[Larch] When Is A Monster Not A Monster?

Larch finds a small note inside her vodka bottle. It reads: Just ask him out. Guys are too dumb to notice. ~CC Really, it was all that damn god’s fault. Without him, she’d still be in blissful ignorance. But the note on her vodka bottle sent her bone pale then puce with rage, and she […]

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[Larch] A Name For It

Kellid names are as brusque and percussive as their Hallit language, and most use two or fewer syllables. Second names are rare and typically limited to those who distinguish themselves through some great deed or draw from an especially significant lineage, though Kellid clan members hold their clan’s name in even higher regard than their […]

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[Larch] Heart Attack

Tymon.    She had faith- complete faith- in him. She knew he was going to win. Larch dropped five hundred gold on him without a thought, and the only reason she didn’t drop more was that she didn’t want to see hungry for money in front of the others. She was, but still, it wouldn’t […]

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Corpse in an Alley, Skull in the Garden, Skeletons in the Closet [Larch]

“…Why did you even tell me that?”   “Don’t whine. It’s not becoming. One or another, however you decide, you should know what he is. Informed decisions are the basis of smart plans,” Flower said, both ruthless and kind. She licked a paw and groomed her left ear.   Larch laid her head on the […]

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[Larch][Pathfinder] What Grows In The Garden

Larch sat on the bed, feeling bone deep weariness in every line of her. The baths had been nerve wracking. Hot water to soak in was a balm to body, mind, and soul, but sharing them…   She was not body shy on any sexual level. Her body was just a body, a meat shell […]

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[Larch][Pathfinder] Data Analysis Malfunction

It was impossible. Reprehensible. Absolutely one hundred percent straight fucked up.   Larch regarded her list with the air of someone regarding the time and date of thier execution.   This should not be. I still have dreams at night of the research room. My scars ache when the weather changes. And this- it is […]

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[Pathfinder] When the Meat Grinder was the Right Place

Lenard gave Mallory a half-smile, which she felt was already the highlight of her day.   “I appreciate you bringing these papers in. I just… needed to know,” he said with a deep exhale. He looked like an enormous weight had just been lifted from his shoulders.   “What did you need to know?” Mallory […]

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Bedside Manner

((Content Warning: Alluding to the vivisection of a creature. Proceed only if you feel comfortable with dark content.))   “Ah, you’re awake. That chitinous hide of yours certainly is tough.”   Helen’s multifaceted eyes looked about, as her neck strained to move. She focused blearily on Doc, who was just selecting the next scalpel for […]

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[Pathfinder] The Kind of Person She Was

A million things whirled through Mallory’s mind in milliseconds.   Is this a dream? Nightmare?   No, it’s real. THAT THING is real. Heavens help me, it’s real!   As the battle spun into full frenzy around her, she found herself staring in silent horror at the massive… were-wasp? Were-hornet? She blinked, and blinked again. […]

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[Pathfinder] Mallory Second Guesses Everything!

Mallory slipped into the kitchen and peered around for whatever side room would give her the privacy to change. She spied a storeroom and headed for a corner of it, pulling a large crate of produce against the wall to conceal herself. Not ideal but it would do. She had changed clothes with far less […]

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