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Cold Day, Warm Heart

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Right now is the last winter before I graduate high school. The temperature has been pretty cold lately and we might actually have snow this holiday. Sadly, there’s someone I know who probably isn’t enjoying this weather very much. A Dragon by the name of Seryn, a senior like me, is not very fond of the cold weather. Not that she would outright admit it, though.

I’m enjoying my winter break at home watching T.V., parents are out so I have the house to myself, when there’s a knock at the door. And speaking of the devil, or in this case Dragon, Seryn is standing there bundled up in a big coat, scarves, and other winter attire that make it look like she was going hiking in a blizzard.

“Hey, Seryn, what are you doing here?” I ask.

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Late Getting Home

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What a day. Today was super busy at work so I’m running late getting home. Doesn’t help that I forgot to call my wife until pretty much just now. It also so happens that my phone is dead, so I’m sure she was trying to call me the whole time. She’s not going to be happy when I get home.

I pull up to our place and step out into the brisk night. I take one last deep breath before walking in.

“Where the hell have you been?” an annoyed sounding voice asks right as I step in. In the entry way, with her paws on her hips, was my Hellhound wife.

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Active Ingredient- Chapter 3: Hands On Work

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“Hey Rinata?” I ask almost timidly.

“Yes?”

“You seem real nice and sweet and trusting- but what would you have done if I was like…..I dunno….some rapist or serial killer?”

“Why? Did you plan on taking advantage of me?” she teases.

“No…no, I…” I stammer nervously.

“Relax- you don’t have that kind of darkness about you. We’re usually alot better than humans about picking up on those sorts of things.”

“Really?”

“Yes….also it seems as though rapists and serial killers don’t read the Want Ads anymore. At least the one I put out.” she joked.

I smiled weakly as I put my shirt back on.

“Not to mention I’m a lot stronger than I look. Now I have a question for you, Gunnar.”

“Oh?”

“How do you know I wasn’t going to drug you and ship you off to some hyper-aggressive ogres or Amazonesses as their sex slave?”

“That would make on hell of a letter to Penthouse Form…” I contemplate.

This earns a hearty chuckle from Rinaata.

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The Great Anuby-Chan Detective

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I can see my sweet little baby girl on her momma’s lap, fixing me with those big beautiful auburn eyes as she absently is sucking on an oversized paw-digit.

“Is that what’s going on, Pumpkin princess?” I ask her sweetly as I stride across the room, stooping to give her a little kiss on the forehead.

However, instead of standing up right away, I playfully cock my ear as though I’m listening to something my baby daughter has to say.

“Oh? Really? Well….I’ll ask her, but…..”

“What?” Sakaali asks defensively.

“She says ‘Mama’s full of crap’….damn shame, her first words, too.”

The bigger Anubis playfully smacks me with her paw by way of response.

“She also says ‘You’re too old to geek out to some kid’s show’ and….oh yeah- ‘Stop hitting daddy’.”

“I…it’s not just a kid’s show.” she stammers defensively.

“If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and….well….goes ‘quack quack’.”

“I grew up with this show, Graham.”

I shoot her a skeptical look.

“Really? How old were you when it came out…?”

She looks away from me before quietly murmuring.

“F-fifteen.”

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Bird’s Eye View: Chapter 1- Terms and Conditions Apply

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“If it’s not too much trouble, we’ll take you up on your offer. But first, you should meet your new homestay.”

I look around- surely it isn’t the redhead with patchwork skin on her face in the black and yellow jacket. She looks like she’s all business, and right now her business was babysitting this mysterious new guest and Smith. There was the other one off on the property somewhere that I caught a glimpse of on the way in.

As I turned to look around for her, I was aware of a darkness sweeping over me. It wasn’t a cloud- it was something else. Looking up, I briefly catch a silhouette of something with a distinctly feminine outline swooping down on me from above, a pair of outstretched feathery wings backlit by the glare of the sun.

An Angel?

Time stands still and that thought is quickly dispelled as something big whizzes by my head. Instinctively I raise my arm to shield my face, but the looming figure is gone just as quickly as she’s shown up.

And so is my Stetson.

I wheel around, not finding it on the ground right away. Still unsure of what’s going on, I see my hat being clutched in a pair of talons as a giant bird noiselessly flaps its wings over by Smith and the redhead. Only I can now see that its not a bird as the talons clutching my headgear hover a few inches off of the ground.

It’s a woman. A beautiful woman with feathery arms and a surprisingly voluptuous human figure whose legs tapered off to giant talons beneath the knees. The arms almost immediately taper off into almost surfboard-sized wings starting at the shoulder.

How can she fly with such a buxom figure? I thought harpies were supposed to be petite and slender for better flight efficiency. Her hair is platinum- almost white and she’s wearing a pair of denim cutoffs and a light colored tank top with spaghetti straps seemingly struggling to contain a rather impressive bust. With a quick kick of her talons, my hat was now being held loosely in one of her wings- a small clawed hand barely visible among her plumage as she hovers next to Smith.

Save for a tiny disdainful smirk flashed my way, she shows next to no emotion as she alights next to the woman in the dark suit.

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Panty Thief Short – Kikimora

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Glasses sat in the passenger addon as the Vice President was manning the motorcycle. They slowed to a stop as they arrived in front of the dormitory of their target. Glasses took out a megaphone. The air around was warm enough that he was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt. There were several of the Kikimora in the lawn conversing with each other.

“The President was right. It is a very nice day outside. I might even go outside of the dorms after this and walk a little.” Glasses said to the Vice President. “It certainly is. I might even make some tea.”

“Your tea is the best! I can’t wait.”

“We have a job to do. Are you ready?” Glasses nodded and stood up in his seat, facing the dormitory. He set the megaphone on it’s highest setting. The nearby Kikimoras looked at Glasses in curiosity as they heard the megaphone being set.

He took a deep breath before he shouted into the megaphone, his voice echoing through the dormitory as he said the following. “I require a servant to have full devotion to me, your master!” Silence. The plan had failed. None of the Kikimoras were exiting the dorm. Suddenly, the ground shook as a large wave of Kikimoras break open the main doors and headed straight towards Glasses and the Vice President. The Vice President floored the accelerator, and they ran off as a stampede of Kikimoras followed them. The dormitory was empty, with it’s doors wide open. Not one Kikimora had stayed behind.

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The Hounds at Our Heels

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Their howls sound of shattering glass. They’re excited, hungry, and terrifying enough to steal my attention from the indignant man in front of me, Ron Nielson. He marches on with orders while I sit alone in his office to listen to him and hounds bark at the moon. “You need to send Confirmed two, three … Continue reading The Hounds at Our Heels

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