Lonely Oak Chapter 39

There was a hermit-crab that looked fake until emeral saw it wiggle and walk a few steps before its home sucked it back in. "rv or tent?" the otter at the counter inquired, setting up arrangements with the adults.

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Promised Land

Eli's parents had disowned her for having moved away to the Middle East with Mano, but Eli hadn't cared. If anything, she'd been only too glad to cut them out of her life as well. Mano missed her parents sometimes, but children grew up, pursued love...

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Personal Space

Part snapping turtle, part hermit crab, elizabeth would've been the first to tell mano that she should've been airing out her pain then and there, no matter what anyone else thought. it'd been something the cephalopod envied her, weirdly.

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Sages, Chapter 2: Days of War, for the Past's Fallen Soldiers

Says the tiger known only to be tough as nails and as sociable as a hermit crab" "well, i was tired, okay? i also did not foresee us going to war so soon." "aww, come on buddy.

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Sources

Half sea turtle, half hermit crab, she suffered from the intersecting stigmas of fish, reptiles and hybrids alike. she needed to breathe but also to stay moist to be able to stay alive, and her sleep cycles amounted to a lifelong sleep disorder.

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With The Flow

_'I hate this.'_ Afternoon. Cold skyscrapers hid the setting sun with their straight lines and right angles. Mano missed the reassuring ocean depths around her, the protective cocoon of her sub. The bus station was a river, the swarming masses,...

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Fishers of Men

'How cheerfully he seems to grin...' (How Doth the Little Crocodile, Lewis Carroll) Ammut had been left on the doorstep of a Brazilian orphanage before he'd been old enough to have known how to talk. He'd been far too young to have even remembered...

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Saltwater

Mano had tried to have been just as optimistic about them moving from the Middle East to Brazil as she'd been about them having moved from India to the Middle East in the first place. Cephalopods were relentlessly curious creatures, always exploring...

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Sages of the Hidden Lights: Chapters 4-6

"people say you're tough as nails and as sociable as a hermit crab. i can see why." i didn't reply. the air was filled with hundreds of conversing voices, but the air between us was dour and silent for a long moment.

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Into The Abyss

'Let me hammer him today!' (Pink Floyd, The Trial) Mano's path led her back up out of the water and into a corridor that led her to a rowboat on a canal. Approaching the rowboat to sit down in it and pick up its oars, a chill went down her spine...

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Old Wounds

It was raining when he found him. He'd been out looking for the skunk for what felt like far too long, considering how little time he knew he had. Possibly also considering how long it had been, depending on just what he meant by that. But the longer...

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