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Daniel looked around his friends. The eerie feeling was hanging in the air and he started getting nervous. His friends were acting strangely and he didn´t know how to react to the sudden change. He slowly walked forward and stood at the edge of the circle made by his sitting friends. All of them bl

6:180 Gaming by Ashley-natter

When the matter of the flying werewolf first surfaced,you thought it only another stupid hoax or internet story that somehow had found its way in the pages of a regular newspaper.

It was the middle of the summer, a time you hate worse than any other in the year. Yeah, people would be run

6:166 The most literal tailgater. by Arbon

The flare of headlights, dimmed in the daylight hours. The rushing zhoom of something large zipping past to her left. The flutter of turbulent air pulling on her wings and fur. Faster than she could really process it a car in the opposite lane had come and passed. It couldn’t be too much longer no

6:165 Daniel can keep pace on foot. by Arbon

The rush, the wind, the sudden realization of just how fast a car can move when it accelerates faster and faster and faster. Daniel aware that she losing ground kicks off into a job. Outright doubling her previous speed and only barely keeping pace with the truck ahead. Thick paws pounded into the s

2:1041 Costume Shop by stellapurple + catprog

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6:164 Travel by foot. by Arbon

The engine revved, the truck started forward with a puttering noise. The tires kicked up dirt and rocks leaving a noticeable depression in the road before it was finally set into motion. Daniel gave chase with a deliberate ease that should have felt unnatural given she did not even have this body fo

2:1040 Town Square by stellapurple

“Hey, do you need some help?” someone from behind you asks. You turn around to find a handsome male wombat with sturdy body. He hands over his coat to you, showing off his charming smile to you.

“Thank you,” you accepts the coat graciously, “I’m sorry, I had no idea what came

6:163 Angel asks for a Ride. by Arbon

Daniel was suddenly made aware of a warmth and pressure against her shoulders, glancing her head to the side only to feel Angel’s skin brushing against the bare cheeks. Feeling a tiny hand read out to pat against her nose as the human couldn’t resist the allure of a boop. The sphinx puckered her

2:1039 Going into the hole by stellapurple

Life is all about taking chances. Didn’t you wear this costume with the same thought in mind? Why can’t you just repeat the same thing in this case? You are already at a knee-length, so might as well go skin deep. With a resolved thought, you push your arm into the hole experimentally. It goes i

6:162 Keth solves one mystery by Arbon

Daniel’s tail wagged as if on it’s own accord, not with the steady flailings one might expect of a dog but rather the careful, random flicks of a feline at full attention. The base shifting only the slightest bit while the tip end of that tail curls around in rapid, short flicks. Angel latched o

2:1038 Wombat by stellapurple

The closet is almost empty, except for a thick furry coat hanging by the corner. You lean in to take a closer look, pulling it out, and finding out that it appears to be some sort of a costume. A bear? A dog? You are not so sure what it is supposed to be, but it has a dark heavy pelt and thin, reali

6:161 Down the hill by Arbon

For Daniel it was a stressful trip, teeth gritting as he tries his hardest not to speak. Every attempt at even the slightest comment, from pointing out a clear path to asking about the types of flowers just came out as another riddle. Infuriating, unfathomable, and made even worse by the fact he cou

6:160 They offer to lend a ride by Arbon

It was a quiet day as the sun rose higher, too hot to risk taking off. Daniel managed to scarf down three more sticks full of steak before the campers had to declare he’d pretty much cleared away their supply of fresh meat. While the sphinx was still hungry, there wasn’t really room to complain.

6:159 No one believes it. by Arbon

“Ah, I see.” Charley strokes his chin, looking like someone pretending to be thoughtful without actually putting effort into thinking.

“Not a very long story then.” Angel seems almost disappointed.

“I told you it wasn’t. Most of my life was spent as a human, see?

6:158 A different way to get iron. by Arbon

A different scent wafts into the air now, causing Daniel’s head to turn at the familiar aroma. Angel had a rather large slab of steak in her hands now, abruptly speared onto the metal stick. Then she reaches for a second, and a third, and yet more until it was a ridiculously sized kebab with more

6:157 Conversation by Arbon

“How many other days have you seen one?” the question sparked into Daniel’s mind.

“Never, duh.” Angel replied with a roll of her eyes.

“Well, as interesting a hypothesis as it might be to contemplate I assume if there were a great number of your kind roaming the

6:156 Meet the campers by Arbon

Another loop, having made up his mind Daniel chooses to come in for a landing. Wings flutter harshly despite the strain, his speed comes to a dead stall. By the time he’s reached the group for this third run he’s approaching from the opposite direction. The girl has moved away from the bags and

1:1107 Change your shape. by ouroboros666

Becoming the Sphinx is harder than your body recalls it- the muscle remembering, the mind hesitating, and both of you fearing to take up again a shape that was lost. But the change is a song- a high octave of release- as it shudders through you.

Your spine shivers as if brushed without w

1:1110 Turn left by ouroboros666

You turn left, driving a silver-spiked palm into the rough wall for purchase, leaning and lurching like a sleepwalker- one leg grotesquely swollen, as if silver is the gout in it, angular grains and crystalline shards silting the heavy joints, the other withered on its bone, tender. You fumble upwar

1:1111 Turn Right by ouroboros666

You turn right, all the silver you own flicking out in a liquid pocketknife that curls slow around your neck and only dimples the skin with the soft pressure of a child’s breath. The song of silver, rushing in your head, only picks up new notes as you reach a guardroom, kill two of your jailors wi