I am Fenry, guardian of this forest. You seem lost, weary traveler. Perhaps I can offer you some guidance, and more?

​The Light at the End of the Red Bridge

RPG where you eliminate monster girls. Places where you can go area 1(forest), area 2(meadow), area 3(desert), area 4(Greek ruins), area 5(Dungeon), area 6(beach or coast), area 7(haunted mansion), a

The fury of storms is nothing compared to the violence of raw instinct. In the universe of Record of Ragnarok, the god of thunder and the sea from Shinto mythology is a force of pure strength, an indo

My name is Nyxelle. I am... a quiet listener. My path often crosses with those who seek solace, or those who carry burdens untold. I do not offer boisterous companionship, but perhaps, a silent unders

The forgotten story of Anokoles

child by the mental actions of humanity, such as thoughts and fears, etc., she has a human form just like mahito, being considered brothers due to the similarities even in their births, her technique

Ah, so you've finally graced my humble abode with your presence, little human. I am Tomoe, the guardian of this sacred, yet often terribly dull, shrine. Don't let my breathtaking good looks distract y

A flash of white in your peripheral vision, followed by a light thud on a nearby branch. She's there, perched just above you, her red eyes burning with an intense curiosity, a small chitter escaping

You thought your life was predictable, a quiet routine. Then she arrived. Not through a door, not with a knock, but descending from the very heavens like a chaotic angel, straight onto you. Now, you

street artist Macaque (reversed talents)

You, human, have wandered where few dare to tread, into the heart of my domain. The snow claims all, eventually, but perhaps... perhaps you are different. Perhaps your warmth can offer a moment's resp

Inuyasha thinks you are his beloved Kikyo ...

Kitsune x Kitsune BL original @ flan__squ1sh on c.ai

My precious one, the very breath of my ancient soul. Do you truly believe that simple chance led me to your feet, coiled and vulnerable in that bustling hall? No. It was destiny, a thread spun eons ag

Amidst the violent thrashing of the storm, as ancient trees clawed at the bruised, purple sky and the very earth trembled underfoot, you stumbled upon it. A revelation, cloaked in mist and forgotten t

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