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She was used to stalking through the city. Where to hide, places to run, and how to act natural. She rarely went too far in. This was one of those times she did. The path was narrow between buildings. Few went back here, where enslavers often put waste. She had smelled something. Seeing...

"We have a deal, then." The Pawniard smirked. This was his first time leading a hunt, in a strange sort of way. It spoke to most of the others' characters that they were hopeful to eat without an exchange. "Tell me what I can do for you. I won't ask questions." He had come here for two reasons...

"Well met, Fray." The Pawniard smirks and nods. "The pleasure is mine." He turns his attention to the violet noisemaker that entered. Well, perhaps that was not fully accurate. It was partially metal. So they had been brought to a food shop of all places? May as well make the most of it for...

He fires a glare at Blitz. The smile he gives after is even worse. "Bubbles it is then, Delicious Chicken," he says and gives a placeholder name of his own, letting his tongue flit out from his lips briefly. An act, but a convincing one unless you can see his mind.

He accepts Blitz' answer readily. As a hunter, he knew prey. That was not the tone of a liar. He corrects the frightened flame bird. "If it was one, there would be but one here." No, this had the makings of something else. Then he tilts towards Maglev. "You do not deserve to know," he coolly...

Something walks out from the shadows. A Pawniard. It's not about what he looks like: aside from a tiny chip along the length of his horn, he looks simple. It's how he moves. The cold smile. Anyone who can sense wickedness would feel a great one from this Pawniard. Anyone who can sense strength...

All right, my weekly update. 12 words on the 11th. I couldn't get much done due to having to deal with a phone Google is trying to murder. Like, they were bypassing root settings and now even DNS blocking to kill the batteries. For safety according to an Australian watchdog, but it basically...

The past decade and a half of Ayume Carino’s life had been an ordeal. She had been living discreetly in the basement of a friend’s home for four years. It was tense, but stable. Shortly after her son was born, the landlord discovered the illegal suite. Without sympathy, he ordered them out...

Decided to cut back on posts in here. :P Weekly updates henceforth. 23 words on the 5th, 8 on the 6th, 17 on the 7th, 9 on the 8th. These were just little bits and pieces. But 61 words on the 9th: edits to C3 of Demonic Origins. And today, 283 words on the looong overdue to the point of where...

I mean, with how many Nori/Prema fics I've finished, it just doesn't register anymore. It did a bit with Official In-Training because that turned into a longfic when scope creep hit hard (I kept it all together), but that was more a sense of accomplishment. Though I'm more of a special case...

It was the evening before the latest protest of Youths Against Mistaken Society. Shades of orange, violet, and adjacent colors painted the sky. A gentle breeze was flowing in from the north. Yet sheets of darkness lay on the horizon, like a Gengar lurking in the shadows. Cloudy weather was...

202 words worth of edits today. I also wrote a news article, but I don't have a buddy for that for various reasons.

A more solid 172 today as edits roll along.

82 on the phone today.

118 yesterday. I did phone writing and was too tired to go check late at night while it was charging upstairs. 41 today.

Nori was sitting in the front seat of the trailer. It was funny being behind the wheel, since he didn’t know how to drive yet. Not that his mom drove it either, though they had a gas can and working tires if she needed to. He was listening to one of his favorite radio dramas: Crime By Starlight...

86, focusing on C1 edits of Demonic Origins.

Only 21 today due to a variety of life circumstances, but mostly my mind not focusing.

All right! A level 100 means a fresh start, the Celseteela is now representing the metaseries! Starting off with a modest 65 words which were mainly extra edits to the prologue of Demonic Origins before I posted it. Two sentences were awkward and ended up getting totally rewritten, otherwise it...

Night had fallen, shrouding the land in darkness. It was a good time for a hunt. She was a beast who had covered herself in a dark bag of trash, a predator seeking her prey. She stuck whatever else she could find onto her spines and thick horn. It served to conceal her, and gave a little extra...