Rey Lionheart is the latest of his line. He had two loving parents, though one was an adoptive parent. It was 2893, when he was ten years old that he remembers seeing his first rocket and becoming enraptured them. It was when he was fifteen when he met...
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She had been saving for years. Through it all. Whether she lost her job, or when her parents abused her. Lou?no, Ashley she had to remind herself and not let her parents brainwashing get through, had seen no reason not to save her money. After all,...
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Llewellyn Lionheart was a simple black bear, living in the area of Fordisle, Colorado. He was born August 1, 1851 in Denver City, Colorado to Joseph and Nicole Lionheart. They moved to Fort Fordisle in 1859 when he was eight hoping to avoid the Civil...
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Lilavasi Lionheart was born November 14, 1989. She was born two loving parents, Nicholas and Alexis. The world had progressed enough that by the time Lil was eighteen in 2007 she?d be able to genetically manipulate herself so that her fur was purple on...
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?It wasn't a good day for Leon Priest. But then, never day was a good day for him. So he thought, anyway. It was supposed to be another day at the office surrounded by all the peons. Except it didn't work out that way. The captain, a fat and old...
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?Oi! You there! Girl!?
Ariarisha turned to where the voice came from, a deep voice. Almost predatory. When she saw it, it amazed her. A police box, a rackety old police box, was standing before her! A snow leopard was standing next to it. They...
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Matthew just sighed. Today was just like every other boring day. Go to class, come home, eat, sleep and repeat. He didn?t expect anything exciting to happen. Not since his best friend Lou had seemingly disappeared. Nope, the young lion decided that...
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A man sat at a campfire with four other people. Each seated in exactly the shape of a pentagram. They sat at the mouth Lost River Cave. Their tents scattered among the group, not too close to each other but not too far. These people spent their years...
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