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Just a dragonborn a drew I like this guy

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Mushroom Guardian and Poacher

As the protector of the forest, the Guardian prevents the hunting of animals in Mystic Forest.  But every now and then fools will try and land scores on the elusive animals here. Like this group here, about 5 men, one tall and short, twins, and an old scarred man. The Guardian watched them averting their eyes with noises. 

“What was that Zack?” “I don't know, Jack just keeps moving!” The twins bickered. “The wildlife here doesn’t like to be seen by humans so they often scurry a lot when they see one.” The scarred man explained. He had been in this forest before. He comes almost every month with a group then leaves alone. Fools follow more often but they do love the more gullible ones. They were more fun to break. 

“Legs check the shrubbery there!” The short one ordered “I swear this is taking too long.”  The tall one made his way to the rather thick shrubbery. Suddenly two green leafy arms grabbed and pulled him into the bush. “MONSTER!” Zack yelled, holding on to Jack. “We have to save him!” Jack looked at the others but their faces were fearful but stoic. “We keep going from now on. I give orders, not you.” The old man looked at the short man. Green to the hunting game, the short man flustered agreed swiftly but angrily. He was clearly the one paying for the expedition. The clean clothes to his red nose to his chubby cheeks. A silver spoon must have been in his mouth when he was born. 

The Guardian continues to make life troublesome for the group slowly dragging each member away till the old, scarred man and short man are left. The Guardian could see how the limbs dragged across the forest floor, how the short man aggressively shook his canteen for water, and how sweat finally started to break the leader’s stoic facade. They were lost. 

“Hey! What’s the deal? You said you knew this forest!” The short man yelled, getting all red in the face. The leader then paused. “You can have him now.”  “What? What are you—” A tall mushroom-like man emerged from the tree about twice the height of the leader. Vines shot from his fingers that quickly enveloped the buyer. “Wait— Plea—”, Soon nothing but the vines were left.

“Did you really have to grab the first guy like that? I almost couldn’t hold it together!” The man keeled over, quivering from laughter. The Guardian stood proudly thinking they did a great job of scaring the poachers. Feeling a pair of arms wrap around their base the guardian looks down. 30 years had passed since they first met. Since their deal had formed. Although the Guardian felt some pause to continue. Aware of human life spans they knew the poacher they knew was short for this world. 

They let out chirps signaling to the old poacher. “Yeah, about 55 now. But I can keep catching them… you… you want me to stop?” The Guardian looked down on, taking the poacher's hands in their own. “Yeah… I'm old I guess but I'm still young here… and here…” The poacher groped the Guardian’s crotch. Clicks and chips sounded wildly. They quickly swooped up the poacher and carried them off to the place they call home, their tree. 

Here's a little sketch of what I think they would look like!

It's a quick little thing I wanna try and do for the rest of my stories hopefully I can put more effort into them in the future.

Also possible pt.2 to this story, its just getting steamy XD

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Masked Hobgoblin Mage

Imagine a masked hobgoblin mage that heals your wounds after your adventuring party gets wiped out by a huge monster. He grabs your thigh and pulls you close to him. He wraps your calf then picks you up and takes you to his home. He provides food, shelter, and slowly heals you over a few weeks. You notice how careful he is with you. He barely allows you to do anything. One day you notice he was gone for a long time. Being fully healed you decided to go and look for him. In the forest you finally find him but the beast that nearly killed you is there as well. Stricken with fear you hid behind a tree. You look out and see the mage petting the monster. It was his pet. You try to get away quietly but you step on dry leaves that alert both of them. The monster then chases and catches you and before it can maul you a whistle can be heard. The hobgoblin then approaches, clearly angry but also concerned. You knew not to leave the house without his permission. He carries you back even as you try to fight him. Flailing  about while he holds you in one arm. He put you on the bed using magic roots to hold you in place. Tears fall from your face and he caresses your cheek. He knows you're mad at him but you’ll soon learn that life with him will be so much better. That night you slept in his bed. Handcuffed with vines on your wrist and ankles, he held your body to his spooning you. He won’t ever let you leave. You're perfect for him.