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Glad I Found You Pal
By Emmaleigh ・ 2 ・ 0
Literature
The Soul Harvest, Day 17 It is my understanding, that under the Harvest Moon, during The Soul Harvest, the Harvester comes out to play (yes, it appears that our descendants loved the word 'harvest'. Surely they could come up with something more creative? Perhaps I might pioneer a name change). I am fortunate to have been made aware of this phenomenon, as I had been tied up in the dungeons examining the living conditions of slimes. My research yielded very dull res...
Carina's Journal - Entry 30
By az_ ・ 2 ・ 0
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put that thing back where it came from
By mule-guts ・ 2 ・ 0
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calling
By whitehund ・ 2 ・ 0
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Armour and skeleton
By Antoszowa ・ 1 ・ 0
Literature
All Unferth could do was wait. Trapped beneath a twice-killed corpse, her broken ankle screaming for attention she could not provide, weakened from exhaustion and blood loss, Unferth lacked even the strength to plot an escape. The pain from her wounds prevented sleep, but she drifted in and out of consciousness, fog rolling across her mind like the fog over the bone-strewn fields of the moor. Her body forced itself to breathe, her brittle ribs pushing weakly against the rotting weight on top ...
Bargaining with Death
By Vole ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
Alongside mountains of loot, the Dungeons were full of mysteries. While Hakea had less interest in the lost history of the Coursers homelands than others, sometimes a particularly novel tidbit of their past would catch her attention. Like this piece right here. See, the delicate embroidery on the leather of this long-dead Coursers bridle....
A gift, freely given
By soupalicious ・ 0 ・ 0
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under the harvest moon
By saintmare ・ 0 ・ 0
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red heat
By saintmare ・ 1 ・ 0
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Stalked
By Dragonmyst ・ 0 ・ 0
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There are two kinds of ghosts..
By King-Of-Birds ・ 2 ・ 0
Literature
They'd only been down here a short time when they found themselves hopelessly lost. As much as Benegar had argued that the skills and training of a knight were perfectly applicable to the dealings of dungeoning and adventuring, evidence was proving otherwise. Ailith, in her stewardship impatience, blamed Benegar's inability to understand basic direction in the passages and tunnels. With a flick of his dark tail and a careful glance over his shoulder he dismissed these, in his opinion, false a...
knight swords and flower crowns
By spoopi ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
They slid down, down, down into the deeper and darker. Junghee started to actually enjoy the slide once he’d gotten used to the motion and the whistling wind. The creeping prickle on his skin at seeing the ghosts or figures earlier had gone, and he wondered if Hoseok and Seulki had reached the bottom yet? it felt so deep that he wondered if this slide was sending them hurtling down to the Moor Of Sleep…perhaps even d...
A harsh squeeze
By Tiamat ・ 0 ・ 0
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Content Warning: Cursing + Fantasy gore

Hunter and Prey [ROGUE]
By vrlenvy ・ 0 ・ 0
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Content Warning: Blood, Injury (Bite wound)

Bite
By Dragonmyst ・ 0 ・ 0
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Content Warning: body horror, gore

the only difference between life and death is a heartbeat
By viridisix ・ 3 ・ 0
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Red
By Dragonmyst ・ 0 ・ 0
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Port and Cullis
By Riptide ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
The kingdom groans louder.  This cannot be happening. Not again. Please. — The sky above blazes a fiery crimson for most of the evening, but Frankie doesn’t let it deter him from meeting Thomas in the pumpkin patch like he promised. They aren’t the only ones there; he recognizes several families picking pumpkins with their foals. The ladies laugh and chat with each other as they detail their plans for the harvest season while the dads stuff enormo...
carving
By mvseratii ・ 1 ・ 0
Literature
Laios, a small bay colt with a heart as wild as the untamed forests, had a knack for wandering off on his own. Every night, while the world lay silent under the blanket of stars, Laios would slip away from his herd, his young hooves carrying him further than ever intended. His guardian, Reingard, was all too used to finding the colt missing and fretted over his nightly adventures. But no one truly knew what compelled Laios, only that his heart beat with a curiosity he couldn’t quell. ...
[Gift] Ghosts of Battle
By Samdeer ・ 1 ・ 0