FSE

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Part Two

Life has just come to kick me in the ass, but I'm still posting damnit. Might be a while for more though. Unemployed and just lost my supplemental income, with no nibbles on the job side. If I could make a living off my writing, I would write for a living, but until then, I'll make due with the occasional [tip in my jar](%5C) from folks who like my work. As soon as the tips equate to full time income, everybody gets full-time writing from me. That's a LOT of stories, mind you.

In the meantime, enjoy what I can do around stress and possible future homelessness. Cross your fingers and hope for the best for me!

(As a curious note, I barely managed to refrain from titling this "Tails of WoWer" as a bad pun... You've been hinted.)

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"What do you mean you can't shut down the server?" the tech asked over the phone as he walked through the hallways to the data center. "Okay, so the server's not responding to commands. Why didn't you get a specialist to kill the processes?" He listened to the voice on the other side and frowned. "If the processes were killed, the server shouldn't still be up. That does sound weird. Fine, I'll take a look at it."

He loved his job. He was on call, but the number of calls he got were small. This was apparently an odd one though. So they had tried to shut down a server and it didn't shut down. They had gotten an advanced tech to kill the processes on the main machine. Normally this would force a shutdown of all the world and instance servers when the main process died. Though it wouldn't be clean, crashes happened and this would just simulate one.

Now they said the server processes weren't even running on the machine. There was no sign of the server on the hardware at all, but they could still connect to it from anywhere. He figured he'd log in locally and find the servers still running, so imagine his surprise when the local console indicated the whole bank for that realm was clean of all processes.

"No, you were right. There's no way it is running the realm," he said over the phone. "That's it. I'm shutting down the whole machine. I'll confirm that it's unreachable here afterward, then we can start seeing if there is an alternate network location problem. It might be ARP poisoning."

He tapped on the console quickly and shut the machines down, then unplugged them just to make sure. That made for solid proof that there was no way for the machine to be talking on the network. A side trip brought him to a workstation and he loaded up the game client. While he was doing so, he ran network traces and raw connect attempts against the IP of the realm in question to make sure the internal network was uncompromised. They all came back with no response, which proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that there was no way anything could connect to the realm.

"Okay, try now," he told the other end of the call. He waited a short while and typed in his own work password, then tried to connect to the realm. His jaw dropped as the client announced a successful connection and displayed his character screen, only a few characters on this account, all outfitted in GM robes.

He heard an odd clunk from the person he had been talking to. "Hello? What was that?" There was no response. Odd... A quick poke at some other functions and he tried raw connections to the server again. Failed. Wait... this shouldn't be possible. The network ports were not listening, the server was unplugged, there was definitely no network route to anything.

With a frown, he disconnected and started up a network sniffer locally on the workstation to try to trace where the rogue data was coming from. He set it to log as he reconnected and the client immediately took him back to the same server, displaying the character select screen. He pulled up the network sniffer screen and looked at the data.

There was the global login. Wait. Where was the server connection? No network traffic to a server at all. Now this was just getting weird. In fact, this was getting weird enough to give him a headache. Still no response from the other side of the phone, but he was too distracted now to care.

Some more poking at the sniffer before he looked at the back of the workstation he was on. One network connection. In a final, desperate attempt to make some semblance of sense out of the situation, he finally yanked the network cable out of the workstation, quickly confirmed that there was absolutely no network connectivity to the thing, and clicked on the third character on his selection screen.

He boggled as the character information came up instantly. That wasn't possible. That had to come over the network and he had just confirmed that there was absolutely no network connectivity on this machine. He heard a voice in the background on the phone before the handset was actually picked up.

"No, this is Brian down at the data center. I'm looking into it. Where did the other guy go?" He shook his head in bewilderment, distracted by the picture on his screen. Unable to resist the temptation, his mouse moved down to the enter world button. "No, everything's completely unplugged on this side. I'm on a machine with absolutely no network connectivity but I'm still staring at the character select screen for the realm. I have NO clue what's going on here." He clicked. The person on the other end of the phone heard the clunk of a cell phone hitting the desk.

* * *

A short while earlier...

"...t!!!" Steve exclaimed, wincing as a ripple went through his entire body. He shut his eyes, expecting oblivion... or at least not sure what to expect.

"What?!" Cel asked, still atop him. "Who are you?!"

"What the hell?! Oh my god, what's happening?!" It was the same voice that had talked about models and animations. Steve opened his eyes and blinked up at a young man in a polo shirt who looked horrendously confused. "This was in the game!" the man exclaimed, looking scared.

"Woah, calm down," Steve said, realizing that with Cel atop him and his shaft still sunk deep inside her, he wasn't exactly in a position to move easily.

"No way! The job doesn't come with this! Oh god, did I fall asleep at work?!"

Steve couldn't help but laugh. "That's precisely what I thought at first too. Have you tried just thinking about the system menu and thought exit game or anything?" he asked jokingly.

The man looked at him like he was crazy, but then after a moment proclaimed, "Hey, it worked!" just before he vanished. Steve gaped in surprise at the empty space and immediately tried it himself. He might be able to go home! Sure enough, his awareness was of the system menu, but his attempts to hit the exit "˜button' in his mind met with failure for no reason he could comprehend.

Cel frowned as something tried to drag her new mate away from her, but the strength of the claim she held on him allowed her to shrug off the unknown force easily. The worry that he expressed had her concerned. Then that other strange creature... Another human, was it? Thankfully it had gone away.

Then her surroundings caught her attention. She was no longer on an inaccessible rise. More of a rolling hill. In fact, the whole world seemed strange. Some sections seemed to waver in a way, feeling more natural than the sections that still looked odd like before.

"Damn," Steve muttered.

She looked at him. "What?"

"I thought I could get home like it looks like he did, but it didn't work." She could feel his disappointment through her claim on him. She had a sudden realization and her heart sank.

Steve blinked as the dragon's gaze turned hard.

"You were trying to leave me?" she asked him quietly. He realized that this question was tinged with both accusation and with danger for him.

He was torn all of a sudden. He was displaced, wanting to get home, but he hadn't thought of her at all. He at least had some idea about this place. She was completely out of her element. Though this world probably suited her better than it did him, given her form, she really had no knowledge of it at all.

He had an instant wave of shame wash over him. How could he have been so callous and selfish as to have tried to run and leave her behind? Tears welled to his eyes as he considered his situation. He was in a completely unreal and frightening place, yet he knew -some- about it at least. He was scared, but so was she. How could he leave her like that? How could...?

Wait... Why was he suddenly so attached to her? What was going on? Why was she suddenly the most solid thing in his world? He hardly knew her! The sex had been amazing, but still... This made him more scared, and he clung to her all of a sudden in desperation.

Cel wasn't sure what to make of the situation. He had welcomed her to claim him. He was hers! Why had he tried to leave?! She could feel the link. It was stronger than any she had known any other dragon to have because of the power behind her claim, yet there was something missing. Had she made a horrible mistake? Was he incompatible with her?

Then she sensed the confusion, the fear, and the desperation in him. "I'm sorry!" he cried as he threw his arms around her again. "I wasn't thinking. I can't leave you here all alone!"

She had to ask, though she dreaded the results of the answer. "Steve, do you know what it means that I claimed you?" Her heart sank as he shook his head and she felt the negative from him. He had no idea. "Do you know what it means to submit?" Again a negative from him. The next few moments would be quite telling.

She took a breath and was well aware of his flesh still within her, but she had to resolve this. "Steve... When I took your throat in that cave, that was a ritualistic submission to dragons. A sign of trust. You showed that you trusted me with your life. I saw what you did to that other dragon-like thing, so I knew you were powerful. I offered my throat to you, but you didn't make me submit to you in return. If you did, we would have been purely equals. Without you making me submit, it signaled that you were at my command."

She looked down at him. His eyes were wide and he was obviously trying hard to understand. "When I brought you here, I thought you knew what it meant when I said I wanted to claim you. Dragons lay claim to each other by forcing the mating action. Normally it's ritualistic, since we can't truly hurt each other. The magic knows the meaning though and still forms a claim link. I truly forced you. I could have ripped your throat out, because it's soft. The magic knew this and made the link that much more powerful for me. Maybe more powerful than any dragon has ever had. You're my first claim too."

She looked at him. "Do... do humans have the same sort of magic links?" He shook his head, his eyes wider. She was already able to associate that head motion with a negative. Her eyes shut tightly and she buried her face against his chest, her body shaking with grief. What had she done?

Steve was terrified at first. Magical link? She had literally raped him to form it? It didn't feel that way to him though. Her teeth had been scary at first, but he trusted her. He felt that she would not hurt him. Now she was... crying? Same as she had in the cave when she was desperate. It tore his heart to shreds to see her like this. Why though? Why was he so attached to this strange furred dragon? Was it the link?

"W...what does it mean to be claimed by you?" he asked softly.

"For a dragon, it's the greatest thing ever," she said, sounding miserable. "It means protecting each other, caring for each other, and never being apart, no matter the distance between you. A dragon makes a claim and the magic is spent for a long time after. Most dragons only make two or three claims in their lifetime. We used to make only one, but the eaters began stealing dragons, forcing their partners to make new claims. I didn't want to die in a strange world without a claim, but..." She choked and couldn't continue.

She began to shake against him again as he considered the situation. He was attracted to her before any magic of a claim. He felt for her the moment he had touched her fur. The sex was unlike anything he could ever imagine with a human, and he had his own history of women he spent time with. He realized he had submitted to her. He had welcomed her claim.

There was a strange force from the moment he came in her depths. It was alien to him, so he had blocked it out. Maybe he thought it was the oddness of the GM watching, or the server shutdown threat, but as he examined the pressure it put on him, he realized it was his unrealized half of the claim.

His mind went about putting two and two together again. This time he came up with a very simple thing: One. Damn the whole world, damn his past, maybe damn his future. In so short a time she had given him so much. He would be hers, knowing everything that it meant now. You hear that magic?!

He reached up and grasped her cheeks with his hands, drawing her face up to his and kissing her lips, something she obviously never experienced before. He gazed into her beautiful eyes, noticing for the first time the flickering glow in the depth they held. As he solidified his resolve, he felt a surge of pleasure through the flesh that was still buried in her, building as the magic invaded him fully now.

"Cel, I know what it means now, I want you to claim me," he gasped. "I will be yours!" His hands moved down her snout and his fingers curled into her mouth as it opened in surprise. He turned her head as she was so malleable in her own state of surprise and pulled her jaws down around his throat, maybe even a bit too vehemently, as she had to force her own jaws wider when her back teeth broke his soft skin.

His head tilted back and he arched his throat up into her maw as an explosion of sensation that caused the prior experience with her to pale like a candle beside the sun wracked through his body. He felt her jaws tighten just barely, her whole body trembling in reaction. This time he welcomed the magic, and in it came, a flood of power coursing through him like nothing he or any other human had ever experienced. He was truly hers now, until his end.

When he put his lips against her muzzle it sent a nearly electric shock through her, stunning her with sensation. Her jaws fell open, only to have his fingers pry them further before he drew them down to his throat again. What?! She was supposed to force him! What would the magic think of him forcing her to force him?

She worried as she tasted the salty tang of blood on his throat and wrenched her jaws wider. She could not break his trust! The wave of power that washed over her was so overwhelming that it almost forced her jaws closed, but she fought to protect him from her deadly bite with every ounce of her will and energy. The result... was astounding...

She had once in her life been at the fringes of the energy released when a dragon destroyed an eater. It was the most terrifying and painful experience ever. Dragons closer to the epicenter had been killed instantly. The sheer amount of power that she was exposed to now made that episode look like a breeze from a flutterer's wings by comparison.

The difference was that this power was hers. Hers and his. It was the hottest, most invigorating, most terrifyingly pleasurable, most gratifying thing ever. She had made a mistake, but he rectified it. His actions made up for it and so much more. He was truly, -TRULY- hers now. Not to mention he was making another delightful addition to the warm feeling inside her. She liked that.

She carefully removed her teeth from his throat as they both calmed down and winced at the rivulets of blood trickling down the sides of his neck. His whole body was glistening with moisture and his breath was heavy as he looked at her with a wild exuberance in his gaze. A gesture with his hand and she almost jumped off him in surprise as a green sparkle rolled over him and she watched the wounds on his throat close before her eyes.

Maybe this strange world wouldn't be so bad after all.

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"Thrall, there's a lot of panic. There are still a lot of regions under server control. It's like the server shut down, but it didn't really shut down. It was marked as an emergency shut down too. This strange event is worrying everybody."

The orc shook his head. "Ever since this blight fell on our world, we've dealt with it, but it's been predictable. This is completely new and does indeed worry me. Dalaran is still under server conditions. Is Shattrath free yet?"

"Reports are in that Shattrath is back to normal," a massive tauren informed him with a nod.

"Get as many leaders as you can to head in that direction. Send word swiftly. Get messengers through portals and get a meeting called. This seems severe enough to call it an emergency." He shook his head and finally got around to shaking off the damn heavy armor that the server forced onto him.

Their whole world had been turned upside down a number of years ago when the force they came to know as The Server took over their existence. It shrunk their world to a mere shadow. Journeys that would previously take days on foot could be travelled in a few mere hours. It changed terrain to block passage between regions except through small openings in unnatural hills. Huge regions of the world wiped clean, blocked from access.

The worst part about it though was the effect on every single creature in the world. Nobody's life was their own anymore. Their free will was ripped from their souls as their bodies were transformed into puppets, their true minds and identities a mere shadow stuck in the shell of their flesh, forced to play out the events the server orchestrated for them. Day in, day out, their normal lives placed on hold while they went through the same patterns.

Death brought occasional relief for a while for some, though it was a frightening experience nonetheless. Only the knowledge that the server simply moved them elsewhere before returning them to the same patterns again eased their troubled souls. They were the lucky ones though. There were millions of lives the server did not acknowledge. It moved them. They vanished from the world, gone into nothingness until the server shut down again. Nothing for up to a week at a time, then only a few hours at best to try to live with their mates, see their loved ones, or feel the wind through their fur as they pad around the forest they once called home. Then back to the void when the server returned.

All of this for the entertainment of people called players. They came in the guise of normal folks, called themselves heroes, and did the same blasted things, over and over, protected by the server though they died often. Hundreds, even thousands of them.

The true denizens had hated them at first, but soon they came to realize that the players were not the ones to blame. They had no attachment to this world. They felt no pain from the injuries inflicted upon them. They could not help it. They did not know what the server did to this world. The server blinded them in a way similar to the lives it took over here. The players themselves were being played, and paying for it with their own resources in the world they came from.

The only small good the server had brought was the end of pretty much all interfactional fighting in the world. It was too hard to wage wars during "weekly cleanup". This didn't mean that everybody LIKED everybody else now, but at least there was a pretty much world-wide non-aggression pact. Only the truly evil were not a part of it.

The peace it brought was unexpected, yet definitely welcomed by everybody who was not innately evil. One could only hope that the peace would last if the server ever left them alone. The fact that everybody found the forced fighting caused by the server to be quite aggravating pushed everybody into an intolerance for the constant fighting and left them with a serious distaste for continuing quibbles. With so little time to engage in any activities, friendly ones were much more tolerable.

Thrall shook his head. What did this change mean? What would become of them? If only anybody knew.

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Teranda frowned as she stared at the thread. She had been a Light Kitsune for some years now and had five tails, which pleased her greatly, but she had no idea what was going on with this thread. Normally when she found something she didn't understand, she just had to think about it and the knowledge came to her. Not the case here though.

The thread was normal up to the hole. She didn't know any better way to describe it. It was literally a hole in the weave which this one thread vanished into. The thread was tight, so that wasn't an issue.

After a moment's consideration, her curiosity overcame her. She worked with her claws to very carefully grasp the thread and gave it a little tug, hoping to extract a small amount of it from the hole.

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Steve sighed happily, though his future was horribly uncertain now. After that explosive event, she had been left panting and drowsy. He knew she was more out of place than he was, so he voiced no objection as she carefully lifted herself off him and settled beside him, her arm draped over him comfortably.

She fell asleep quickly while he found himself with too much on his mind to slumber. With her still holding him, he couldn't look around too easily, but he enjoyed looking at the sky. It was odd though. Some parts of the sky looked like the game sky, with that surreal aspect to them, and some looked fully real.

He really had no way to plan now. He had no idea what the future would bring. Whether he was stuck here, or would go back home, or what. He knew he didn't want to leave Cel. He was a man of his honor and word. No matter how strange the situation may be, he gave himself to her. He only hoped he hadn't made a mistake.

He felt a strange vertigo for a moment as his recollection of events prior to coming to the game world suffered some scrambling. He squinched his eyes shut, hoping it would go away. Something else happened though. The night sounds around him, the earth beneath his back, and the soft dragoness against his body suddenly faded away, leaving both silence and no sensation of touch whatsoever.

His eyes blinked open in shock and he saw nothing. Literally, solid blackness, like he was blind. He could not see his own body, though he could feel it was there. He called out, but could not hear his own voice, which brought a rush of panic to him.

But there in his mind, he could still feel Cel. She was asleep, unaware that he was gone. He could feel himself being drawn slowly in her direction by that claim she had over him.

He forced himself to relax and tried to not panic further. He felt that he would return to her, no matter how far away he got, she could bring him back. He just had to wait for her to wake up.

Teranda felt her fur fluff up in frustration as she made only a tiny bit of headway before the thread stuck fast. Normally she could pull a thread out fully if she had to, tracing it to its end, and then reinsert it where it was before with minimal effect on everything. She sighed and peered at the hole the thread was stuck in, weighing options in her mind. Finally she stuck just the tip of her claw in, extending her presence into it so she could try to find out what was on the other side while staying on this side. Sadly, the last part of that didn't work.

She gasped as she suddenly found herself in a completely dark area. It was almost like the void around the weave, but she couldn't even see herself. She never experienced something like this before. She immediately tried to pull back and found in shock that she couldn't. She tried to step back to her own realm, and also couldn't. This was not good at all. A few more attempts to extract herself from this odd place met with a substantial enough failure that she began to grow very worried.

"Is anybody there?" she finally called, desperate now.

Steve jerked his head around as he heard a voice nearby in the pitch blackness. "I'm here!" he shouted, but once again, he could not hear his own voice. The person who called out was female and sounded very close.

"Anybody at all?" the voice said again, this time very small, almost a whimper.

"Can you hear me? I can't hear me! I'm here, who are you?" He almost screamed it, but it did nothing but hurt his throat. No sound came from him at all. He reached out toward the sound and was surprised as his hand came into contact with something soft and fluffy.

The other person made a small eep before his wrist was suddenly caught in a painfully tight grip, causing him to yelp into the silence. A reaching hand felt quickly along his arm and shoulder before closing around his throat. It wasn't completely choking him... yet.

"You must be a Dark one!" the voice accused him, sounding infuriated. "Let me out of here, damn you! I'll fight you with every last ounce of my power!"

He whimpered, unable to communicate at all. He shook his head emphatically before realizing she probably couldn't see him either, based on the fact that she felt up his arm. With an inspiration from his experience with the dragoness, he tilted his head back and allowed himself to go limp, not fighting her grip, though he reached up to pat her hand on his throat lightly with his free hand. He was shocked to discover a fur coat on this female as well. He was more shocked when he felt a tingle of Cel's style of magic flowing from his throat to this female creature.

Teranda shook her head in confusion, her grip loosening just a little. If this was a Dark Kitsune, wouldn't it fight her? Worse, she felt a strange energy flow up her arm from her grip on its throat. She was about to jerk away when she realized it was becoming hers, giving her some kind of empowerment.

Whatever this thing was, it was literally offering her its throat. It felt human in shape, though she still couldn't see a lick. Based on the roughness when she found its throat, she could guess it might be male human in form. Why wouldn't it answer her?

Reaffirming her grip just in case, she freed its wrist and felt its body more carefully. It was aware of her, though seemed confused at her actions. The face and chest definitely seemed male and human in form. A lower touch confirmed its masculinity directly. If it was a Dark Kitsune, he couldn't have many tails or her grip on his throat wouldn't matter to him. It could still be a trick though, knowing the way the Dark ones worked.

She had a way to find out for sure though. Same as she would if she were initiating a lost thread to be a Kitsune. "I'm going to mate with you or else," she hissed quietly with a strong threat in her voice. If he were a Dark one, he could not afford to cum in her or she would be able to destroy him and consume him. It was the only way she could be sure under the circumstances.

Her fingers reached down to trace his flesh and she was glad she still had her own powers despite the odd location. She brought him to arousal quickly with a touch of her skill. She would leave nothing to chance. He would pop in her swiftly.

Steve closed his eyes as she felt along his body, hoping desperately that she understood his submission and that he did not want to hurt her, nor did he want to die by her hand. Her hissed announcement made his eyes shoot open, though it made no difference in what he couldn't see.

He had no sense of direction in this world, no sense of up or down. Her hand reached to touch his crotch again and he felt a power compelling his reaction, bringing him erect in a heartbeat. Her hand stayed on his throat as she maneuvered her body against his. He had no idea what she was, but she was definitely fully covered with fur as well. Her fur was not as soft as Cel's, but still exotically delightful.

Her hand stayed on his shaft as she brought herself closer. He had no idea why there was an "or else" in her statement, but he had no intent of angering her. She had already proven herself to be much stronger than him with her grip on his wrist and she still had his throat in her grasp.

She moved closer to him as she nestled his tip between her nether lips. Gods, she was warm! He moaned in response, though still silently. His arms slipped around her, against his better will. He couldn't help but hold her.

Her hand slipped away from his throat but he felt a puff of breath just before sharp teeth closed against his neck instead. Much more a threat than her hand was. His arms stiffened as he was afraid he was about to have his throat torn out. This was becoming too common lately.

Her teeth only closed enough against his skin to make sure he was aware of them though. Hands moved down to his buttocks as he closed his eyes, tears welling up in them as he was afraid again, unsure of what was happening. She grasped him from behind and pulled him toward her body, engulfing him in her intensely hot depths in an instant.

Now, Cel had ridden him for a few moments before he had succumbed to the delight the dragoness caused. That had just been the best sex ever, and the magic had enhanced it. He couldn't say this was nearly as good, but he felt a power grip on his body from this female that instantly forced him to his peak. His head tilted back and his mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure as he almost felt like he was leaving his body and flowing into hers.

He snapped back into himself in an instant, aware of her body shaking lightly and small wet spots hitting his face. Another female in distess? Maybe she was as stuck here as he would have been were it not for Cel's link to him. She did want him to let her out of the place. His arms tightened around her comfortingly and he pulled her close. He hoped that a warm embrace was at least a universal sign that he would try to help her. There was no way he'd turn his back on somebody who needed him in this odd chain of events

The draconic magic that also infused him had some plans for this event as well though. Unexpected by either of them, the magic took the act as being similar to Cel's claiming of him.

Teranda took enough of a grip on his existence as he shot his load into her that she was immediately able to determine he was only human. Defeat washed over her worse than before. Had he been a Dark Kitsune, she knew she would have a way to escape this place. Anything done by one Kitsune could be undone by another.

She was about to release his throat, tears falling freely as she feared for both herself as well as this unwitting human who was trapped here with her, when a foreign energy suddenly gushed from him into her. Initially she pulled away from it, worried that it was some sort of attack before she realized it was offering itself to be hers. She was a Kitsune. One basic rule was to never turn down any kind of power. She pounced on it like the fox she was.

The power came into her grasp and shot through her euphorically. Her back arched and she forced her teeth away from his throat as a wash of sensation unlike anything she'd ever experienced made her cum harder than should be even physically possible. His tight grip and the powerfully renewed pulse of his flesh within her body told a story of his similar experience, though he was still silent.

She was even more in shock as she felt a tingle that she had felt long before. She had just gotten another tail!

Then the world turned head over heels and she and the man tumbled through nothingness for a few seconds before his back hit soft ground, pinning her arms behind him as she landed atop him. She blinked at the sudden lack of pitch blackness, her ears perking at the night sounds carried on the breeze as she gazed around at the dimly-lit surroundings.

Her head snapped around at a soft footstep in the grass nearby and she looked up to see a creature that was definitely not of earth, nor known to Kitsunes.

The Watcher's attention swung around at the strange feeling it got. It focused on the spot in the nether, but there was nothing there. Wait... There was something there. It was the residue of a presence. Two in fact, distinctly there in the darkness of the nether, but fading fast. The residue was miniscule compared to the Watcher and by the time it brought its attention closer, the trace was gone.

If it could have shrugged, it would have. There was no possible way for any presence to be in the nether other than the Watchers. It would possibly bring up this anomaly, possibly not. No good reason to worry the others with impossible events that could never occur.

Cel was ready to be upset when she first woke up to find her male missing, but a recall of events in the area using simple magics showed that he had not done anything. He was far away, but her claim held him fast to her.

A simple tug and he was back. Surprisingly with company. She tilted her head curiously as she looked at the arrangement of the two, frowning at her male on the bottom. "Steve? Is this another form you change into?"

The (cliffhanger) End (of DOOOM!)

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