Nov 27, 2023
Finally. FINALLY posted a new chapter, guys.
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Finally. FINALLY posted a new chapter, guys.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Vulmon deserves peace and a beard one day.
Hey ya freaky readers! Chapter 19 is up!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Welp. There's pmuch another Boning Scene to do and the current chapter will be done. I'm gonna start editing today, however...
I've got some stress about a work event, coordinating my vacation with a friend visiting (a whole three days I'll be spending off :/) and misc stresses like getting my washer and dryer repaired. So I'm not EXACTLY in the MOOD to write about naked people of any kind right this second.
So, the plan IS: Edit everything I've got, write The Boning next week, edit The Boning, and post the chapter titled Song roughly 10 - 15 days from now.
This post may also serve as a notification to readers that this chapter marks a shift in the energy of the narrative. We are headed into the final third of the first installment of the series which means we're gearing up for the showdown with the Big Bad. Pray to Vulkrid for Vulmon and Dewy.
1,249 words for chapter 19, currently. I have not written yet today, but I've attached something written ahead of time in April. Below is an excerpt. There's some spring festivities going on in the village they're passing through. It's gonna get...
...Saucy.
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The air in the tavern was broiling, thick with the warmth and scent of bodies atop the unseasonable heat of the day. Vulmon just wanted a pint to cool his guts and anything served at room temperature for his charge to eat.
Vulmon couldn't let Sanene out of his sight for a moment. Bring the pretty little thing she was, she'd received plenty of flattering looks and curious smiles. If someone so much as touched the back of her hand flirtatiously, they'd be knocked flat by the shock of all that is her. Sanene would live under his left arm throughout their stay and she was quite content there.
Everywhere they looked, lovers, many of them new. No home or street was quiet. Music was played everywhere, both the kind which carried a tune and the kind that comes only from very happy couples. Sanene had never seen any holiday like this, and was disconcerted by the noise and movement of dancers. Vulmon hadn't ever seen festivities like this either, but he'd heard rumors about villages in the west throwing bashes for the return of spring.
The warrior and the silent lady were only here to ask for news about the area, find out if the Dominion had established any presence in the region, and to stock up on supplies. Seemed that every maker or merchant in town was too preoccupied for their business at that particular moment, save for the mead slinging staff at the tavern.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
New chapter, y'all. I promise, the upcoming chapter 18 will get saucy.
I've officially begun writing sloppy romantic shit so, y'all have some delicious treats to look forward to in chapter 16.