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The Games are Afoot! (Part VII)
The three unlikely companions woke again in the dead of night.
One by one, the trio rose from where they'd been roused and tiptoed their way out to the edge of camp. Wild's litter of Recalts and Byron's charges had been left slumbering in the diligent care of Elpis, Rhaegar and Saxon; the three hybrids had sworn to keep the little ones safe while they were away.
Wildheart picked her way across sleeping figures, clad in her bracers and gauntlets; Technical Pacifism was strapped to her arm, the metal freshly polished and gleaming in the moonlight. She'd taken a quick dip in the nearest stream, then rolled herself around in dust and the ashes of one of the campfires in the hope of both masking her scent and her appearance. Her last act before stepping out of her den again had been to carefully fold up her beloved scarf and leave it to wait for her, before venturing out of the camp again.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a flash of blue scales to one side of her, and a twist of bl
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Literature
The Games are Afoot! (Part VI)
The tealy-blue Arsocrux lay curled on the darkened outskirts of the little camp in the woods, his back turned to the crackling fires and the hushed whispers and the rest of the group's camaraderie. As was the norm for him, he was alone.
Well...not completely. Not anymore.
The maroon Wingnut that had once been Mercy perched between the jutting spines on his back, spindly limbs tucked beneath her as she slumbered quietly - perhaps the only time that she was truly tranquil and at peace. Draped nearby was Albus; the tawny-and-green Bellaku calf made soft little snoring noises, trunk and limbs twitching in place. Byron watched the pair of them for a moment, then turned his gaze once more to the two tiny bundles curled up in the crook of his forelegs.
     
Two tiny half-breed Trolls - not quite mammalian, not quite amphibian - lay snuggled there, as deeply asleep as the other two Trolls in Byron's charge. Both were varying shades of deep violet, long and lean-built, and - mos
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Literature
The Games are Afoot! (Part V)
The sun was starting to sink low in the sky, bathing the little camp in faint golden light. The air was one of hushed anticipation; Trolls sat in small groups, whispering earnestly to one another about the day's proceedings. Every once in a while, someone would turn their gaze to the little den beneath the fallen trees near the back of the camp, and invariably others would follow. Every eye was watching and waiting to see what their leader would do.
Settled in her makeshift dwelling, Wildheart was sitting cross-legged in the leaves, fervently polishing her slightly-worn shield in preparation for what she was about to do.
She’d sent a miniature scouting squad out that morning to try and scope out the caravan itself; Neela and Hermes the Snipes, for their speed and silence, and Mire the Recalt for her stealth and affinity for camouflage. She’d sent Iggy in to get a closer look, despite his oddities, as Euripides had previously informed her that Justifoxes were native to the a
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The Games are Afoot! (Part IV)
“You’re saying they’re just going to kill them?”
Wildheart sat in the little glade some distance from camp, wearing an expression of mingled shock, horror, and anger. To her right Joerj was hunched up on a rock with his knees pulled to his chest and scowling to himself; on her left, Erik was lounged with his paws tucked beneath him and his mirror devoid of its usual cheeky grin.
“That is the entire point of the Games.” Pyrrhus was curled on the forest floor in front of them, expression grim as he relayed his tale. “The Emperor and the Lord Protector haul these creatures  out into the eyes of the world to maintain what has been told to us for generations: to quash any sort of rumors that humans existed—only the Masters. That Yenzig and her ilk were monstrous creatures who would see fit to bind the world to their will;  that all hybrids were just as savage and murderous as they. And that those who would protest this and dissent
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The Games are Afoot! (Part III)
The trio of Trolls crouched low in the foliage, peering out aghast at the scene before them. Cages upon cages lined the vale ahead, each one filled with a screaming, wailing Troll hybrid that beat against its trappings in vain desperation. Clustered around them were bands of Trolls, passing from one cage to the next like some demented sideshow. Some laughed, some jeered, and some prodded long objects through the bars to jab at their occupants; great raucous cheers went up each time their captives tried to retaliate with squalls of anger.
“The Tournament opening,” Jendrick muttered, gnawing unhappily on his lip with an expression of unease. “I…I’ve never seen it in person before…” The Hypercrite shuffled from paw to paw and glanced nervously between his companions’ faces. Brandr was scowling to himself with a furrowed brow—of anger or concern he couldn’t tell. “Didn’t even know it was that time of year,” the L
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Literature
The Games are Afoot! (Part II)
Wildheart sat on a low-hanging branch overlooking the camp below, kicking her legs to and fro idly as she watched the mid-morning goings-on of her little Menagerie.
Well. “Little” was something of an understatement at this point. What had once been a ragtag team of twenty Trolls had grown and blossomed into something resembling a small army, a veritable horde of Trolls in all shapes, sizes and colors. Recalts and ‘Toads and Mirror Beasts and Cuckoos and Copybaras every sort of species in between, all somehow managing to coexist together against their own natures and against all odds.
And she could pick out some of the hybrids down in the glade, frolicking and playing or simply lounging about in the autumn air. Rhaegar and Lyanna were bouncing about and mock-fighting in the shade of one of the larger trees; the Mirrorpede was jovially taking pretend swipes at the young Muddybara as she pounced and snapped playfully at his legs. Bryony the Mite lay curled up in the sun
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The Games are Afoot! (Part I)
Moss-colored paws churned the leaf-strewn earth as the Wraith-turned-Grimwulf forged a path through the Forest. ‘Me’ loped her way over tree roots and fallen logs, her borrowed form’s nose plastered to the ground as she traced scent trail after scent trail, expression furrowed in grim concentration. Behind her in the woods, Brandr and Jendrick scavenged about in her wake. The bigger Lesser Common was tugging a makeshift sledge of firewood behind him, stopping to add to the load every once in a while; the earth-toned Hypercrite, on the other hand, had a satchel slung over one shoulder and was ducking into holes, bushes and gaps between tree roots in search of anything edible—or at least moderately interesting.
“D’you think she’ll slow down anytime soon?” Jendrick wriggled his way out from beneath a tree root, clutching a pawful of small mushrooms and shaking dirt clods from his pelt.
“Hells if I know,” the LCT grumbled with a s
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The Bitey Mad Lady
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WildheartTheWarrior /Wai-ulhd-hart thuh Wawr-ee-uhr/
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A delightfully insane American-who-wishes-she-were-British with an off-kilter sense of humor and a passion for writing, languages, music, theater, and art; exhibits strong obsessions for Warriors, Doctor Who, Sherlock, and The Phantom of the Opera, as well as slightly-lesser obsessions with The Lion King and Sweeney Todd. Often refers to self in the third person.

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ARVEN92 Featured By Owner May 11, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks for the watch :)
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WildheartTheWarrior Featured By Owner May 14, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
No problem ^^
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ARVEN92 Featured By Owner May 23, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
:)
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Brokenfangs Featured By Owner Apr 8, 2017  Student Filmographer
Happy Birthday Wilddddd! Bro hug 
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WildheartTheWarrior Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank youuuu Ken! Let me hug you! 
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AshWolf-Forever Featured By Owner Apr 8, 2017  Professional General Artist
Happy Birthday!
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WildheartTheWarrior Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you, Ash! ^w^
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AshWolf-Forever Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2017  Professional General Artist
You're welcome :)
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spiritumiracle Featured By Owner Apr 8, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Happy birthday wild 
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WildheartTheWarrior Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks Spirit! :la:
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