Just Breathe - Chapter 3

The tribal languages of this area are a different story. that's one of the areas where i've been making leaps and bounds ahead of even my companions.

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Clan Foxhound: Chapter 2 (SFW)

I was once a tribal, too. it took a few years to learn, but shiva took my people in when we got raided by pirates." i sheepishly ask him, "did you get made fun of too?"

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Excerpt for upcoming story! =D

The world of azuriel is filled with various species of furs-from foxes to eagles, filled to the brim with personality and tribal customs, it is only in the beginning stages of civilization.

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Gnoll Brigand: Prologue V

"probably those tribals. they've been running around lately." "_you_ look like tribals," the armoured one responds, drawing his blade, "what makes you different from any of other monster out there?!

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Recovery

"we do _not_ keep pop-tarts in the tribal kitchen!" lightwing huffed impressively. then, grinning, she added, "they're in the tribal larder, next to the sugar pops."

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OR: Recidians

A band of tribals that had hijacked a grc vessel to make an escape soon told the tale of the rosy joker and how she went defied the strongest even at her weakest moments...

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Trying Something New

"i have to write a report on fur tribal affairs and i was wondering if you might be able to help me find information." the dog's ears twitched and lowered in anger at the agitated level in his voice.

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DREADWOLF Chapter 3

Many many levelers died to tribal monsters simply because they do not have eyes in the back of their head.

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The Wishing Stone, Chapter I: Tradition

Chapter I: Tradition "Allister!" The string of the bow nearly snapped, and the otter let out a little curse under his breath. His body twisted, toned muscles shifting with an easy weight. He recognised the voice, and felt no need to become...

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Nothing Will Hurt You

It's cold. I curl myself into a little ball, the position I'm most comfortable with when I sleep. The cracked concrete is hard and freezing, and so are the chains on my wrists. My body is aching, my back is throbbing and bleeding, and I feel sluggish....

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The Soaring Gryphon

Pushing gently past raqmon, she stepped sure-pawed into the center of the clearing that was her tribal ground.

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The Lead Crown, Ch 7.6 Malcom (Part A)

(solidifies two of the nine paths for the finale to the story). e) prince malcom cannot sit idly by and accept what he's hearing... he leads the tribals in an attack on the invaders.

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