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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.

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The Future Yet Written

Walking inside, a slender and scaly seakin wearing what seemed to be tight-fitting rubbery clothing kneeled before her tribe leader. Keeping her head down the entire time, a slightly rough but feminine voice spoke in a very reverent tone.

"My team and I have returned from the Savage Depths as you have requested, Blood Mistress."

Replying in a wonderous but icy voice, the kneeling seakin resisted the urge to catch sight of the incredibly alluring voice.

"And what of the surrounding tribes? What did you discover?"

Sitting on the comfortable padded throne that her loving subjects had crafted for her, without her even asking for it, the Silvia on display had none of her boisterous or lazy demeanor from before. For as much as she was painted to be a battle-crazed and lackadaisical Tribe Leader, that was just when she did not have any important responsibilities or serious battles.