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Sølvefalske When I woke on that last day in my own room, I tried to go back to sleep. My naive thirteen-year-old self thought maybe staying in ..
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Sutherlands The sharp ends of the dead grass scratched my skin, but at least I was alone. Until someone called my name. I sat up to see a burly man m..
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Three years later My paws bled and throbbed as I pounded forwards. Gnarled tree branches raked my ribs, but the caws growing louder behind me reminded..
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I let Firyali ride Frostbite since I had my own set of four legs. Shifting was as easy as dropping onto your hands and knees, which spontaneously turn..
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Chapter 5 Ylvana: The Crows “My cabin is down the road,” Firyali said. “Meet me there at nightfall. If you’re not there, I&rs..
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By the time the party actually started, I was exhausted from the set-up work. I couldn’t wait for Ylvana to show up so I could yell at her for ..
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There were a few times in my life where I could say I was truly happy. The closest I could get was when I was alone, like the night I laid under the ..
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In one plane of existence, I was racing through the trees, slipping on mud as icy rain pelted my face. One another, my mind was thinking about lies. ..
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Sköll heitir ulfr,er fylgir inu skírleita goðitil varna viðar,en annarr Hati,hann er Hróðvitnis sonr,sá skal fyr..
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At the first light of dawn, I was on my feet. Thankfully the storm had stopped, leaving only the lingering smell of rain. The air was crisp, but beara..
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