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 harpy and the youngling wyvern had spent the day exploring nearby forest and river, now their wings gliding through the cool breeze as they ventured into new territories.
The sun began to dip below the horizon when the youngling wyvern and the young harpy arrived at the dock of the seaport.
As they landed on the wooden planks of the dock, the youngling wyvern's eyes sparkled with mischief. He had an idea, a game he wanted to play with his young harpy mom. With a mischievous grin, he turned to her and chirped excitedly, his tail wagging in anticipation.
"Wark!" the youngling wyvern let out a playful growl, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He looked at the young harpy, gesturing with his wings and making playful sounds, indicating that he wanted to play a game. A game he used to play with his Firefox friend back in the human settlement near the forest.
The young harpy understood his gestures, her own wings flapping in excitement as she nodded her head in agreement.
"Kweh," She replied yes.
She knew that the youngling wyvern loved to play hide and seek and she was more than happy to indulge him.
And so, the youngling wyvern darted off, his wings flapping furiously as he searched for the perfect hiding spot. The young harpy watched him go, her eyes scanning the area for any sign of movement.
The young harpy giggled, her laughter echoing through the dock. As the youngling wyvern disappeared from view, the young wyvern let out a playful chirp, indicating that he was ready to begin the game. She searched high and low, her wings beating playfully as she tried to find the youngling wyvern's hiding spot.
And as they played, their gestures and sounds became their language, a way for them to communicate without words. They laughed and giggled, their eyes sparkling with joy as they played together on the dock.
The youngling wyvern and the young harpy were playing hide and seek several times at the dock of the seaport. The youngling was having a great time, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he darted from one hiding spot to another.
The young harpy was equally enthusiastic, her wings beating energetically as she searched for the youngling. She loved playing with him, loved the way he laughed and giggled as she chased him around.
When the youngling darted behind a stack of crates, the young harpy swooped down, her eyes scanning the area for any sign of movement. She could hear the youngling's breathing and she could sense his excitement as he waited for her to find him.
And then, with a sudden burst of move, the youngling darted out from behind the crates, his wings flapping fast as he tried to escape the young harpy's grasp.
Alas, the young harpy was too quick for him. Her wings beat faster as she chased him around the dock. The youngling laughed and giggled, his eyes sparkling with joy every time he tried to evade her.
