Survivor

A Blackhawk helicopter flew over the tall skyscrapers of present day New York City. The tall behemoths of buildings stood towering over the landscape, casting an eerie shadow. Glass was knocked out of the skyscrapers, and makeshift signs laid...

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Love at Twin Oaks - Answers

The two bucks stared at each other as long silent minutes dragged past. Finally Dirk spoke in a soft, growling voice, "Give me **one** good reason not to remove you from this property." Florien, who had been studying with great intent a spider that...

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Love at Twin Oaks - Questions

_"Shall I stop?"_ "No, never" Therese whispered as she looked into Dirk's grey eyes, spellbound by the passion she saw there. He groaned in victory and renewed the kissing that had worn down her defences in the first place. His hand left the silken...

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Love at Twin Oaks - The Beginning

The petite doe nibbled on her lower lip as she studied her reflection in the looking glass in front of her and, after much deliberation, announced, "One more should do it, nanny." Behind her the aging badger groaned and retorted, "One more of them...

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The Art of Caring for Horns

Tobias and his father walked down that old, familiar, well-worn path through the woods that they walked every so often. His father insisted that they do this even if the time was spent lecturing Tobias on his shortcomings, or, as his father put it,...

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Inadvertent Experimentation

Professors meant well, but some days the constant droning of their voices could put even the most avid student to sleep. Dry dusty texts and long winded dissertations were not what Tobias considered to be the ideal learning environment. He liked to do...

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Make-Believe

_Listen__ well little Toby, this tale has been passed down by The People since times long forgotten, listen to the story of A-River-Between, the first of his Kind, the first to hear Their Voice, and the first to share Their Wisdom. Long ago back when...

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Couldn't Keep his Mouth Shut

Tobias Severna sat over the edge of the examination table, waiting in the lonesome, Spartan room for Dr. Chris Brownwell. As he awaited the physician, the pronghorn fiddled with his broken horn, partly out of impatience, but mostly out of comfort. It...

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A Breaking of Brothers

The Truth sounded across Lehsunia, the Church's grand bell tolling the mid-day meal. In a classroom of the Mehnzilian Church's Academic Annex, the sonorous melody seemed to sound from the Wyranese Tower of the Moon, as the young pronghorn, Rolf...

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Home?

Tobias quite enjoyed his time studying in the tribal lands. The air was fresher, the grass greener, and best of all his work wasn't confined to books and lectures; he actually got to use his legs. All in all, it was a must needed respite from the...

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Graduation Day

Tobias stood before the mirror filled with an odd mixture of anxiety and excitement. Today was the day... he was graduating from the university with high marks, and the blue lining on his black robes marked him as a soon-to-be official water scholar....

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Tobias: A Vignette From Long Ago

_"...Thus became she First Lady, Mother Wenya. The Wisdom of the Spirits she held in her bodies Wenya and Wild, thus also was First Lady the First Shaman. So traversed First Lady, with the blessings of Earth Mother, across the lands of our primal...

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