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Aabdar cocked his head inquiringly.

“Also,” Aabdar added, crossing his arms imperiously. “She is a fennic and a FOX.” (I wish I could capitalize that twice). “IIIIIIIII see. ” Randle said slowly, somewhat skeptically, eyeballing the diminutive monster slayer and her daggers with his head reared. “So they grow ‘em cute and...

The cat rolled his eyes. “Ok, fine. Corgi. Picky, picky, picky.” He opened the the wagon door to see if the interior was still habitable and made a little ick noise. “Look kid, you want a bone? Stick around. I’ll let you shine my shoes.” This was in fact a very generous offer (for a cat), but...

The Greyhound opened his mouth to answer, but as if on cue, a a cat appeared over the edge of the pit. “IDIOTS!” the cat shouted as he expertly surfed down the slope with natural feline grace. He was shorthair of the brown and white variety (a Cyprus cat, specifically) wearing brown khakis and...

“Holy shit, guys...!” one young cowdog breathed. “She’s a giiiirrlll...!” This observation was rewarded with a swat upside the head by one of his older companions. “ Hush yer trap, Johnny!” From the top, the greyhound looked from the antlion to the sideways carriage and it’s helpless beetle...

The dog hesitated. “... an’.... Would tha’ be dead?” He called back uncertainly. Another dog picked up a clump of wet sand and chucked it experimentally at the corpse. “...Seems like”. He concluded when it failed to so much as twitch. “Well glory be...” (ending it here. Gotta run. Can’t seem...

There was a sickening squelch as Mira’s blades pierced the head of the monster, just barely concealed under the sand in front of it. Sickly Yellow blood spewed from the wound and the whole body thrashed violently, legs uprooting themselves from the sand and it’s horrible abdomens with its wicked...

Well that was enough for them! The greyhound hissed “Move! Move!” And the rest of the dogs bee lined up the soggy sand, resolving to flee-the-hell-away first and ask questions later. The andlion noticed. It quickly reared it’s massive abdomin back, dug its claw-things into the other side of the...

it’s a pretty weird day for a desert antlion when it finds itself getting wet and it didn’t like it one bit. Having eyesight being about as good as a mole with sunglasses and a brain the size of a pea, the monster had to assume it was raining and processed to push its abdomen up out of the sand...

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it’s a pretty weird day for a desert antlion when it finds itself getting wet and it didn’t like it one bit. Having eyesight being about as good as a mole with sunglasses and a brain the size of a pea, the monster had to assume it was raining and processed to push its abdomen up out of the sand...

Threshold. It’s a little silver mining town on the outskirts of Danuvale. Sorta nestled into the Bearjaw mountains. It was a nice quiet autumn evening there. The sun was setting, and as dusk set in and the mid autumn chill colored ones ears, lamps began to be lit, children were called in to...

Well, they weren’t alone for long. To start, a strange, winged creature came flying in from the west and circled above the twins. One might have mistaken it for a seabird at that distance, with a beak and feathers, but on closer inspection you’d notice it was a humanoid, and it looked like it...

(Translates as follows:) (“Well, that’s some ambitious fishing there, girl,”) (“I’ll give you that, I’ll give you that.”) (“So! What you be wanting from old Raji’s shop, little lady?”) (“Here. I cannot read.”) (If it helps, he has a similar accent and dialect as Tia Dhalma from Pirates of...

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Not looking up, the singing shopkeeper absently swatted at watever was flapping in his face and skewered his hand on the hook. The surprisingly girly yelp that issued forth might have been hilarious, but the peek under the hood that came with it was the stuff of nightmares. When he shouted, May...

Suddenly, there was a cry of alarm. The ground beneath the pulling teams feet had come loose- as had that entire section of the pit wall- and now they, the carriage, and a two dump-trucks worth of sand in between were rushing to the center. (And Mira was under the carrage at the time. YIKES) (...

When Winnie felt the strap budging and realized something alive was up there, he screamed “OH COD ITS GOT ME!” and kicked blindly at it for all he was worth. But nonetheless, the strap came unhooked like a charm, and as soon Mira let go, the little guy made a record squirm through the window...

Future flight attendants, take notes, because Mira just found a prime example of where not to locate an emergency exit. See, the poor ol’ Winnie, a dachshund apparently, had been so wigged out when the carriage tipped over that and Instead of climbing up out through the topside door like a...

What Mira saw by the moonlight was a desperate scene indeed, but it wasn’t a bandit attack. A small caravan of bigger canines- dogs apparently (too small to be hyenas and too noisy to be jackals)- were down there frantically scrambling about, throwing ropes into a large steep pit in the sand to...