Shifting Alliegances (Anthro Articuno TF/TG)Shifting Allegiances
Pokemon Go had sucked up most of Eric’s free time for the past couple weeks. Pokemon had always been his favorite video game franchise, and the idea of catching Pokemon in the real world was just too fun to pass up on. He anxiously waited while the somewhat large app downloaded on his phone, bouncing his knee up and down in excitement. Soon, the game was finally ready to play, and he quickly started his Pokemon journey.
Going around town looking for Pokemon was even more fun that he thought it would be. Not only was he finally getting some exercise and some sunlight, he wasn’t the only person doing it. Time and again he’d run into another player, and start up a nice little chat while they hunted. It was a nice way of networking and getting tips, especially since he was such a low level. By the time he was level 5 and able to choose his team, he had no clue who to join. Eric had met nice players on Instinct, Va
The Hunt (A Fox TF) Walks in the woods had never quite been like this before for Eve. As a hunter, her entire professional career took place in these woods, bagging rabbits and deer to both eat and sell. She was simple, but proud. But this walk was different. There was no hunt today, no work, no prospective buyers. It was just her now, her and the inevitable. Looking at the small hairs sprouting on her hand with a weary look, Eve carried on, deeper into the forest. How much time left she knew not, but it couldn’t be more than a day at most. It was quiet, as usual. The most exciting things in these woods would be the odd bear waking up from a nap. As her boots crunched on twigs and leaves, Eve took a sporadic path. These woods were like a second home to her, she knew practically every turn and bend within the forest. But now, it was beginning to feel like a first home, not a second. She didn’t think she’d be leaving it for a while.
Magic was something
The Mark (A Lycanthrope TF)The Mark
I am dirty. It is a dirtiness that has seeped to my very core. I deeply wish to seek help, yet know I cannot. The most I can do is carry on my humble service for as long as I can, then leave before it becomes too much. Corruption is slow, for now it is without pain, though texts say it may become arduous in later stages. I fear not the pain, nobody fears the pain here anymore- for it is a fact of life itself. My true fears of this curse come in full from the impact of it. It is said that the true signs of a branch of a church failing are when their healers are put into harm. It pains me deeply to know I am the sign of my church’s weakness. My whole life has been spent devoted to this church, and now I may be the one who brings it to ruin.
My curse came upon me a week ago, if the symptoms are any indication. As for what may have caused this, my only guess is one of my patients somehow passed it to me. I do not blame the poor lost shee
The Dragon's Verse (A Dragoness TF/TG)The Dragon’s Verse
The brave knight led the charge into the horde of enemies. His sword, raised high above his head, a guttural warcry bellowing from his mouth. He tore through the enemy, fighting with skill and finesse. These villains were no match for skills, they were practically running into his sword. Wave after wave they came, and wave after wave they fell. Battles may take days sometimes, but this battle would take mere minutes, if that. As the hero stood atop the now blood soaked hill, he looked upon the field. They had won, the world was safe yet again. But suddenly, the knight fell into a dark abyss, a loud shrill shriek piercing the heavens itself.
Brendan groaned as he sat up. It was his day off, but he forgot to turn of that stupid alarm. With a short sigh, he turned it off, upset about the dream that had been cut short. Being a fantasy hero was just so appealing, he’d take any chance to experience that, even in his dreams.
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