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  1. CW: Photo SFW

    #𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕗
    #𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕒
    #𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕗𝕤ℙ𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤

    #ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎-𝕖𝕣𝕤,
    𝔹𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕕 𝕠𝕗
    𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕒
    #𝕋𝕠𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪
    𝕜𝕖𝕡𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕
    𝕠𝕟
    #ℍ𝕦𝕘𝕖 #𝕋𝕒𝕤𝕜
    𝔸𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘
    #ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕪
    ℕ𝕖𝕒𝕣-𝟙+𝟙/𝟚-𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤
    𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟝_𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟞
    𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖 #ℙ𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕤
    𝕥𝕠
    𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 #ℕ𝕖𝕨 #𝕄𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕤
    + 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 #ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎𝕤
    𝕒𝕟𝕕
    𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘
    #𝔸𝕝𝕝
    𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠
    #𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕪 #ℂ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣
    𝟙𝟟 #𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 #𝕊𝕖𝕥𝕤
    ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕣 𝔼𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣:
    𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕟𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣
    𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 #ℙ𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟜
    #𝔻𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕪 #𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕊𝕖𝕥𝕤
    𝟞𝟘-𝟙𝟘𝟘 #ℙ𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕠𝕤 𝔼𝕒𝕔𝕙
    𝕕𝕚𝕕 ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕥
    𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘
    #𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕤
    #ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖
    𝕗𝕠𝕣 ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎𝕤
    ℝ𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣
    ℙ𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕤
    𝕥𝕠
    ℕ𝕖𝕨 𝕄𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕤
    + 𝕆𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤
    𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖
    𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔸𝕣𝕖
    𝕒𝕤
    𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕤

    #ℙ𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕠 #𝔽𝕦𝕟 𝟚𝟝

  2. CW: Photo SFW

    #𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕗
    #𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕒
    #𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕗𝕤ℙ𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤

    #ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎-𝕖𝕣𝕤,
    𝔹𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕕 𝕠𝕗
    𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕒
    #𝕋𝕠𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪
    𝕜𝕖𝕡𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕
    𝕠𝕟
    #ℍ𝕦𝕘𝕖 #𝕋𝕒𝕤𝕜
    𝔸𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘
    #ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕪
    ℕ𝕖𝕒𝕣-𝟙+𝟙/𝟚-𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤
    𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟝_𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟞
    𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖 #ℙ𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕤
    𝕥𝕠
    𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 #ℕ𝕖𝕨 #𝕄𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕤
    + 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 #ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎𝕤
    𝕒𝕟𝕕
    𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘
    #𝔸𝕝𝕝
    𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠
    #𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕪 #ℂ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣
    𝟙𝟟 #𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 #𝕊𝕖𝕥𝕤
    ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕣 𝔼𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣:
    𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕟𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣
    𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 #ℙ𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟜
    #𝔻𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕪 #𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕊𝕖𝕥𝕤
    𝟞𝟘-𝟙𝟘𝟘 #ℙ𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕠𝕤 𝔼𝕒𝕔𝕙
    𝕕𝕚𝕕 ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕥
    𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘
    #𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕤
    #ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖
    𝕗𝕠𝕣 ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎𝕤
    ℝ𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣
    ℙ𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕤
    𝕥𝕠
    ℕ𝕖𝕨 𝕄𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕤
    + 𝕆𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤
    𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖
    𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔸𝕣𝕖
    𝕒𝕤
    𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕤

    #ℙ𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕠 #𝔽𝕦𝕟 𝟚𝟝

  3. Mating of the Deer and Fox (Part 1: Fawn)

    #Wss366

    The Inacar woman looked across the clearing and shrank back. The man she’d just spotted examined her curiously. He was tall with broad shoulders. Fox tails dangled from his red hair, and a vulpine face adorned his bare, brawny chest.

    “Lost?” he asked in a Shaw accent.

    She nodded and looked back the way she’d come. The branches hung over the animal track in a tangled mass. Fleeing would be #totally impossible.

    Her eyes returned to the Shaw. He was kneeling now, looking at her with a narrow, calculating gaze, as if she were a frightened titmouse or fawn. She shivered, remembering the stories about how the Shaw treated captured women.

    “You don’t need to be frightened,” he said. “I won’t hurt you.” His tone held no trace of guile, but could she trust that?

    “You’re a Shaw.” Her voice was a whisper, barely loud enough to reach him.

    “I’m an in-between, no longer a Shaw.”

    “Oathless,” she said. Fear still trembled in her voice.

    “That’s what your people call me. Those that were mine have no name for me, for I no longer exist.”

    He slowly reached behind him and pulled a pack from where it had been hidden in the ferns.

    “If you’re cold, I can make a fire,” he said. “I also have food. Perhaps we can share.” He looked at the basket she held.

    She took a hesitant, fawn-like step forward. “I was picking mushrooms and got lost.”

    He nodded but said nothing.

    She took another step forward when a loud crash came from the bushes. She froze, staring.

    “It’s just a deer I was hunting. Perhaps one of your kin?” His laugh was a pleasant rumble in his chest. She liked the sound and stepped closer.

    In response, he took off his cloak and laid it on the ground. “Sit while I gather wood.”

    To be Continued

    Note 1: #FanFiction for a yet-to-be-published book, “Soul Fire” by Jesse Sprague.
    Note 2: #Kickstarter “Soul Fire” by Jesse Sprague.

    #TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #Fantasy #NMFic #NMV366

  4. Mating of the Deer and Fox (Part 1: Fawn)

    #Wss366

    The Inacar woman looked across the clearing and shrank back. The man she’d just spotted examined her curiously. He was tall with broad shoulders. Fox tails dangled from his red hair, and a vulpine face adorned his bare, brawny chest.

    “Lost?” he asked in a Shaw accent.

    She nodded and looked back the way she’d come. The branches hung over the animal track in a tangled mass. Fleeing would be #totally impossible.

    Her eyes returned to the Shaw. He was kneeling now, looking at her with a narrow, calculating gaze, as if she were a frightened titmouse or fawn. She shivered, remembering the stories about how the Shaw treated captured women.

    “You don’t need to be frightened,” he said. “I won’t hurt you.” His tone held no trace of guile, but could she trust that?

    “You’re a Shaw.” Her voice was a whisper, barely loud enough to reach him.

    “I’m an in-between, no longer a Shaw.”

    “Oathless,” she said. Fear still trembled in her voice.

    “That’s what your people call me. Those that were mine have no name for me, for I no longer exist.”

    He slowly reached behind him and pulled a pack from where it had been hidden in the ferns.

    “If you’re cold, I can make a fire,” he said. “I also have food. Perhaps we can share.” He looked at the basket she held.

    She took a hesitant, fawn-like step forward. “I was picking mushrooms and got lost.”

    He nodded but said nothing.

    She took another step forward when a loud crash came from the bushes. She froze, staring.

    “It’s just a deer I was hunting. Perhaps one of your kin?” His laugh was a pleasant rumble in his chest. She liked the sound and stepped closer.

    In response, he took off his cloak and laid it on the ground. “Sit while I gather wood.”

    To be Continued

    Note 1: #FanFiction for a yet-to-be-published book, “Soul Fire” by Jesse Sprague.
    Note 2: #Kickstarter “Soul Fire” by Jesse Sprague.

    #TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #Fantasy #NMFic #NMV366

  5. Mating of the Deer and Fox (Part 1: Fawn)

    #Wss366

    The Inacar woman looked across the clearing and shrank back. The man she’d just spotted examined her curiously. He was tall with broad shoulders. Fox tails dangled from his red hair, and a vulpine face adorned his bare, brawny chest.

    “Lost?” he asked in a Shaw accent.

    She nodded and looked back the way she’d come. The branches hung over the animal track in a tangled mass. Fleeing would be #totally impossible.

    Her eyes returned to the Shaw. He was kneeling now, looking at her with a narrow, calculating gaze, as if she were a frightened titmouse or fawn. She shivered, remembering the stories about how the Shaw treated captured women.

    “You don’t need to be frightened,” he said. “I won’t hurt you.” His tone held no trace of guile, but could she trust that?

    “You’re a Shaw.” Her voice was a whisper, barely loud enough to reach him.

    “I’m an in-between, no longer a Shaw.”

    “Oathless,” she said. Fear still trembled in her voice.

    “That’s what your people call me. Those that were mine have no name for me, for I no longer exist.”

    He slowly reached behind him and pulled a pack from where it had been hidden in the ferns.

    “If you’re cold, I can make a fire,” he said. “I also have food. Perhaps we can share.” He looked at the basket she held.

    She took a hesitant, fawn-like step forward. “I was picking mushrooms and got lost.”

    He nodded but said nothing.

    She took another step forward when a loud crash came from the bushes. She froze, staring.

    “It’s just a deer I was hunting. Perhaps one of your kin?” His laugh was a pleasant rumble in his chest. She liked the sound and stepped closer.

    In response, he took off his cloak and laid it on the ground. “Sit while I gather wood.”

    To be Continued

    Note 1: #FanFiction for a yet-to-be-published book, “Soul Fire” by Jesse Sprague.
    Note 2: #Kickstarter “Soul Fire” by Jesse Sprague.

    #TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #Fantasy #NMFic #NMV366

  6. Mating of the Deer and Fox (Part 1: Fawn)

    #Wss366

    The Inacar woman looked across the clearing and shrank back. The man she’d just spotted examined her curiously. He was tall with broad shoulders. Fox tails dangled from his red hair, and a vulpine face adorned his bare, brawny chest.

    “Lost?” he asked in a Shaw accent.

    She nodded and looked back the way she’d come. The branches hung over the animal track in a tangled mass. Fleeing would be #totally impossible.

    Her eyes returned to the Shaw. He was kneeling now, looking at her with a narrow, calculating gaze, as if she were a frightened titmouse or fawn. She shivered, remembering the stories about how the Shaw treated captured women.

    “You don’t need to be frightened,” he said. “I won’t hurt you.” His tone held no trace of guile, but could she trust that?

    “You’re a Shaw.” Her voice was a whisper, barely loud enough to reach him.

    “I’m an in-between, no longer a Shaw.”

    “Oathless,” she said. Fear still trembled in her voice.

    “That’s what your people call me. Those that were mine have no name for me, for I no longer exist.”

    He slowly reached behind him and pulled a pack from where it had been hidden in the ferns.

    “If you’re cold, I can make a fire,” he said. “I also have food. Perhaps we can share.” He looked at the basket she held.

    She took a hesitant, fawn-like step forward. “I was picking mushrooms and got lost.”

    He nodded but said nothing.

    She took another step forward when a loud crash came from the bushes. She froze, staring.

    “It’s just a deer I was hunting. Perhaps one of your kin?” His laugh was a pleasant rumble in his chest. She liked the sound and stepped closer.

    In response, he took off his cloak and laid it on the ground. “Sit while I gather wood.”

    To be Continued

    Note 1: #FanFiction for a yet-to-be-published book, “Soul Fire” by Jesse Sprague.
    Note 2: #Kickstarter “Soul Fire” by Jesse Sprague.

    #TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #Fantasy #NMFic #NMV366

  7. Mating of the Deer and Fox (Part 1: Fawn)

    #Wss366

    The Inacar woman looked across the clearing and shrank back. The man she’d just spotted examined her curiously. He was tall with broad shoulders. Fox tails dangled from his red hair, and a vulpine face adorned his bare, brawny chest.

    “Lost?” he asked in a Shaw accent.

    She nodded and looked back the way she’d come. The branches hung over the animal track in a tangled mass. Fleeing would be #totally impossible.

    Her eyes returned to the Shaw. He was kneeling now, looking at her with a narrow, calculating gaze, as if she were a frightened titmouse or fawn. She shivered, remembering the stories about how the Shaw treated captured women.

    “You don’t need to be frightened,” he said. “I won’t hurt you.” His tone held no trace of guile, but could she trust that?

    “You’re a Shaw.” Her voice was a whisper, barely loud enough to reach him.

    “I’m an in-between, no longer a Shaw.”

    “Oathless,” she said. Fear still trembled in her voice.

    “That’s what your people call me. Those that were mine have no name for me, for I no longer exist.”

    He slowly reached behind him and pulled a pack from where it had been hidden in the ferns.

    “If you’re cold, I can make a fire,” he said. “I also have food. Perhaps we can share.” He looked at the basket she held.

    She took a hesitant, fawn-like step forward. “I was picking mushrooms and got lost.”

    He nodded but said nothing.

    She took another step forward when a loud crash came from the bushes. She froze, staring.

    “It’s just a deer I was hunting. Perhaps one of your kin?” His laugh was a pleasant rumble in his chest. She liked the sound and stepped closer.

    In response, he took off his cloak and laid it on the ground. “Sit while I gather wood.”

    To be Continued

    Note 1: #FanFiction for a yet-to-be-published book, “Soul Fire” by Jesse Sprague.
    Note 2: #Kickstarter “Soul Fire” by Jesse Sprague.

    #TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #Fantasy #NMFic #NMV366