Tag: Wolfgirl
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Patina – Chapter 24
The Hunter groaned. This eye was killing him, and he was lucky this was a figure of speech yet. Yet. The crimson string pulsated with vivid force now. He was getting closer. Pulling on the reins to steer his sled, he passed by a couple of catoblepi that did not seem fazed at all by…
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Patina – Chapter 22
Things had changed for Sadja, and not for the better. She followed the daughter, brother and father as they walked through the tick trees, their boots creaking over hardened sap and glistening resin. Sadja sniffed the air and she did not like what she found: the usual scent of too-ripe peaches mixed with the metallic…
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Patina – Chapter 18
In truth, Sadja did not really know what to think. As far as she could remember, her world had been one of off-white walls, iron bars, blinding lights and needles. Now that it seemed this moth-people family did not want to have anything to do with what ran through her veins, it came a surprising…
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Patina – Chapter 14
At the very least, they did not put her in chains. This was of little consolation to Sadja once she opened her eyes once again. She was inside a house of some sort, its half-broken walls covered by a patchwork of wooden boards. The strange four-armed creature that had knocked her out was still standing…
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Patina – Chapter 8
She opened her eyes and purple twilight rushed in. She sputtered, sitting up on her elbows. What happened? Her head felt heavy, just like when they put more of those hurtful needles into her arms… By habit she looked down at her arms, now clean. Yes. She had thrown away the rubbery tubes. And what…
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Patina – Chapter 6
The girl ran. Which was barely enough. Brambles and branches rose to scratch her face, to bite her naked ankles. She breathed in panicked spurts. Something slick and warm ran down her forehead. Might have been blood. She did not care. The girl ran. It had to be enough. Far-off voices ran after her. Indistinct,…
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Patina – Chapter 0
The girl was bleeding silver. She frowned at the bandages over her wounds, looking dejected on the other side of their makeshift camp. The Hunter stood up, producing clear gauzes from one of his pouches. The girl heard him, her furry, triangles ears turning at him. She tried to take a half-step back and the…
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