Marbles: The Hawk Who Refused to Die a Virgin
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  • Time 5h 41m
  • Reads 388
  • Votes 44
  • Parts 41
  • Time 5h 41m
Complete, First published Jun 24, 2020
Mature
Stolen from his nest as a chick, Marbles the hawk has been a wizard's familiar for his entire life. Compelled to carry 12 magical marbles, and protected by a force field powered by his virginity, Marbles, at the equivalent of 35 hawk years of age, has had enough. He's escaped, and is on a desperate, madcap quest for love. The physical kind. He's managed to enlist a few soon to be dear friends--gnome, human, elf and owl--but he quickly finds that his former master will stop at nothing to get his marbles, and his hawk, back in his grasp.
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