Crossroads
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Fantasy
In a land not so different from our own. Creatures big and small from elves to giant shark humanoids dwell in this world. They act like we do, texting on their phones and going about their day. However, in this interesting tale there are no heroes. No powerful meanings. Just...Two very different people. Grimm is the last purebred lycan with a mysterious past. He is reserved and keeps to himself. He kills when he has to and keeps his friends close. After all, that's all he has. Then there is Luci, she is a dragonkin. One of the rarest fae in all the land. But unlike her other brothers and sisters she wants power over the world and doesn't care who gets in her way. What happens when these two opposites collide? Will Luci have another pawn in her ultimate plot? Or will Grimm have her right where he wants her? Disclaimer: I DO NOT TAKE ALL CREDIT FOR THIS STORY! This is based off of a roleplay between myself and my friend who wishes to stay anonymous. I thought it would be awesome to share. I will edit it as I feel fit. Thank you.
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Ivory

She looked around her at the four men who were glaring at each other, hate evident in their clashing gazes. Confusion was evident on her delicate, ethereal face as she tried to understand the battle of wills above her. Yes she knew them all, but what was the issue with them calling her 'mine'? .................................................. She doesn't have a name. They have named her, each his own. Aura. My little Lighter. Lily. Princess. Having been born in the village and abandoned in the forest to die, she has been raised by the forest and its inhabitants, her life simple and untouched by modernity. She knows nothing of the world and its evil machinations, nothing of lies, secrets, hate, greed, or deceit. Until she saw him. A lone black wolf stood in the snow, its snout raised towards the trees, tracing her scent. She leans forward to see him better, fascinated by him and happy that after her years in loneliness she has finally had another creature to move with. The branch she rests on breaks, and she crashes down twenty feet onto the snow. The wolf watches her as she crawls towards him and kneels in front of him. Then she speaks the first words he ever hears from her as he drinks her in. 'Ivory' And in his head he declares her 'his'

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