Whiskered Wager
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First Time at the Gym
The air in the city was icy at 2am. I kept my hoodie up and my gaze down as I made my way through the night. I felt like a fool for doing this, I bet to anyone else it wouldn’t be so monumental of a task, but I had to start somewhere or nothing would...
Calling of the Silent
Loneliness smothered my thoughts. The night was wrong. It was late and I was yet to strip out my armour. Foolish, in this weather as the chill metal sapped warmth through my fur. I strode through my warband’s camp, alone. Snow fell gently on my...
The Warmaster's Servant
Psa that i will soon be changing my handle to whisker :] expect a journal post on that once everything is in place. my heart was in my throat as i stepped into the vibrant sunlight, this was the point of no return.
Battered Boar: Davie (Part 1 of 6)
I crumpled the resume in my hand and pegged it at a nearby bin, this shit always happened. I growled as the paper bounced off the rim and fell to the floor. I stamped away from another coy possibility, I was no good at this. 19 years old and I'd never...
Meatober Fest Snafu
“Best behaviour today soldiers.” My centurion stood atop a crate as she addressed us. She was a muscular charr with an ugly face, sunlight glittered off of her polished armour. The cog of the Iron Legion was freshly painted onto her chestplate, her...
Meet the Guardians: The Celestial Jester
One of the things most realized on jestro is his whiskers, the dark silver color of them acting almost like highlights on his dark crimson color of his coat. a single stripe of black running from his chin, down to his naughty bits.
Battered Boar: Comfort (Part 6 of 6)
His whiskers brushed my asscheeks. a weighty exhalation fell from my lips. “go on.” i thrust a little further into alex’s muzzle. the wolf took it with a whimper. samel’s coarse tongue brushed over my asshole.
Battered Boar: Monster (Part 2 of 6)
The days of rest and relaxation my father allowed me were anything but restful and relaxing. I stewed in my room and drowned in bitter thoughts. Anxiety savaged me. He didn’t speak to me, but he did make his displeasure known when we bumped into each...
Whiskers And Wealth
Lemon squinted her eyes, her whiskers quivering at the sight of the gluttonous feline who looked more like a blob than an animal. although she realized that she might lose to that gigantic mass alone.
Battered Boar: Cycle (Part 3 of 6)
I’d never been particularly mindful of the passage of time. I rounded the corner into my twenties with the grace of a trainwreck, I’d decoupled from whatever direction I thought I had but as I diverged into the ditch that would become my life I found...
Battered Boar: Trials (Part 4 of 6)
I remembered very quickly why I didn't like going on walks with Liko. There were two issues. The first, was this town was a fucking shithole and it was hard to build up any kind of interest in wandering the same tired, dusty streets I'd been stuck...