Realm of Holocene, a Game of Thrones-esque world with fewer politics and more creatures. Mystical and Believable.
Aden El-Rahm, a young sellsword with a -cool, calm, and confident- demeanor who holds a debauchery secret, finds himself facing a fate...
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The morning sun filtered through the canopy, casting a warm glow Inside the tree bark where the youngling and the young harpy lay intertwined. Their bodies rose and fell in the gentle rhythm of slumber, their breathing soft and peaceful as they basked in the tranquility of the moment.
The youngling wyvern curled up inside the young harpy's embrace, pretending to be asleep. He loved the feeling of safety and comfort that came with being held by the harpy, and he wanted to stay there forever.
Yet, as the day grew brighter, the young harpy stirred, her eyes fluttering open to greet the new dawn. With a gentle stretch, she roused herself from the embrace of sleep, her gaze falling upon the still-slumbering form of the youngling beside her.
A tender smile touched her lips as she watched him, his features relaxed and his wings folded neatly against his back. For a moment, she simply observed him, marveling at the innocence that radiated from his restful state.
But a moment later, the young harpy decided it was time to greet the day. She gently nudged the youngling, trying to rouse him from his slumber. Her touch was light, a whisper against his scales, but he remained still, his eyes closed and his breathing steady.
A faint crease of worry creased the harpy's brow as she nudged him again, this time with a little more insistence. Concern began to bloom within her, wondering if perhaps the youngling was unwell or if something more sinister had befallen him during the night.
Just as she was about to check on him more thoroughly, the youngling's eyes suddenly snapped open, and he let out a mischievous squeak.
"Bwaa!" he exclaimed, his features contorting into an exaggerated expression of surprise, effectively startling the young harpy with his impromptu peek-a-boo.
For a heartbeat, the harpy froze, her eyes wide with momentary shock. Then, as realization dawned, a melodic peal of laughter bubbled forth as she gathered the giggling, wriggling youngling into a warm embrace.
Delighted by his successful prank, the youngling's wings flapped excitedly, anticipating their next game. The young harpy was happy to indulge, feigning surprise as she pretended not to see the squirming bundle of energy in her arms, much to his uncontrollable delight.
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On a rare mist-free day in the forest, the youngling wyvern mustered his courage and began to explore. As he strolled through the dense foliage, each nook and cranny teemed with life and wonder.
The trees swayed in the gentle breeze as birds sang from above, creating a peaceful atmosphere that lent itself to exploration. The creatures of the forest were mysterious yet welcoming, leading the little adventurer onward on his journey of discovery.
