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M B

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Posters and Paydays

M B

Weekly Contest #357

The face on the wanted poster grinned with a maw of jagged teeth. His broad head seemed locked in an eternal dispute over whether it belonged to an ape, a bear, or a goblin. The answer, unmistakably, was bugbear. BORIS STRONGJAW. Notorious highway robber. Crimes: Robbery, extortion, arson, assault, indecent exposure, robbery, extortion, arson, assault, indecent exposure, and repeatedly pitching a tent in the town square. Reward: Five hundred crowns. Two hungry males stood over the notice, one a rogue and one a minotaur. The young man wore a...

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Operation Midnight Tissue

M B

Weekly Contest #355

The Golden Child. The Joker. The Wild Card. The Twisted One. Or, as our parents would have it: Sina. Rhea. Drake. Lav. I’m Sina. I’m not a fan of the codename that Lav gave me for lots of reasons. I used to not a huge fans of codenames, but Lav assured us that it would help on our “missions.” Over the years, I’ve grown to annoyingly accept our codenames. Out of spite, I was the one that gave Lav his nickname. He hated it. His familiar - a black ferret named Romulus - hissed whenever I called him that. Romulus wasn’t here - he was scoping ou...

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Courier Woes

M B

Weekly Contest #354

Kashikoi’s dark-furred tail flicked as she wiped sweat from her brow, her cat ears twitching as she noticed her purple-dyed hair and ear fur fading to turquoise. The bright colors contrasted with her gray skin tone, and her green cat eyes narrowed. The “town” was just a collection of scrap metal, cobbled together to resemble buildings. There was the sound of a shard gun firing somewhere in the settlement, but it was such a common occurrence that Kashi didn’t even flinch... But she did undo the clasp of her holster for better access to her ...

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Wulfkovia

M B

Weekly Contest #344

Brushka had never been to the palace before. It stood dominating the snowy streets: A beacon of decadence as all around the fox, beasts of all sorts growled at one another - their clothes too large on their gaunt, starving, frames. His purple eyes took in the palace doors as he drew closer. He had been summoned by the queen herself to see her only son: The sickly prince of Wulfkovia. The wolves and bears that guarded the gates glowered at the purple-eyed fox in his brown monks robes as he drew closer. A flash of the invitation and a wolf...

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Footsteps in the Bog

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The smell of pine needles and damp earth gave way to the stench of the bog as he rode east. He'd sold pelts in Westhills, using the coin to buy a sturdy mule better suited to the marshy ground of his ancestral lands. The animal, which he'd named 'Mudlark', flicked its ears at every buzzing insect, its plodding steps a monotonous rhythm that mirrored the turmoil in Egeus's own mind. The man with the dirty blonde hair was deep in thought, he hadn't been back in five years. He'd sworn an oath that he'd never let these lands poison him again. Y...

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The Ferret's Amulet

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Weekly Contest #329

The ferret girl scampered down the cobblestone street, scurrying past some older beasts on a corner who growled in annoyance at the kit and her mischievous grin. Their annoyance would turn to anger later when they discovered their missing baubles, but by then she was long gone. Stealing came easy to the ferret, who was not even in her teenage years yet. She had picked the skill up easily, having lived among street thieves her entire young life. She saw the subtle ways they moved their paws and for her it came naturally. Now she found there ...

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Chapel of Crows

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Weekly Contest #325

The letter had said to meet at the chapel in the woods. At first he had thought to burn it and think nothing of it, but the details within had stayed his hand: Phrases known only in certain circles that caught his eye. Whoever this was knew about his old family business - the business of banditry... the life he had sworn off. Let my family hang themselves with the nooses they wove, he thought. Sooner or later the hangman would find them, or the crossbow bolts of the caravan guards. They were dead to him, and he to them. So why had this l...

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Blackjack

M B

Weekly Contest #319

The cold damp wind brushed against my brown fur, carrying with it the scent of dead fish and broken dreams. I probably should have pulled my coat closer around myself, but the cold, damp air was soothing on my battered body. My tail thumped against the waterlogged boards of the dock. It had been a hell of a night for this broken down rat detective.One full of old flames, old enemies, and me getting the tar beat out of me by a bunch of thugs. My claws felt the butt of my revolver: not the usual snubby .38, a full size .44. I hate using guns...

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Mask of the Archer

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Weekly Contest #316

Amber, meerkat and ace journalist of the Empire City Tribune, sat at her writing desk surrounded by the clicking of typewriters and the scent of coffee. She idly fished a gummy worm from the candy jar on her desk and scarfed it down as she focused on her assignment. “You know I actually hate you.” Amber looked to her right to see a beaver girl glowering at her. “Why?” Amber asked, flattening her ears. “Because you can scarf those down,” the beaver replied, “and you’re still skinny.” Amber chuckled. “I walk a lot, Nadine.” Nadine huffed bef...

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A Grey Town

M B

Weekly Contest #311

The cold rain lashed against Halla’s face - her blonde, braided hair plastered to her scalp, mud caked to her boots. She drew her wolf pelt cloak closer around herself as she felt the slight hint of a shiver. This was a different cold than the brutal winters of her homeland: this was a damp cold that soaked through clothes and skin alike until the very soul was damp and chilled. Halla squinted against the thick fog in the graying light, she thought she could make out a hint of a warm yellow glow... or that could have been wishful thinking o...

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Yearning

M B

Weekly Contest #309

Lieutenant Davic Sphinx, callsign ‘Riddler’, trudged through the sliding door to his sparse ship quarters still wearing his flightsuit. The soft lights of his quarters flicked on as the young starfighter pilot flopped down in the chair at his desk. After removing his helmet, he ran a hand through his short brown hair and sighed. It had been a long day flying escort for the supply convoys. While it was important, escort duty was often tedious: hours dragging on, flying circles around the freighters and watching for signs of Sh’ra raiders or ...

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Meeting in the Dark

M B

Weekly Contest #303

Jaxxor the Jackrabbit screamed as the seemingly solid rock he was standing on suddenly gave out and he found himself hurtling into the darkness. The paladin let out a startled cry before he hit the ground with a thud, right on his rear. “Ooof!” he grunted, his whole body hurt, but he was pleasantly surprised to find the fall was shorter than he expected. He looked up towards the dim light of his companions' torches. “Jax?!” one of them called down, worry in his voice. “I’m alright!” the jackrabbit called up seeing the furry lagomorph faces ...

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Fated meeting

M B

Weekly Contest #302

The large fist whisked past Takeshi’s face as he managed to lean his head back at just the right second. The ronin retaliated with a jab to the ribs of the bearded man, sending him staggering back. All around the tavern was clamoring with cheers and jeers. Takeshi had never been one to back down to a fight, in fact he had always hurled himself headlong into battle like a true samurai. But this time he realized he may have bit off more than he could chew. His katana lay out of reach, it was useless in such close quarters, and there were at le...

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Lone Patrol

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Weekly Contest #300

The expanse of space stretched on to infinity and all that separated Kairi from the endless void was bits of metal and a forcefield in the form of a small shuttle rocket. The blue-skinned woman with the elfin ears in the Star Patrol jumpsuit regarded her reflection in the reflective crystal instrument panel, her red hair primped up. She’d gotten used to that image, but usually in the company of others on a big ship... not alone in a small shuttle on autopilot. A quick glance at the dimly glowing instruments told her she was slowly approach...

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The Tiger's End

M B

Weekly Contest #296

Captain Sphinx had found himself in dangerous environments before: both in the skies above and down on the ground. Once he’d had a dogfight in the middle of a thunderstorm and landed with part of a wing gone, and the cockpit full of water up to his waist. And like many of his least favorite situations, he now found himself outnumbered... and very likely outgunned. He gripped his pistol tightly as he sprinted back to the building on the docks. Mai, the elusive ‘Tiger’ the smuggler queen of Shanghai had to still be there. His cover was blown:...

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