“Cha!” Alice cried.“Alice!”The green Alcremie squirmed against the Machop’s wooden tongs, but was held fast as she was lifted towards the pink Deerling. “Your appetizer,” the Macop said, his masked face lowered The Deerling cocked her head, and opened her mouth. Cha was placed on her little pink tongue.And then the Alcremie vanished unceremoniously from sight.The Deerling was not much bigger than the Alcremie, when all was said and done. The deer mon&rsq

In the Faewoods, all life is sacred. Under the antlers of the Legendary Xerneas and his Royal Family, pokemon live in peace, in harmony with bountiful nature, without fear of predation. In this part of Majū, it is forbidden for one mon to eat another. Of course there will always be those who seek this blessing without bearing the costs…~~~~~~~~Today, Alcremie decided her name would be Alice.It had been a month since she moved from the Milcery nursery to her new home. But she continued to live

Baldur’s Gate. Elfsong Tavern. Top floor room. You kick open the door and march across, carrying an absolute armload of scrolls.


You stop in front of your sweet vampire boyfriend and say,


“Guess what I found!”


He glances up from his book. “Hm?” His eyes flick over your scroll haul. “Did you finally decide to empty your pack?”

Among the trees of a forest far from Baulder’s Gate, you approach your bosom companion, the vampire spawn Astarion. He seems on edge, yet flashes you a confident grin at your approach.“Tav,” Astarion says. “I have a request. It’s a stupid request. I’ll have you know.”“Okay.”“I want to eat one of our party members.”“Like, suck their blood?”“Mm, gods yes. But also no, not this time. ”“So are we partaking in some good old fashioned cannibalism?”“A certain flavor

You awaken, once more, to a primal lust. The urge to drink fresh blood rises within you.This urge has been with you for two hundred long years. Never sated, but always served. One rat a night, like a slice of stale bread. Enough to keep you going. Never satisfying.The boar you drank from last night was a new experience. The fur thicker, the flesh tough. But the blood… it was like stale bread with a bit of butter. Fundamentally not too different from the rats. Hunger served. Unsatisfying.You re

The sheets you rest on are a soft white cotton, smelling faintly of an unfamiliar, earthy sweat. Pillows plump with feathers, soft and inviting but with occasional poking stalks. The wide bank of windows are open behind you, gauzy curtains rippling in the warm, sea-scented breeze. The clattering of wooden wheels on cobblestone is distant, punctuated by buzzing motors. Sunlight streams overhead, catching the light of drifting dust, the glimmer of a lived space. You're warm. Comfortable. Naked. Yo