CÓRYABIT

CÓRYABIT

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700 años después de la tercera guerra mundial, Terumo y Córyabit son las únicas civilizaciones en toda la faz de Aris. Los conflictos entre estas dos naciones llevarán a Córyabit a buscar la manera de no caer ante el poderío militar terumitense, decretando la ley de reclutamiento obligatorio para jóvenes mayores de 16 años. Terumo se ha vuelto aún más fuertes al encontrar armas en pueblos que estaban extintos, o eso se creía. La travesía de "Los Silbantes" empieza a ser forjada. TODOS LOS DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS. Pobre de quien me robe la historia conchesumare. Yo ya avisé, por sea caso. Guerra avisada no mata gente.
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Sometimes shit happens. Hey, it's not always your day, it's alright. One moment you're riding high, soaring above these mud-riddled plains with the king of mercs by your side, another, you're running far away from the crater he blew himself up in. You've really outdone yourself this time. W's dead, there's angel blood on your fingers and something itches to grow out of your skull. To pierce those gray curls of yours and bask in the twin moon's soft gaze. Something brewing deep within, eager to dim that halo forever and shatter your wings. A piece of you that's always been there, always hiding and growling, waiting for its moment to shine. So, hit the lights, Andy. Give it some stage time. Let yourself live a little. Throw out that Lateran jacket, put on some leather. Grow a pair of horns, befriend a fiend. Forget Laterano, forget Lungmen. Kazdel is your new home. And your new home's where you rightfully belong, you little rascal. Hellooooo people !! Here we are, a SPIN-OFF story of my "Curly Head" series, in which Andy actually went on that one job he previously ditched and got himself into quite a predicament. In this one, I'll turn the angst-meter down, I promise. W and Andy, happy times. :D This is, of course, perfectly fine as a standalone work, I think, but if you're new and wanna brush up on the lore then you can do just that! Series starts with "Goodbye Curly Head", rest is pretty straightforward. Summed up: thirteen year old boy from Laterano ships himself off to fight in the Kazdel Civil War for peacekeeping reasons, situation turns to shit at the end of his tour, forced to stay in Kazdel and make money as a merc, meets up the first W's crew at the age of sixteen, circus-slapstick follows. Ps: I'm not giving up on "Almost Green", only taking a small break and also delivering some much needed fluff-ish stuff. Tell me you thoughts in the comments, I tend to reply to every single one of them and love reading through them all! Have fun!

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