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This work began as an answer to the questions: what would actually prompt a Viera to leave their woods behind and venture into the wider world? Especially if they truly believe in the Green Word and everything it stands for? What is it like, to be a Viera? What is it like, to be blessed and cursed with power, chosen by Hydaelyn, forced to leave your home behind?
Join me on this deep dive into Viera lore and culture as I imagine it, and the twists and turns it takes the author on. The journey starts with Aruna, a kit just at the cusp of presenting and discovering their gender, and many stories are told to me by them and those around them. Stories of the past, stories of the present, stories of the people.
Hearken, Viera, to Word of the Green
From Mountains to Jungles and all in between
By grace of the Woods we are living today
By grace of the Woods, in the Woods we shall staySeries
- Part 3 of Living by the Green Word
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He says it in the middle of their tryst, the large windows opposite the bed shining early morning light across the cream coloured sheets both of them were hell bent on ruining. Soft and rough good mornings turned into tender embraces, morphing soon thereafter as Ardbert had gently, lovingly, pushed him from his side and pressed him reverently into the bed. Their bodies are so, so eager, the night before doing nothing to satisfy the craving beneath either of their skins. Faces blush in unison, warmth dusting across sleep-worn curves, and Z’ahzi grumbles unbidden, relaxed and carefree against his lips, between kisses and bites and everything that makes his toes curl, his cock ache.
“I want you inside me.”
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The Warrior of Light is dead, and now his murderer must take his place.
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“Do you die with regrets, most lost of Travelers?”
He does not have the luxury of pondering it: as she speaks, he remembers, and it's the last memory the one that breaks him. The one that has him laughing, falling to his knees. Curling his tail around his leg as his laughter devolves into the kind of cackling that would better fit an Overlord.
“Then die, Slayer of the Chosen.”
All goes black once again, and the strength of the Light is overwhelming.
“Live, as another should have.”
His very soul feels on fire.
“Know, that you are my Child once more.”
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Desperate to cover rent, second year Journalism student Sanson Smyth agreed to take on one Guydelot Thildonnet as a roommate on behest of his best friend. Little did he know he was getting far more than he bargained for.
Loud, blasé and a downright charming flirt, the keyboardist for local emo band Heresy proved to be an exasperating roommate... and an unstoppable force barreling his way into Sanson's home—and his heart.
A story of how two fools fell head over heel in love.
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