Guru had decided to move away from where Liam and Jinx were sharing a deep conversation. Though he had hoped to be friends with the Orangelo, the Blonde-fur celebrity felt like that was impossible now. It wasn't in anything Jinx said but the few looks Guru caught when Jinx thought he was looking elsewhere said volumes.He hadn't meant to drive a wedge between Hades and Jinx, but something had happened when they had all... well... did what they did. Guru knew it was an orgy by definition but it felt like more."But what do I know?" Guru was turning in circles under hoping to catch a fast nap that definitely wasn’t a sulk. He finally settled and curled up as comfortably as he was going to get. "I saw love in my Spitfire's eyes. All the times we've been together, it felt like he wanted to own my heart and my soul. And I wanted to give him all of that and more. Isn't that bonding?"Glad no one could hear him, Guru buried his face in his paws and succumbed

"What happened?" Ink was talking to the notebook open on his worktable.Tapping the pen against his teeth, he examined the sketch he'd done of the Marking he'd put on the no-fur who called himself Spitfire. The stories from his service were disconcerting. Some no-furs enjoyed the ritual. It was designed to bring pleasure with the inevitable pain. But, if the stories he'd heard from the Hares were true, Spitfire had reveled in it. The Hare who had led the ritual, Nickel, refused to talk to him. But the others were more than happy to gossip about how the no-fur had challenged and insulted Nickel.In another situation, Ink would have loved the gossip and material to harass the stoic Hare. But Nickel hadn't been seen on deck since the ritual. Priest had excused him from his duties for an entire day. How bad had the ritual gone? Because it wasn't just Nickel hiding that had Ink going over his work.Priest had stopped the ritual after the first stage. There was a second stage to it that all

"I thought I told you I..." Lexi was cut off as his breath was stolen from his lungs. His body reacted to Agent's words. He felt the change coming on a bit differently than normal. Almost like the auric magick was similar to Jinx's, but his body was allergic to it. "Stop. Whatever it is you are doing, something's wrong." Lexi tried to reason with Agent as one auric signature summoned another and Jinx's lingering aura joined in the battle with Lexi's own body to fight off Agent's Chaos powers. Ears were trying to shrink and grow back at the same time, arms were re-forming but entirely too short for a tom. And then the bones started breaking and resetting. "Really, please! I don't think it's working right! You can't just tell my body what to be. It is fighting you." The pain was growing so quickly Lexi was seeing white and black spots before his eyes. He felt everything go numb and then some of his parts were bubbling away with the invasive magic like he'd been dipped in acid. The en

There was a certain way Priest screamed his name that made Ink run. Instinct said he should be running in the opposite direction, but practicality made him ignore instinct. Something had gone wrong in the ritual because his name was being called from the room set aside specifically for the draining.Ink generally avoided that room, especially when it was in use. While he understood the necessity of the brutality of the ritual, Ink didn't want anything to do with it. Even making the Markings for Priest to use was more than he would have done in other circumstances. But Priest had appealed to his desire to be challenged and before he knew it, Ink was deep into this whole process. The challenge was good, but he was starting to reconsider sticking around much longer. He'd already stayed longer than he had anywhere else since he left home in his youth.Rounding the final corner, Ink skidded to a stop, all of his thoughts crashing to a halt as he saw Priest carryin

Being paralyzed had made Hades easy prey for his insane ex. It also made him an impossible burden to move from the field to the wagon where Sight lived. He was dragged, rolled, and finally carried the hundred yards or so to the wagon, where he was left leaning against one of the large wheels while Sight scrambled inside to prepare it for him. The entire time, Hades tried to find the weaknesses in the paralyzation spell. It seemed to be crafted specifically to catch hex magick users. Which made Hades worry about Sight's intentions with getting so good at this particular spell. Had it only been a matter of time before he was going to have to deal with this psycho? Before he knew it, Hades was pulled up the short ladder and dropped unceremoniously into an opening in the floor of the wagon. It was dark inside, but that made sense. A blind tom had no reason to light a candle or leave the door open for sunlight. Hades started digging really deep, trying to find the way he could break out o