My Confession

I'd like to start by saying that I had never cheated on anyone in my life. By all recollection I was called nothing short of the perfect raccoon boyfriend. The girls I was with trusted me and still do but I have to get this off my chest. My best...

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Leveled Up

(Two things: If you haven't read 'You Lost This Round' you should read it first then this one. It makes a little more snese that way -giggle-. Second: Riley is mine. Ulf is his. Got it? No? I don't either. Happy Reading. ~Woot) The next kill was...

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Coons At A Con

Characters are property of Woot. Iron is the property of his player. The webcam comes on and the post begins with a raccoon in a white and blue hockey jersey sitting on the edge of a hotel bed. This image is a little fuzzy but the figure there is...

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Diggin' Up Bones

Characters By Woot. Brigid used c/o her player. As the jet liner cruised over the Atlantic Brigid stared out of one of the widows into the blue waters ten thousand feet below. A crash was the furthest thing from her mind right now. Her application...

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Mechanical Wonder

(Ulf used c/o his player) Click, click, click. Ulf typed dutifully away at his laptop. Rain pattered outside upon the city below his apartment. Wires ran the length and breadth of the room conveying the look of a NASA conduit line. The wires ran...

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You Lost This Round

(Riley used here c/o Woot and Ulf c/o his player) 'Damnit dude! You and that frickin grenade launcher!' Riley grumbled after making his proclamation, standing up from the couch and taking a drink from his beer. The raccoon stretched and watched...

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Rendezvous In The Tomb

Amenti was sitting in his usual hide-out, behind the heavy stone sarcophagus of Am-Kepfu. It was night in the Valley of the Princes and this was his favorite place to get away. His father, Anpu Shadaraga, the Prince of Jackals, had been placing...

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Police Brutality

Another long night of training brought Duncan home feeling accomplished. His team spent the evening practicing suspect extraction and apprehension tactics at the police facility outside town. The large tiger was point, always the doorbreaker and first...

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Don't Scream

Anita made her way down the dark dungeon steps. The torch she held in a velvety sand colored paw gave her enough light to see. She had lost her cousin's ball and was sent to retrieve it. Her cousin had gone off to other pursuits. The steps were long...

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Maxwell's Run

Maxwell clung to the reigns his steed as its hooves beat hard the trail in the dim foggy hours of morning. The sun was warming the air, casting the first crimson rays, but its true brilliance was still far away. He alighted on the hill whose path would...

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