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Cultivator in the Beastworld

~No NTR/Yuri/Excessive Gore~ You've seen tons of stories about humans going to other fantasy worlds to journey through hardships and tribulations. Using whatever system, skills, tools, or whatever else to achieve greatness or infamy. There are even piles of stories of angels, demons (succubi), goblins, skeletons, and even a necromancer or two. But have you ever heard of the Beastworld? A world entirely filled with beastkin of all different shapes, sizes, and genus from the most common ratkin to fantastical ones like the Moontide Phoenixkin. Beastkin aren't the only inhabitants of this world, however. Ferocious and deadly Savage Beasts do not have the more humanoid body or intelligence that the beastkin have. But instead are terribly strong of body and still control an immense amount of the savage lands. Journey alongside a young beastkin who from the moment of his imminent death, journeys this world as one of the few, if not the only weapon cultivator in the beastworld.

Puresol · Eastern
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Training Montage - Deadly Shadow (2)

*Achoo!*

Flint looked over curiously at his student as he was gutting and descaling the carcass of a Savage Rockscale Salmon. "You okay Noxtis? You've been sneezing a lot these days. Be careful with the spices."

Rubbing his nose and making sure to wash his hands before getting back to cooking, Noxtis nodded. "I'm not sure either. Must just not be used to cooking in this windy area, might be catching some of the spices in the air. I'll take care to grind them in the tent."

Tossing the prepared Rockscale Salmon towards Noxtis, Flint wiped his hands against his leather pants. "Okay, whatever you think would be best then. Just some dragonfire anima and it would be done by now... but it is quite tasty. Maybe that whelp Velnarra isn't all wrong.

Anyway, having done some light training thus far, I am curious Noxtis."