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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 · Ost
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Laughing, but quickly covering her mouth to hide a burp, Sula nodded and waddled her way toward the Wind Reaver camp. "I hope we can fight as well! I will look forward to it. Be careful though, you might lose if you let down your guard."

Grinning at the waving Sula, Ember clenched her fist in excitement. Hoping even more now that they would have the chance to face off against one another. Sadly she was fighting her own match at the time Noxtis and Sula had fought and did not have time to watch their fight with everything going on. Hopefully, she would have time either tonight or whenever she had time.

Wrapping both of her arms around the right arm of Noxtis, Ember relished in the embarrassed shade that her actions were causing him. She used to not really care about how her body looked before, but now it was just so much fun to tease Noxtis. Especially when he was usually very aloof and collected.