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 | Miasmora & Wisric's Grand Meridellian MisadventureMiasmora and Wisric snuck out of Isoldeia's rooms, leaving her and the Royal Gelert prince to catch up. They hadn't known each other, not exactly, but they'd known of each other, and her presence seemed far more comforting to him than theirs had been. Collab with meercamaster184
by phadalusfish |  | The Adventures of Draikin and the Light Faerie”Well, how very, very sad,” the mincing Yellow Ogrin, Blau, taunted Draikin as the Elephante guards led the Ixi back to his room. “The littlest prince has lost his pretty playmate! Tsk. Tsk...
by jennythegreat |  | Team Sloth StrikesOn the hangar floor, the security squad had fully encircled Team Sloth Lieutenant Galix’s shadowy vessel. The ship loomed motionless, dark against the flashing lights which had now turned crimson upon the alarm’s activation...
by lavo0810 |  | The Heist at the Chocolate Factory.Thoren Sable had never been one for disguises, not even to make a robbery plan more effective. His dark fur was like midnight itself, his long grey hair always fell over his face...Collab with rascle90 & kikepv
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"Visage" by precious_katuch14
Callista stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her wide eyes were scarlet with green irises. When her jaw dropped, it revealed sharp, pointed teeth that were neither sharp nor pointed before. Her fur had become a deep shade of purple, yet somehow her auburn hair had been untouched. As if to be sure, the Aisha reached up to twirl a lock of it around her trembling fingers – which had suddenly grown what she could only call claws. Her face twisted from shock to disbelief after she touched it over and over, feeling it with her hands, before her knees gave way beneath her and she dropped to the floor, still gazing at the other Aisha in the glass. Then her shoulders shuddered as she gave way to profuse, broken sobbing. “Callista? Callista!” She looked up when she heard her name; it had been called by an Aisha who resembled her, albeit with softer features and red eyes hidden behind glasses. Briefly, she noticed the already dissipating tendrils of emerald light from his profile. “F-Father! What’s happening?” she wailed as the other Aisha knelt beside her, cupping her chin in gentle hands and brushing her hair away from her face. “I…my face…your face…” “The Orb has been stolen,” whispered Sergeant Major Crandall into her ear as he slowly scrubbed a tear away from her left eye. He whispered spell words under his breath, and green fire blazed anew on his fingers.
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