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Var'Nahl Prime was partially terraformed before the fall of the Thousand Year Empire. By the time that the Emergency Coalition had formed, and reached the borders of the solar system, the distress calls were long repeating the messages of the dead ...

The man's weight wasn't a joke. As he laid atop Najira, the smaller Kharguin was squeezed from all sides. He wiggled, he squirmed, he even made little noises if there was too much weight pressed down on something fragile. But after a time? He found his safe place.

Jon's scent filled his nose. His ...

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Najira lets himself be pulled down into the bed. He makes little noises, almost like a pup, as he nuzzles in closer to Jon. Joined on the bed, Najira enjoys the closeness, and simply sinks in against the larger male. A ...

"The Human sample came from a Dreamer." Not 'mother', 'father', or 'parent'. A distant kind of title, almost indifferent.

A cryogenic oracle. Pod-bound and non-verbal. Communicating through neural interfaces and command lines. Venerated by Human society. Some of them are old enough to remember the ...

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Blessed be the weak, would claim an Odsaar. If Najira were in Kharguid territories, his maintenance would be seen as an act of piety. But in these places? Where the shadows grow long, and desperation carves a white-hot ...

Najira looked into Jon's eyes. He lacked any kind of predatory glint in the low-light, it seemed as though he could not see in the dark like his kin. There was an almost Human-like clumsiness to the gaze's movement. His pupils didn't look particularly shot, though. His lips formed into a soft smile ...

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At the end of everything, night did still exist in furtive forms. A synthetic sky hangs from overhead. Something mimicking an atmosphere, with surprisingly low light pollution. A stark nebula spread out between the stars ...

As Jon helped Najira up to his feet, the smaller Kharguin wobbled. His height and build were more human than baseline stock. Either he was part of a family of splicers, or one himself. In an age where the question of biology had been solved, however, this is not surprising. There are far more ...

Jon's chest felt like a cushion. There was no shortage of warmth in the Red Sun, and even in Najira's own body, but Jon's heat felt different. Nicer. Najira's fur was well-kept. His clothes soft. He smelled of sweet incense. No doubt the result of daily purification rites and rituals. It marked him ...

Najira's smile remained on his lips. He was blissfully unaware of his surroundings; though, he could also simple be calm to them. The dance-floor mixes with poly-hued blood, long before the status quo is reinforced by the bouncers. For what felt like a long while, Najira's eyes fixed to Jon's ...