Rodent Assistance

Kickaha mused. sure... he had shrunk them further, but he supposed if odin could fix this then no real harm was done. for now they just had to wait until odin arrived.

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To The Dragon Lands! Maybe! Chapter: 1

Calex mused. as he did, deven made his way across the gem platforms. it was a lot slower than the first room.

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Return to Form

He mused, chugging more of his lemonade as he tapped a blunt claw against his countertops. the unassuming god was quite a curious one, even among his peers.

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Primrose Valley: What's Xmas

Calex mused. "the crystals would make for excellent bases. but no, the gems i made myself. don't you recognize them?" "not really, should we?" zeelo asked. "well..."

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Of Satyr and Gods Pt. 1

She mused, "or i could try and find my way out." she took out some sandwiches from her backpack, and sat on a large tree stump. as she ate she gazed around at the unfamiliar part of the forest.

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The Siren's Call: Prologue

She giggled, as she mused about what a good lad he was- naïve but good. "there'd be no need for that. you do us all a favor and watch out for those vigilantes." she fought the urge to laugh.

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Writer's Block

He mused. an idea so bad it's _original_.

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Another Cold Day

No matter, he mused as he rigged up the body to blow up, and the broomstick (sop for skirmishers was not to let equipment or personnel fall into enemy hands..so the guy would atleast go out with a bang).

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Hide and Seek

My paw brushed against my hips as i mused. "pistols are in the safe...rifle's are in the safe...so that's good. where could he be?" my claws pressed against the leather of my boots as i moved between rooms.

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Other people are there for you: Srsly (Get 5 Beta Readers!)

Going to museums - temples of the muse - is another good way to do it. when you want to write something involving a little expertise, don't rely on other people to tell you how it is.

Autumn Is A Pagan

We will muse on easeful death. we will work wild useless magic with a windowpane and breath. we will walk the pathless sunset woods to hear the pheasants drum. we'll taste the chill blue northers as they sweep the sky above.

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The Races of Grimmwood

**muse:** spirits of great inspiration. **spirit anima:** fae that can shapeshift into wild gods. **giant:** incredibly large race closely related to sapiens.

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