed each other beneath the throne. There is a wound there now, a crater and a pulsing sore formed from fire and gastrointestinal fluid. The sands stir and the rivers of pus and blood flow to dam the hole. Yet this wound will never heal. Yes, there is an ulcer in the belly of the Great Devourer that burns and itches, itches, and burns. No wonder she is in such a bad mood. Chapter 12 War Beneath the Tonsil A full day after the battle, and his wings were still too soft. Xerxes licked the silver stalk as soft as butter; too salty. He had to dilute it, so he dunked his head in a vat of water, draining the fluid by half. These injuries were far deeper than he had feared. It took everything he had to fly back to his hive, landing upon his mother’s soft palate seconds before the last of his membrane tore through. The pain was hard to ignore, a throbbing sore like a welt just under the tongue. Still, it was his pride

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The Cairn

Begging forgiveness a stone in my pocket, I climb. Up the side of the mountain through hail and sleet, I climb. To the grave of a friend at the peak of the world, I climb. Burdened by sin, in repentance, I climb.

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I serve the risen court of dust in wrath and misery I bow my head because I must, I hunt the grand and free. I keep the hounds of ruin’s get I loose them on the kind and claim the trappings of regret that are not on my mind.

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[V] Unexpected Obstacle

It was a very early start to the morning for Hakon when he was woken from his slumber, his handler walking into his stall with his saddle and halter in hand. The sun had yet to peek above the horizon, the fading evening leaving a haze of blue at the edges and a piercing chill in the air. Outside the stable, Hakon could hear snuffling and pacing in the fields, and after staring outside for a moment, he caught a glimpse of the two dogs wandering around and taking in the fresh scents left behind. His ears flattened against his head in disapproval. He had never seen Harpy or Bishop outside of the garden before. As soon as the halter and saddle were on and fixed in place without pinching him, Amy used a stepping stool to climb into the saddle and scratched between his ears. "It's fine, we're just going for a walk to let them exercise." Hakon snorted. Their warm breaths turned to mist in the sharp coldness of the air, and he followed her lead out of the stable. A wren was singing

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[V] Quest, Defense | Backroads

The noise of the rattling wheels and tumbling crates and barrels was beginning to annoy Magus, to a point that he was already regretting his choice of agreeing to help those following behind him. He had been happily minding his own business in the back end of nowhere, stuck between a mountain and a forest. The trail he was following had been abandoned and left for the wilderness to reclaim, or so he had stupidly thought. It was where he had run into Hofvarpnir and the travelling trader, though not in the literal sense. Magus had stumbled upon them when the travelling trader was fixing one of the wheels of the wagon with crates scattered on the ground after the wagon had toppled. A few of the spokes of the wheel had splintered and cracked, and as a result, had snapped the felloes from the sudden pressure. Hofvarpnir had been released from the wagon so the travelling trader could replace the wheel with another, letting the stag roam a short distance and eat the vegetation to his

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[V] Fancy Seeing You Here | Cacique Grouse

The heat of the desert was stifling and stagnant; not a single breeze to be felt among the flats. The cracked ground starved of water muted Cacique’s steps as he ventured far, far, away from the Cardinal herd for peace of mind, quiet, and sanity. If he forced himself to linger among them any more than he already did he feared he might go mad and lose his patience. Even the mere act of leaving the herd was a risk, but it was one he was willing to take just to get away from the ramblings and angered bickering. The desert had gotten to everyone’s heads, not just his own, as many of the herd was questioning why they were in such a barren and desolate place to begin with. No water, no food. The tense answer of ‘passing through’ had worked in the beginning, but as they kept trudging through the desert and crossing dunes… No one was fooled. Stress was building and there was nowhere for anyone to wander off to calm down, no bushes or trees to hide behind, no grass to gnaw at to vent

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Plans :: Braylen : Jackdaw : Starling

The breeze felt irritating to Braylen as the wind whipped up against the cliffs and rocky shore of Brekkathorpe, broken and dilapidated ruins clinging on to their last of their recognizable shapes. Stone and wood were once again overrun by nature, and slowly the man made castles and buildings that once stood tall and proud, were crumbling and falling to mere pieces. The gulls called loudly as they rode the wind, searching for easy meals to snatch up from unsuspecting patrons, the occasional human or dwarf spotted waving their arms to dissuade the birds from grabbing a free meal from them. The golden stag remained unmoved, glaring out at the neverending sea as the flowers that scattered the fields danced. It was peaceful and serene… it wasn’t Braylen’s favorite place to be. He liked the chaos the herd brought, though they were mostly scattered to fill up on sweet grasses. He heard another approach him, Braylen shifting his weight to lay eye on Jackdaw, the dark stag stopping beside

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Mountain Storm :: Finn : Leland

The weather had already started to turn just a few miles into their trek, to which Leland and Finn had a choice. To head back and forget their mission, or push forward no matter the cost. It only took a single glance between them for the other to know what they were thinking. The stags had caught whispers of Rukaan stranded in the snows within the Howling Ranges, trapped in the never ending cycle of blizzards and avalanches. Many over the years had been lost to the mountains, but Finn and Leland at least came with a plan. They knew their small, but growing, herd had started to time their departure. After a certain number of hours, they would come looking. It wasn’t foolproof, but it was the best they had. It was the wind that started first, howling against their pelts and swirling the snow that had already landed on the frozen mountain paths. Nothing but grey and white surrounded them, between the rocks, snow and clouds. Though they were darkening with every moment that went

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Just Deserts :: Ra : Osprey

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[CV] Howl (85) - Fires

Howl snorted loudly, pushing the soot under his muzzle up in a gust of cloying black. He pulled his head up quickly, nose wrinkled in disgust. Tail twitching, he continued cautiously through the ruined forest. The trees were black and burnt, their bark cracked and slowly oozing out sap. Puffs of ash danced up under each of Howl’s hoof falls, settling back down once he was gone. The herd had seen the blaze from far off the night before. Orange and red flames licking up at the starry sky, the somber roar reaching their ears and keeping the foals awake. The older fillies, Ata, Andromeda, Thalia, and Ahoy had tried to put on brave faces for the younger foals. Ata had tried to tell them that she’d fight the fire herself if it tried to catch them. Salem had been stoic, large eyes reflecting the searing colors off in the distance. Tiya and Pepper stayed close to their mothers, shaking and whimpering occasionally, needing comfort. Thankfully the fire had never made its way toward them and

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CV | Buffalo | Spotted In The Reeds

The cool Autumn air swept through the valley, leaving a cold sting in the lungs of the horses that lived there. Every breath lingered in the air, a pale mist expressing how the horses felt the chill deep within themselves. Autumn was slowly transitioning to Winter and the herd were making their way to new grounds to spend the upcoming freezing months in safety and security. The herd stopped to take a rest from their travel, but a few individuals still felt the need to explore and stretch their legs. Blue walked a few paces ahead of the mares, his ears swivelling constantly, surveying the land as they passed through. The ground was hard beneath his hooves, the grass brittle and no longer sweet with summer dew. His ears twitched toward the sound of a running creek nearby and he kept himself alert but laid back enough for the sake of the mares he was watching over. Trinket followed Blue's path, her steps easy and even, also noticing the ground solidity under her hooves. Robyn walked to

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[E] Lazy Mornings

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HotS | Icarus | Claim Attempt 1

Talvace

Published: Jul 24, 2017

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Lead Horse : Icarus
Claimable Horse : Mare 74
Bonus : N/A
Art Quality: Leader FB, Flat Color, NPC, Photo BG, Claiming

The sabino on that mare killed me

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QuibbleCur

Jul 24, 2017

Claim Attempt.

Dashing through the snow. two horses in an open field
The claiming attempt is go, oh what will this roll yield
the score is 51, Icarus made her spirit light
So it seems that this young mare will be joining her tonight!~

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