Ch 6: Bloody ElvesCh 6: Bloody Elves by Sushi-Troll
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Zan stirred, the memory of the drow shooting him in the forehead still fresh in his memory. He groaned, mentally listing all the ways he'd get back at the elf, only to pause at the sound he'd just made. It had been a distinctly humanoid noise, not like the badger squeak he'd almost grown accustomed to. He looked down to see a pair of legs, even a penis. The exact same, as it was. His skin was covered in very little body hair, which was pleasing to him considering Thayan shaving habits, and it even sported a healthy, sun-kissed, tan colour. Letting out a shout of triumph, for surely he was human again, and in his old Thayan body at that, he got up on his feet. It took him a few tries to get it right, especially after having been a badger twice, but he eventually succeeded.
Long, dark hair fell down into his face. Wow, he must have been dead for a long time for his hair to grow that long! The sooner he got his hands on a pair of scissors and some shaving tools he'd get rid of that! He wa
Nine lives with a little pushLike most substances, blood does have its appropriate setting. As much as its presence in, say, a fancy dining salon would be a decent setting scene for a mystery, in a butcher's shop, it is if not expected, at least unsurprising.Nine lives with a little push by VAEisenberg
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As such, Burmice's reaction was hardly different when she entered her shop, pleasantly exhausted after rehearsal of Three Steps up the Ladder (the role of the duke's scheming plenipotentiary might as well have been written for her) , only to happen to a shallow pool of it, with small, filthy feline footsteps leading away.
"Liothe's tits, Muri, what did you catch this time. I swear if I catch you eating it in my bed once again i'll hang you by the tail from the sausage rack." she cursed, but a small prideful smile crept upon her face all the same. After all, for all her faults, the cat was an impressive hunter, and lately increasingly prone to bringing her prey home to show.
Her gaze tracked the footprints, which carried on through the door to the living room,