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2024-10-29 19:42:56The whole conversation between the Citizen Guide and Trust lasted for fifteen minutes since Trust had to ask more questions than necessary. Imagine being handed a large packet of documents they’re required to fill in within the following days because the legal system does not rest for the traumatized and impossibly terrorized by almost fictional creatures.
He can’t blame them since it’s not like they have money to cater to everyone, but this was better than being reminded that you’re on your own to deal with all the physical prerequisites in life. They did their best not to leave everyone alone with the eventual choices they can choose to move forward.
When they chose to live in C-city as a base for the start of their new life, the staff willingly gave them a chance. Notwithstanding that obvious brainwashing and misdirection, they do while subtly inquiring about and managing the details of each person’s experience in A-city and the so-call
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Betts continued to lick his eye and the area around it with a bit of angular difficulty, though she didn’t mind the strain it was giving her as she twisted her waist so she could remain on her threes while her one arm and face reached over his. Noticing this would be a folly for Trust, especially feeling her painful constraint but more so for the effort she was putting to soothe his desire. This fact alone becomes a detriment to his control coming together in a desire to quell her concern at least to a minimum.Pushing her twisting body back by extending his face forward for her to smother further with her tongue and lips, he made a pass of his girth-angry dick over her open gaping vagina. He filled her in one sweep of his hips, then gathered all his mental chains into one side and let his animalistic side win as he rammed her hard.Shaking her whole body, almost letting her head hit on the armrest she clung to, her moan came out as a shout as her body shuddered
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“About the time I see you, Betts,” said Lena, her voice a bit hoarse with an evident lack of sharpness. Her demeanor showed she was simply calm, and somewhat sedated, according to Trust’s instinct. “Come on, let me get you a lecturing for leaving me here without even letting someone care for me full time, these nurses don’t know how to care for this old woman.” She was sitting up leaning back at the inclined part of the bed with a layer of pillows under her back.The two approached her, Betts leaning in for a hug and Trust afterward. Betts set the items in the cupboard, the one above the table located near the foot of the bed. On top of the table were a few boxes of toiletries, one unused and the other opened for use. Trust looked at the medical chart at the foot of the bed. He listened, shifting to Lena as she spoke about the hospital’s subpar good to bad nurses and services. Adding to the food complaint was the lack of entertainment one where the tablet was difficult to use even if
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“This is the kind of welcome my child self would be happy to receive,” Trust said as he eyed the crows, all perched on top of the railing and any surface they could stay on. The snobbish one, as he calls it, sat on his shoulder, prompting him to scratch its chin.The siblings he asked for help during their trip outside of the rural in A-city, sat together with their sharp beaks pointed at him. The other two looked frazzled and old, perhaps the old pair in the group of five. He can only guess how far they flew for the rest of them to chase him and Betts here in C-city, but he was thankful for their perseverance even though he can influence the same kind of birds in this city, they still stuck to him like loyal familiars.“Listen carefully,” he said to them as calmly as possible. Projecting his thoughts to the crow’s minds about the map of the city and all the “Dimension Pocket dots” location in the northern and northwestern part
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Hi, there Nate here :) I've enjoyed writing this story so far, but things have been complicated and I won't be able to write it anymore. There are some moments that I wish I could have fixed in the long run but it's gotten too much to hold in just one hand. After this chapter will be a short Epilog for a short mention of each relevant characters final activities before the future becomest truly a mystery. This story ran its course, pretty long if you ask me, and the development of some characters are slow but steady. There will be a new title coming after this for the coming month, it's tentative title is "Ocular to the Dying Sun." A saga of the Prime Magician and the realm of Slitark according to before their brightest star continues to deteriorate. Have fun reading, please do leave comments~
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Chapter 37 (part 4)
Small-stature wobbled from their place in shock and confusion. They could hear voices, words they thought would not be possible to understand even if they have a sprinkle of memories of being able to say such things, such words. Vocabulary had almost slipped their still able memory of what they seem to perceive as their selves before this blind-like body.Their comrade underlings did not comprehend the creature in front of Small-stature, making them react in a scared way, almost darting to scurry in escape. Managing to hail them back into the premise of Small-stature’s vicinity was easy, what with One-arm herding them back to where they are.“My, forgive me. It seems like you are a newborn to this body.” Soft-spoken, as Small-stature calls them, listened to them say. “Let me soothe your worries, we are not here to relish harm upon our fellow. Rather, guide them.”Hearing and understanding what Soft-spoken said took about a few seconds of Small-stature’s comprehension, but their underl
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Chapter 37 (part 3)
Two presences from the premise disappeared when the small-statured creature sensed the sensation of an optimal sound and light came from underneath the ground. There was a pause as they waited for the arrival of this, oh so, comforting resonance.Anticipation. Tension. Pause.There was a definite halt in their senses when another sensation overpowered their most awaited event, that was just been triggered moments ago. Because of this, they knew that there was something wrong. Something that would bring them great demise and abandonment, even if they know they could survive without this “thing.”Grasping this “thing” was an answered prayer they knew would be something that could help develop their comrades and these sweet-scented underlings of theirs. Telling them that they would grow and develop into better creatures that could well benefit each other. Without words, just sounds and resonance, deeds.Still, they could not help but waver in tenacity when they felt the loss of this “thi
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Chapter 37 (part 2)
Waking up in another body is hellish beyond comparison. Imagine opening your eyes to blindness you didn't know existed, with the light coming from nowhere and everywhere. You don't see with your eyes, but you feel the world ten times stronger with nothing but your body who is sensitive to every kind of noise. Magic would have been more believable than realizing that your blindness is not caused by pain of any internal kind, but by your eyes absorbed inside your skull, sunken deep. Protected by a layer of skin thin but tough, while a substance within shakes and serves to stay it in place. Something moved within their skull, surreal but they could feel it moving with every shake and stir as if a jar of pickles with one pickle inside swimming in its vat of juice. Why am I comparing pickle to my situation? Calming themselves was easy, they “breathed” slow and steady, through a nose they could not feel or sense its presence on their face, but they know its there. Wildly adjusting their t
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Chapter 36 (part 7)
“Stand… down,” Akyl said slowly to the escorts. Her eyes watched the one arm that clung to the tail.She could tell that the tail, or the identity that controlled it, is strong today. There must be a correlation between their method of physical examination and their tail’s response to their body. Rather, she could sense that Horaz is just realizing that there was more to the process happening in his Primer body and just noticing it now.The other escorts, with guns that bore metal ammunition, followed through but the tranquilizer bearer did not ease his aim. The escort shook his head in rejection of her request and Akyl had to acknowledge this.Purce stood still, feeling her tension, more from fear, stiffen her body. The only part that could move was her eyes and she watched in anticipation if the doctor would do something first, or the Primer’s tail.Because, by now, she could see that the Primer is not just fighting the tail but struggling to keep its hold. The twitching stopped for
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Chapter 36 (part 6)
The confines of Horaz’s room remained cold with the sprinkle of “nature’s touch,” meaning the occasional soil and other debris that could serve as “entertainment options.” Noticing the Primer consciousness be a creature of boredom was one the laboratory did not expect, and so did Horaz.Discovering this was not hard to conclude when the Primer tends to play and hunt the staff and escort that enters its domain whenever they feed or try to clean his “room.” At most, if they didn’t leave any kind of living creature to distract the Primer during its stay in the laboratory, the likeliness of it trying to destroy their place seemed likelier.Reina remembered the kind of creature the first Primer was, despite staying for only a few days in their presence. This alpha Primer did things in calculated actions as if, the creature itself wanted things to go their way so it could pretend to give them what they want.She concluded this according to how the staff then felt its actions were much devis
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Chapter 36 (part 5)
Purce had to double take, knowing that the answer used, one thump of any body part meant “no.” Hastily, she signaled to Elbi that Horaz – the human consciousness, did not agree to the next procedure.Because of this, Moss suddenly wondered why the electrical current request they were aiming to control, and monitor stopped. She saw from her peripheral that Dr. Akyl left her post, the other touchscreen panel, and approached Elbi and Purce.Elbi was adjusting the program, already on its way to booting up enough electrical charges in the ideal percent, but an abrupt stop in this charging requires a reset for the application and machine. Because if it did not stop and proceed to use for its intended purpose, it would go haywire or overflow.The very machine of the gurney can only hold enough electrical charge, the extra energy that flows through the needles are nodes that cannot let one charge in it stay still. It must go through and ride the sails and winds or else it will burn. This is n
