Standalone – Bonds

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~ For my best friend, my sister in heart. In loving memory of MDC(Y). ~

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A mountain overlook outside the capital city of Neluk.

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Meya Hestina kept her body low to the ground, holding the feline form of the kurag she was attuned to. A deadly predator, she moved silently through the tall grass, ropey muscles tensing as she wound between trees and the low, leafy branches of plants. In the darkness, where the light of the moon couldn’t reach through the thick canopy of arching branches and purplish blue and green leaves, her deep red fur was indistinguishable from her surroundings. Black tipped her short, pointed ears and long tail, and ran in a line from the crown of her head to a point between her shoulder blades, narrowing as it went down.

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Ascension (Chapter Two)

Never one to do things in small measures, when Mayun failed, she failed spectacularly.

Really, she had tried to be ladylike about the whole thing. Composed, like her sister would have been, as she prepared to jump. But instead, seeing Toren made her panic, and she jumped backwards. And then the flailing and screaming had begun, with some cursing thrown in for good measure. Continue reading

Ascension (Chapter One)

Certain death waited ahead. This was it. Mayun Tejans knew she was going to die.

An honorable death? In some grand battle?

No. Not so much.

More of a very awkward, flailing, screaming kind of death where she was at risk of tripping over her own feet and injuring others on her way down.

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The Dreamer (Chapter Eleven ~The End~)

Rina walked with Joa towards the front gates of the city. Her friend had been uncharacteristically quiet since the previous night, and that worried her. And then she’d told her that morning that she was leaving to help Triaris gather information.

Joa’s shoulders were stiff as she walked ahead, and Rina knew her well enough to know her leaving was just to give herself time and distance to think. Although she had said she was willing to help with the being, she didn’t seem comfortable with that decision at all.

“Stop,” Joa said, pausing at the gates. Sighing as she turned, she sounded tired, as if she hadn’t been able to sleep much. “Even if we weren’t connected, I can feel you worrying at the back of my head.” She smiled weakly, and pushed a hand through her short, messy hair. “I’m fine, really.”

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The Dreamer (Chapter Ten)

Isaro raced for the tree where he had left Rina and the being. He could feel her pain through their link, and the leeching energy of the void from their enemy, sapping her strength.

The faint, metallic scent of blood carried on the air, and his heart lurched painfully in his chest. Fear pushed him to move faster.

He had to get to her. He couldn’t lose her.

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The Dreamer (Chapter Nine)

Isaro had no time to think about it. No chance to weigh the consequences in his mind.

The being watched him steadily as the sparks across the lake continued to grow into portals, gaze unwavering and breathing labored as if he had been running.

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The Dreamer (Chapter Eight)

Rina’s breath caught at the sight in front of her. The view was beautiful, but that wasn’t what made her heart swell in her chest as she looked around.

This was where Isaro had taken her countless times in the dreams.

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