Playing Goddard Part 9: Thanatos

_ _ _Does it still hurt?_ _Not as much as the fear of losing you._ _They might try again._ _Let them try. I'm done playing. Nobody is going to come between us. I promise._ _ _ **Tuesday, 3rd...

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Why would anyone want to fuck a dragon?

Are you guys serious about actually wanting to fuck dragons? What the hell is wrong with you? Why would anyone actually want to take a dragon to bed, lie atop her and run your hands over her body, feeling the bump of every tiny scale caress your hand,...

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Free Flight

Journal Entry #1 - August 13th 2049 @08:35 The ship didn't even have a name. It was a short, compact thing, all angles and hard edges. Burn marks scored the underside and whatever labels or markings it once bore had long since peeled away. But he said...

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A Less Rude Tale - Part 3

"Get out of here, knife-ears." The innkeeper growled. Unconsciously, my hand reached up to the tips of my narrow ears. "We don't want your kind in here. Either of you." I looked back at Tsartia. "We don't want trouble. Just a place to spend the...

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A Less Rude Tale - Part 2

"Will there be anything else?" the Imperial barkeep asked. _I can't believe she makes me do this._I hesitated, resting the tray of breakfast on the counter. He had that not-quite-honest smile that innkeepers wear when talking to patrons. I cleared my...

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The Offering

Monday, 4th April, 2089 "Just try not to make any jokes," Rangostein says. I glance over at the drone. Rangostein floats near me, silent but for a faint whirring sound that I suspect is just played from a speaker somewhere so I know it's there,...

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Caladar's Manifesto

Deep beneath the surface, near the very bones of the Earth itself, where one can feel the heavy, silent weight of the mountains pressing down upon them, there is a cave, carved by...

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Just a Sketch: Part 1

The scene unfolded underneath her pencil, opening up and letting itself be drawn. She sat hunched over, legs crossed with the sketchbook on her lap. It would have been uncomfortable if she was paying attention but she was focused...

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