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Issue: 597 | 31st day of Hunting, Y15 |
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Week - 579
The Unlikely Rescuer
by dragonwolf8 | | Description: The twilight air glowed purple on the horizon and tiny, silver stars gently pricked its surface as night began to fall. My owner and I were late night shopping in Shenkuu and I was getting a little tired. |
| Week - 585
Path to Destiny: Part One
by dragonwolf8 | | Description: "Dawn, your assignment is to explore somewhere new. Somewhere you've never been before..." |
| Week - 586
Path to Destiny: Part Two
by dragonwolf8 | | Description: "Decided to join me?" I heard Bob's voice as I reached the table. He didn't have any other pets and the servants ate downstairs in the basement so it was just me and my owner. |
| Week - 587
Path to Destiny: Part Three
by dragonwolf8 | | Description: I flicked my ears; the little petpet was hardly scary and too small to be any threat to me. |
| Week - 588
Path to Destiny: Part Four
by dragonwolf8 | | Description: "The name's Sora. Need some help? You look like you're having trouble," she offered calmly. |
| Week - 595
Belonging to the Sky: Part One
by dragonwolf8 | | Description: I don't belong. I was a mistake. I was a Kyrii, born in a small pack of wild Kyrii in Tyrannia who made their base in the mountains near the most populated areas, in the jungle. |
| Week - 596
Belonging to the Sky: Part Two
by dragonwolf8 | | Description: "Hello..." I said nervously and the Skree let out a squawk. I suddenly realised that this was the same Skree Coal and the others had tried to catch the night before. |
| Week - 597
Belonging to the Sky: Part Three
by dragonwolf8 | | Description: "I think you should leave," she growled in a terrifyingly calm tone. "Or I'll make you." |
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 The Breadmaster's Challenge: Part One
It was not surprising to find Aventia in the kitchen at the crack of dawn, contently whisking a bowl of egg whites into stiff peaks of meringue, or leisurely kneading sour dough for baguettes.
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