#fun with werebeasts

[dwarvendiaries]

Relevent to story 1. This bug remains unresolved. Moral of the story: do not oversupply your tavern with alcohol.

Love watching dwarf fortress vids and seeing ppl tell their own wild stories in the comments

[chknbzkt]

First day of Halloween how we doing folks!!!

People have been making Sun a werewolf and Moon a vampire and I wanted to do my take on that

He’s not really a wolf here but he sure is a Beaft

i swear they’re nice 😭

[secret-bug-pain-blog]

The fun part about stress is that when you're under a particularly large amount of stress from a single source, it's really hard to actually buckle under that One Thing. Even if it's a really, really big thing, that is threatening to ruin your entire life in one fell swoop, it's hard to fully get yourself to wrap your head around it. Big Things, in our experience, almost always take a good chunk of time to chew on and fully digest. You don't give way under the weight, you simply have to chew on it. Work through it. Maybe not directly work on it, but you don't really shatter from it. It just sort of hangs over your head, like a single massive weight.

The thing about these sorts of weights, of course, is that this adds to the stress from other things. You don't break down about the Big Things directly. When it happens, it won't be the Big Weight of, say, that cloying medical problem. It'll be the little things. That big weight is too big to really wrap your head around, too heavy to comprehend in one piece - so what gets you is, instead, the little things. The stuff that reminds you of it, in a way that's ever so more tangible.

Because you don't just think about, say, your future potential inability to financially support yourself. You go on with your life. You keep acting as normal. You work as you are, for as long as you can. And then that straw comes along.

You go out to a club with your friends. You think of buying drinks together. All of a sudden, you remember your bank account. Every penny spent on gin feels like a risk, a waste. You're irresponsible. You're wasting your savings away. How long can you sustain this? Everything you buy, and everything your friends buy, feels like abrasions on an invisible plane. Thinking about it makes you feel sick, and the more you stay, the worse you feel.

It's not spending two dollars on a beer, realistically, that's causing you the stress. It's the looming spectre behind it. The problem, showing itself in symptoms, so much more easily grasped. Your phone slips from your hands, and you think of the nerve problems that will only compound, and all of a sudden the mere idea of picking it up and dropping it again makes you feel sick. Your friend texts you something just north of warm, and all of a sudden you're spiralling worrying if your continuing problems have finally alienated them.

It's easier to grasp the smaller things, you see. It's easier to have one little thing happen and realize that you'll have to grapple with that for the rest of your life than it is to go through the symptoms list, because it's simple and immediate. Thinking of your future is too big to wrap your head around, but thinking of having to rely on someone to hold your hand just to walk you to the bathroom, over and over for the rest of your life - that thought scares you, more than any thought of the underlying cause ever would. It's not she's dead, it's how will i water the roses without her? or what will i do on tuesday now that she's gone? or how do i ever care for her pets?

Small is easy to grasp. Easy to think about. Easy to worry about. Easy to have happen, and have the horrible, bleeding spectre of its underlying cause crash into you, and leave you shaking and struggling to pull yourself together on the floor. A forced windows update might not scare you, but the looming fear of forced obsolescence will, the horror of not even being able to choose to opt out on a should-be-optional update.

Which is to say: it's not being forcibly turned into a werebeast that really gets you. Not the blades at your heels, or the blood on the floor, or the immediate knot of emotions when you realize your teammate's just seen you behead someone without even meaning to do it. It's not the injury, or the inability to walk, or the burning like boiling oil trickling down your muscles hours afterwards. What really gets you, once everything's over and done with, is sitting down and realizing that your only pair of shoes has been slashed to ribbons because of your own cursed body's spur blades.

Because it might not be the boots, on their own, causing the problem. But that, in and of itself, makes it worse. Because even if it's not the core of the problem, it's still the part that you'll fixate on, because it's faster, because it's simpler, because it's so much easier to grasp than wrapping your head around all that's been done to you, and crying over something as horribly, horribly trivial as boots makes you sound - well, it makes you sound like an immature fool, doesn't it?

A cruelty, perhaps, that the emotional state at which you'll cry over boots isn't one where you can put the source of the problem together. But really, knowing that it's the werebeast thing doesn't make you feel any less stupid. Because now you're the kind of person who cries over boots, and stupid, material possessions, when you have so many more problems, when a slip of your sleeve could get you arrested. And that, more than anything, makes you feel a tiny bit more helpless than before.

They were good boots, too.

[dwarvendiaries]

Undead are immune to being infected by werebeasts that's why there's so little online info on undead werebeasts. That's why it'd also be difficult (though not impossible) to create an All-werebeast,all-undead fortress. To do this you'd need:

Have a necromancer who doesn't have lycantropy. Create a room with 3 levers inside. One locks the necromancer inside the room with a drawbridge. One controls an inner bridge to the werebeasts living quarters. One controls an outer bridge to the werbeasts' living quarters.

Burrow the werebeasts into new living quarters. These shouild have their own source of food as well as workshops and stockpiles. I'd making them predominantly miners, crafters and metal workers.

Invite new migrants. When the werebeasts transform, wait before locking the necromancer away in their control room using a burrow and release them close to the end of the full moon. It's better to relase them too late than too early, so that the dwarves relatively intact when infected.

Let infected dwarves die. your necromancer will then resurrect some. Add these to the werebeasts quarters and repeat.

Alternatively you can create an in-game clock to do this relaese automatically but that would be time consuming to build and calibrate. But again not impossible

Okay so

I've started my fourth fortress in Dwarf Fortress and I have a problem

My first batch of migrants included a necromancer. I somehow ended up with 3 necromancers in my fort.

Everything was going well until the fortress was attacked by a werebison. It was eventually killed but several of my dwarves also became infected. The situation rapidly deteriorated until no dwarves were left alive in the fortress

However, a few of my dwarves have reanimated as something called "dark cursed slayers." They still do tasks like they did when alive, but they have no emotions and cannot be appointed to any position. Old work orders are still running, but I can't add new ones as I do not have a manager and can't appoint one.

All of them are still werebison and transform periodically, which causes my population to drop down to zero, and sometimes some of them are killed when this happens. Are they just going to eventually kill each other or what.

What can I do with this save lol

[ofowlsdinosaursanddragons]

[skyheld]

remember when there were werebeasts in thedas, i think we should bring them back

[magicalgirlmascot]

had a horrible moment of "oh god did I accidentally line things up so that Hot Beast Summer was also the same year that Kopaka lost his parents" but no the timelines don't add up we're good

[siphonyx]

[askshivanulegacy]

Design Flaws

The snowy hawkbats should have been Cipher Thirteen’s first clue that this was a bad idea.

They were cute. Just like his own little hawkbat form, except white and fuzzy (not to imply that his hawkbat form was cute). 

Covered in a downy layer of fur, like the finest of winter fashion, they clung along the walls of the ice canyons as if they were granite slug-infested ferrocrete and not … frigid and forbidding wastelands (he wondered what they ate). They didn’t have the echolocation horn that he did, or the bioluminescent, environment-sensing fronds, but they did have the tiniest little, fur-covered triangular ears, which he, of course, did not.

Adorable.

With shorter, broader wings, and claws more like miniature icepicks than something reasonable, they nestled together in overlapping layers, covering the exposed, pale skin along the lower third of their wings in fuzzy warmth. Every so often the bottom layer of snow bats would take flight, maybe locating some kind of nourishment, before flitting sporadically back to take their place at the top of the column, tucking in and making the whole colony readjust as they chased the rising line of the falling sun. Neat.

Thirteen turned from the window and went to locate Watcher Five.

* * * * *

The fact that even tauntauns refused to traverse the landscape at dusk should have been Thirteen’s second clue.

“The sun’ll be down in an hour,” the animal keepers told them. “Tauntauns won’t do it. They won’t. Lookit ‘em. They know. It’s a five-hour trip anyway by mount. Did you try the speeder bay?”

Yes, they tried the speeder bay. All were down due to climate-related mechanical issues. That’s why they were here.

Five and Thirteen were forced to abruptly step aside as a tauntaun retreated, with loud complaints, into its not-all-that-warm, yet somehow preferable, stall in the ice cave.

Time for plan, uh. C.

* * * * *

They had, of course, what the tauntauns didn’t, which was thermal clothing embedded with thermal heat packs, specifically made for this planet, for this weather.

Well, Thirteen didn’t, not anymore, not for Plan C. But that was fine. He had thick skin and he’d flown in the cold before. Five packed a duffel with extra winter clothing and gear, while the monstrous, dragon-sized hawkbat looked on, and they were ready to go.

Intel, and Intel’s finest, don’t wait for daybreak.

Thirteen launched them into the fading dusk, and the winter air wrapped around his wings in a cold embrace. The low clouds on the horizon were tinged pink.

Delightful.

Three hours by air to the next installation, max. It would be easy.

* * * * *

Nobody told Thirteen that massive wings capable of resisting blaster bolts can still lose heat like a sieve. And so can large, unfurred ears, like the ears he has to accommodate the echolocation that he’s trying so hard to use right now in the face of the blisteringly cold wind and the downright blistering, driving snow.

The snow stings his eyes and sharp gusts batter them about in the dark. Thirteen does his best to smooth the journey for Watcher Five, and he thinks he succeeds, but he can feel the air yanking and shoving his wings, and it’s an effort to keep them even. His muscles tremble.

How long has it been?

Well, they’ll be there soon enough. If Thirteen is cold, then Five certainly is. He just needs to persevere a little longer.

Tiny icicles form on his eye ridges, and across the rim of his ears and inside them, from the steamy plumes of his hot breath. Not for the first time, he shakes his head to dislodge them, snapping his beak in futile annoyance and grimacing at the burning of his chafed skin. They interfere with his hearing - with what he can see in the sound. Far below, he perceives the slopes and edges of the landscape.

No base, yet.

A little further. 

His wings are stiff from the cold, and he pumps them regularly to keep speed and keep blood flowing. This is fine. He’s flown in the cold before. Not like this, but … still cold.

The wind howls and makes the icicles sing, and he shakes his head again. Five beats on the base of his neck. 

It’s fine. He screams into the wind to tell him so.

It bites back into his lungs.

It’s … painful the way the delicate fronds at the back of his head seem to transmit the frigid air straight into his skull. Had he ever had the problem before? He can’t remember. Maybe he should speak to Five about … a hat. A hawkbat hat. For a giant hawkbat.

The idea makes him chuckle. Oh, but this snow is annoying. It makes his eyes water. Five has goggles, doesn’t he? Thirteen needs those too. For now, maybe he’ll just close his eyes. He doesn’t need them, anyway, can’t see anything even with all the extra spectrums his eyes have access to. Premium design choice, and for what?

No, he can hear the landscape just fine.

The ache of his body fades into the wailing monotony of the wind.

An hour later - or is it minutes later? - he tries to open his eyes and realizes they have frozen shut.

Well, that’s … dastardly. And unfair.

A good shake does nothing for them, neither does a second, longer and more vigorous shake. He could beat the ice free, perhaps, with a wing, or a claw, maybe. But that’s not really conducive for flying or for passengers, is it?

Damn it, Five.

Well, he still has his ears. They’ll be there soon. Won’t they? He’s sure they will. How long has it been?

Five is still there. Isn’t he? He should be. He’d be an idiot if he let himself fall after all this time. Well, he’s wrapped up in enough thermals that they’d cushion the landing and he’d still melt a crater into the ice like a superheated meteor. It’s fine.

He thinks he feels Five patting his neck again. He thinks he hears Five saying something, which his giant ears would definitely pick up, even with the wind. Yes, it’s fine.

It’s fine. 

His wings are heavy. He beats them. He thinks he does. He listens, hard, for their destination to appear. He doesn’t hear anything.

The clouds muffle everything. Should he go lower? 

No, he can hear through clouds. He can hear through that annoying ringing, he can hear past the heaviness of his breath.

He can. He was made for this.

He was.

Except, he wasn’t.

He thinks of flying with a giant winged wolf, soaring among mountain peaks, under a clear, starry sky. She has the aurora wrapped like a shawl in her mane and her tail - the sparkling banner of a comet. He hears her, in the wind. Howling.

Howling.

She was made for this.

Gradually, his head and wings droop. 

The flight comes to an abrupt end.

Thankfully, he doesn’t notice when he plows, headfirst, into the icy slope.

[july-19th-club]

best eric flashback is the one in which it becomes clear that when he was alive, he was jason

[oxygen537art]

istg I luv ur art style so much and also can I get mha smut recommendations (idrc wat ship but mainly bakudeku and dabihawks is wat I'm looking for. shiggydabi is cool too)

Thank you so much for your nice words, I'm glad you enjoy my art! ❤️

I've listed the authors and titles of their works that I once saved in my favorites. I hardly follow updates now, it's been a while since I reread the works listed here, so I rely purely on notes and bookmarks left by past me. Just a reminder that everyone's tastes are different, please read the tags. And check out the authors' other works!

18+, Minors Do Not Interact!

Aphra_After_Dark

The Desk Job

Fight for You, Fighting for Me

how to 69 when both of you have fangs

In For A Penny

Mommy Milkers

Of Corset Is

A Slow Descent

Something New

bluebelle

can I kiss you?

full rack

hard boiled

cozzzynook

“Closer”

"Come on baby bird, show me whose submissive”

“Lace and Feathers”

“Mated” series

“I got you a present birdie”

“I’ll Love you even when you don’t love you”

Self-care is the best care, but with you it’s just better

The sun that stole the moon

“Touya’s Fun Night In”

Cateil

drowning in you

heart and soul

messy

palpable

cellostiel

Maraschino Cherry Juice

Relaxation

The Real Deal

Songbird

So Fucking Electric

DeadBoysWalking

Hyperfixation

Shut Up And Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is

Good Boy

If Only

Eyes On Me

The Other Way

Wait A Minute, Baby, Stay With Me A While

Turn you inside-out by dorothycanfly

drunkenCharm

As Above So Below

Before I Ever Met You

Begging for Thread

Days of Bloom

Drowning Gods

Good Vibrations

i hold you to my heart's desire

Waiting Game

FeatheredFvck

Bad Behavior

Bet

Breathe

Dickstracted

Euphoria

I'll Do You Two Better

It's A Spring Thing

The One Percent

Unexpected

From flames to ashes by NekoRika (This is a collection of oneshots, but I save the chapters 3, 23, 36, 41, 43)

Neurotoxin

Arrangements

Change Of Pace

Learn To Breathe

Punk Gecko Boi watches Smexy Gaymer and his Goth bf fuck on webcam.mp4

Pixie_Virus

4's a Party

Couch Troubles

Meet-Cute

After Dicking Cuddles by the_pursuit_of_happiness

I'll Make It Fit and Milk Me by paleserendipity

SaltyTomato

Good boy

I hope they have your eyes

Pretty Fingers on Slick Thighs

satan_copilots_my_tardis (I recommend all of their works. Some are only available on Tumblr (18+) @satancopilotsmytardis)

SoenNoAme (TsukkiNoNeko)

Blue Flames, Blue Passion

Captivated By Your Resonating Light

Close To You

Dancing Flames

Diplomatic Approach

Edge of Glory

Glimmer

Heated

Kiss Me Like It's Do Or Die

Play A Little Game

Satisfy the Undisclosed Desires in your Heart

sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie.

Stuck in Repeat

Tears That Drip Sore

until you learn to love yourself

White Camelia

Your Innocence Is Mine

Wind Down by frozenCinders

Primal Instincts and Pretty Things by truthinadvertising

fuck around and find out and End Racism in the OTW- All Dolled Up by unbalancedcentrifuge

VampyrSutton

Be Good For Me

The Cave

Eyes on Me

Good Little Whore

Hate Fuck

How Are You Alive?

How Do You Live Like This?

How the Mighty Fall

Spring Heat

SSD Day 3~Werebeasts~Claiming Bite/Knotting

SSD Day 6~Anthro~Collar

Werewolfnightwalker

All Of Me

The Consequences of Nesting

Down By the Wexford Border

Save a Horse, Ride a Birdboy

Soft

Take Me Apart So Gently

Turn Off The Lights (We Don't Need Them To Dance)

[dunmeshistash]

Do you think that vampires could/would exist in the dunmeshi universe? It's not directly referred to like other horror fantasy (zombies, werewolves/beastmen, etc)

I think the closest to a vampire in dunmeshi is the mosquito succubus

Maybe a giant bat werebeast?? Althought the giant bats look more like fruit bats but their pages say they drink blood

Actually gonna say it, kind of a coward move from Kui if it's gonna be a blood drinking bat make it look like one that actually drinks blood smh, fruit bats are way "cuter" cause they look like dogs but they mostly eat fruit like the name implies

Vampire bat have a shorter face tiny eyes and huge ears, adorable

Fruit bats, even the giant version that exists irl called indian flying foxes, look like dogs, long snouts big eyes, also very cute

The giant ones also eat fruit and bugs and can have a wingspan of 150cm

Anyway what was the question, oh yeah, vampires, I guess a giant bat beastman would work since they drink blood but would probably be the monstrous side of vampire rather than the aristocrat side of vampire. Succubus really are the closest ones but a half-human half succubus would probably look more like insect girls with the moth wings

Anyone else in the bat fandom maybe you'd like this video it's pretty fun

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Been revisiting my werewolf lore as of late and I’m thinking up some ideas and story situations that have happened. Not just of the tragic or angsty kind, but of heartfelt and silly kind and I thought I’d share some of them.

For context my world is an urban fantasy, werewolves and other wereanimals are the of the typical hybrid monster variety. However are not murderous rampaging beast, but cunning and clever animals in beast form. Keeping their raw human intelligence/ personality/ and emotional connections in wolf form. It’s just their cognition and mental state has been swapped to that of a wild animal. Lycanthropy being treated more like a chronic illness in a way, it sucks to have and a lot of werewolves have some complicated and messy feelings about it. However is not a damnation or death sentence, being a severe but manageable condition and werewolves being able to live happy, fulfilled lives.

*A social media trend of werewolves filming themselves in wolf form and uploading a lot of the sillier antic their wolf self gets up to. A particularly viral one being a werewolf spinning on his feet with a beaten up toy in his claws with cheery meme music edited in.

*Werewolves being really calm and even affectionate towards loved ones in wolf form, as well as responding to their name. As while the exact context is lost, the wolf remembers the emotional connection they have. Like a werewolf dad playfully nipping and letting his young son tug his fur. Or a werewolf putting her paws on and licking her girlfriend’s face and being given a whole chicken as a treat.

*Just as a werewolf remembers those they love, they also remember those they hate. Responding with intense aggression or fear towards those they dislike. Such as the case of a werewolf inmate being abused and bullied by a guard wolfing out due to stress, breached containment and stalked that specific guard through the entire prison to maul him and only him in a fit of rage.

*Werewolves being highly curious and inquisitive, as well as having hands leads to a lot of antics. Like a werewolf breaking out of their cage as they figured out how to open the lock. Getting into garbage cans or peoples cars looking for food or fun toys.

*A particular news story of a werewolf mother saving her young children’s lives while wolfed out. A house fire caused by faulty electrical wire causing her house to catch fire on a transformation night. the wolf mom smelling smoke and freaking out, struggling and howling against the cage freaking out rescue workers. Eventually just digging herself out and bolting into the burning house, dragging her kids out by their necks back to her cages den. Being covered in severe burns and defensively standing over her kids growling and lashing out as rescue workers tried to get them. Ultimately taking her husband calling her name repeatedly and calming her down before letting them take the kids and treat her wounds.

*A werewolf lamenting that they can’t drink coffee or eat a lot of their favorites foods anymore because it has chocolate/ onions/ or xhilitol in it. They keep trying to eat their favorite chocolate snack cakes and morning coffee anyway and just get extremely sick every time. It won’t kill them, but the stomach cramps and being bound to the toilet blasting from both ends makes them wish it did.

*Werewolves attending support groups and having organizations meant to provide aid to the wereanimals community. Providing mental health resources and consulting/ having seminars about proper cage maintenance and restraint tying/ giving them a group of people they can talk to who actually understand lycanthrope issues.

*On the darker side, you also got the werebeast purges that happened because of a particular infamous werewolf serial killer. A cannibalistic monster well before becoming a lycan, he figured out to late that a of his victims he was werewolf on a full moon night. Unfortunately he would survive the attack to be afflicted with lycanthropy and even worse survive his first transformation. This monsters wolf was an unnaturally violent and bloodthirsty creature, more akin to a Hollywood rage monster werewolf then any normal lycan in universe. This killer in and out of wolf form killed and devoured over 110 in a year, becoming a menace feared. This leading to the darkest days in wereanimal history as the “Beast Purges” began, hundreds of werewolves/ werecats/ werebears and even non-afflicted people lost their lives to mob violence and fearful allegations. This killer werewolf ultimately being slain by a band of hero’s and defeated in a werewolf vs werewolf battle.

This is wonderful worldbuilding! I especially like the idea that transformed werewolves don't quite keep their human minds/memories but do still have their core feelings for people. That's a really fun middle ground between "human mind in an animal body" and 'full animal".

Also that news story about the werewolf mom saving her kids would make a great urban fantasy newspaper article that could absolutely stand on its own as a short story!

[kindlingkeen]

I'm curious, what is your favorite (hero/anti hero/vigilant/villain/civilian/no one knows) Jason design? (Helmet, hood, that one that looks like a pill, werebeast, ninja: bucket edition, ninja: league of assassins edition, father, Robin, etc)

If there's not one that's your favorite, do you have a top 5 of our favorite Eevee?

Oooo, nice ask, anon. I love a good prompt that lets me use visual aids, A++.

This is a topic I have strong feelings on, both from an aesthetic preference standpoint and a practicality of armor and weapons perspective, so this might stray a little into hot topic territory...

To start with, I’m actually pretty partial to the original look. You know, this guy:

Give me a smooth featureless helmet, a biker jacket, and some tactical jeggings any day. It’s classic.

That said, my favorite look is probably actually from RHatO. I think the design it’s pretty similar between the New 52 and Rebirth, but the art is better in Rebirth.

Source: Red Hood and the Outlaws (2016) Vol 1

I love the thigh holsters and the greaves. My major beef with this look is the three-quarter sleeves and the bared forearms. Like, come on, Jason is mainly a close-quarters combat fighter who favors knives. There is no power on earth that could convince me that he shouldn’t be rocking a sick pair of vambraces.

Task Force Z isn’t ... terrible. I loath the crowbars as a weapon of choice (🤮👎). But I like the streamlined, hyper-jointed, plate-armor look that realistically provides protection for melee fighting while still letting him flip around. Not really a fan of the hood look here though (are we just blatantly ripping off Iron Man now?).

Source: Task Force Z #8

I detest, likely deeply and passionately detest, the muzzle and cropped hoodie vest get-up. And, omg, the red ribbons on his arms, don’t even get me started. Like what the fuck even is that? It’s ridiculous. My problem with this look is partially that the aesthetics and impracticality don’t appeal to me, but also that it’s so over the top it makes Jason feel like a caricature of himself.

Source: Batman/Catwoman: The Gotham War #1 (2023)

Possibly the only thing worse than the muzzle/ribbons get-up is the pill head Jason design. It’s just so godawful I’m not going to feature it here.

I’m honestly not even sure what to say about this one. The boots are fine, I guess. 🤦‍♀️

Source: Batman 148 (2024)

When it comes to Robin, I don’t have a particular favorite. I adore cute as button Jaybin in his little collared yellow cape (although I wish the artists would give him some kneepads at least).

Source: Robin 80th Anniversary

But I also equally like a more armored, badass Robin look for Jason.

Source: RHatO Rebirth Vol 1 (2016)

I think that about covers it, anon. Thanks for the fun ask! 💙

[dartagnantt]

Entropy Domain | Being a cleric of death is cool, but what if you went further?

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So, at the end of the year, I couldn't help but think? What about the end of all things? Kind of a thematic parallel of my Circle of Rot. Emissary of the End

Well, if you're worshiping the end of things, killing is probably important. As is making sure that the undead be proper dead.

Nullify Impact

I was considering doing something akin to the grave domain turn a critical hit into a regular hit, but that's a 6th level feature, so that seemed rather unfair, so instead you get some Battle Master parry/missile catching, which seemed more appropriate.

Inevitable Fate

This time I felt like it would be fun for the CD to be more of a "stop struggling" kind of a deal. Maybe I'll should have added an upgrade to make it stop their healing for the same duration, but at just level 2, that was a bit overkill. Vanilla werewolves bewere.

Extra Attack

Well, I gave it martial weapons proficiency, of course I was giving it this.

Divine Strike

I may as well repeat the previous sentence

Cessation

As I was creating this, I realised that the timestop spell exists, and it doesn't really feel like you're stopping anything, so I decided instead of stopping the world, what if you stopped one thing in particular. Something very absolute, great for taking a threat out of combat or ensuring something's safety.

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The Beguiler. A spellcaster dedicated to illusions, enchantments, and general fuckery.

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[khaleer]

Today a small mix (cuz I am late) of day 5 and 6 of weretober!

Highland cattle and coyote werebeast hanging out having fun time!