Tag: Patina
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The Days Long Gone – Post-Apocalyptic Short Story, 1/4
In the wreckage of the world, a girl with a destroyed face still looks for meaning.
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The Worst from the Forest – Horror/Post Apocalyptic Oneshot
Kids argue what the worst monster from the Forest is. The answer might be not what they expect.
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The Virgin and the Dragon – Horror/Post-Apocalyptic One-Shot
Rosalia Cuanta had never been the most powerful Vestal. If she was, she wouldn’t be in this straight mess. She had known since the moment she set foot in the Academia, and maybe even before that. Her Sight manifested mostly as a hunch, a bad or good omen. In ordinary times, without the threat of…
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The Flesh of Yore – Post-Apocalyptic One-Shot
Mira is a mechanical being trying to find the best ways to destroy cursed flesh.
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Venator’s Gold – Post-Apocalytic One-Shot

Mira Secerna is a gynoid huntress who wants to be paid… and not just in currency. Information might prove even more valuable.
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Song of the Garden – Horror/Sci-Fi Short Story (2/2)
Galatea keeps singing to her garden of flesh.
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Song of the Garden – Horror/Sci-Fi Short Story (1/2)
In the wreckage of the world, a lonesome girl still walks.
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Patina – Chapter 180 – Finale

Elissa walked alone beneath the stars. At first, she believed she had chosen this place at random, but between the dark shadows of the trees she picked up the outline of a long-abandoned machine, and though she had never seen it before, she know what it was. The Hunter’s sled had seen better times. The…
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Patina – Chapter 179

Elissa came back to watch the sleeping wolf-girl on her throne of brambles. Her simple robes covered her lean and fit body, the soft curves of her legs and her breasts, towards the gentle slope of her neck and her beautiful sleeping face. She felt a great swell of sorrow rise from the hollow where…
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Patina – Chapter 178

The once-Augur did not reply. She did not really expect her to, even in this place and in her presence as the Threads grew ever more frayed and uncertain, like strings pulled into a knot, or notes ruined by a growing discordance. So, she only had her own good sense to fall back onto. Not…
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