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Golden - Enamored

Duvi loved many things about being an alchemist. The gathering of ingredients, the long hours of tinkering with different amounts and finally, the payoff- usually an explosion, in his case. There were other kinds of potions he could make, of course. Useful potions, for healing, for strength, for fertility. They were far less exciting, in his opinion, but they were what brought the gold. That led to the one thing he didn’t love about being an alchemist. The customers. Duvi had been looking forward to a quiet evening, until a customer showed up at the entrance to his cave. She barely spoke anything, just a simple grunt that she wanted a potion for heightened senses. He hadn’t seen a kukuri like her before, with golden fur and golden scales- but she did share the long fangs that he had. He wasn’t small, per say- he had a decent amount of height and his large ruffle made him look larger than he was- but he was dwarfed by giant common. She was decidedly not friendly, and Duvi made sure

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The Strongest Dove in Town - FoD Week 2

Duvi was incredibly nervous. He wasn’t a social kukuri to begin with, he had no idea what he was getting himself into. Never keen on the idea of festivals, he hadn’t ever shown up to the Festival of Death before, instead spending it as he would every other day- in his caves, creating potions or gathering ingredients. But here he was, standing amongst crowds and so many stands and voices, chattering and laughing. Duvi glared as someone jostled past him, smoothing his gray silky mane back down. He had to be sure to look his best– the Festival wasn’t why he was so nervous. No, being among others was merely a bother… what truly made him nervous about the upcoming date. He had gathered all of his courage a few days back, and asked the golden dove Malou to the Festival. To his surprise- she hadn’t given a most welcoming greeting to his approach- she had accepted. He didn’t really know where to go from there. He didn’t know the dove so well, although he truly wanted to… there was something

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Dragons Should Be Mighty - Letter Prompt

Mandel stalked through the grass at the edge of the large pasture. His ears were low as he watched the field. It was a quiet night, calm and peaceful, the only movement a cool breeze blowing in from the sea. Nearby, the orange lights in the town built around the coliseum flickered just off the pasture, but his attention was not on that. In his sights were a flock of sheep, huddled together. They seemed nervous, as they would be, if what he read in the letter was true. Now, it was an unusual place for him to be. Normally, he would be sleeping right now. This wasn’t how he had expected his day to go, no. It had started as a slow day at the coliseum. He had been bored out of his mind, to be honest, and the letter was just too tempting. He found it stuck to the wall in the common room, a desperate cry from help from a sheep farmer in town. He had something snatching his sheep, didn’t know what it was, needed help to stop it. It would’ve been a task that Mandel normally would’ve ignored

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Strange Letter - Kukuri

It wasn’t often that the small colony of kukuris got mail. They were secluded in the desert, far from any other civilizations. The only real contact that the loaf had with others was when they would go on supply runs, to get the things that the desert couldn’t provide. The oasis they made their home nearby provided many things; water, shelter, and plenty of desperate plants to forage. And most importantly, safety. The oasis was deep into the desert, about a day’s trip from the closest border where the great sandy plains started to grow bushes and short trees. The price to pay for the safety of seclusion was harsh. So it was even stranger that a letter would be delivered here. Sahale turned the letter over in his gray paws, tired from a day's work. Written in loopy, messy letters was his name, but there was no writing for who it was from. It was delivered by a sharp-faced jackal, who dropped the letter at his feet and bounded off without a sound. Sahale had tried to call out to the