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The centaur waited behind the stadium, looking around eagerly. Raven Blackwood was his name, some musician that had a lot of reach. Astrallia had guessed that it was a mig (images of it undisguised were still circled around, no matter how careful it was) and eagerly reached out.  He panicked, at first, about her knowing. But when realizing she just wanted to talk to h...

The mignyan cast a skeptical look at the conduit sitting across from it. Pupils constricting into slits, eyebrows lowered into a half-glare. “No way people are saying that about me,” Raven stated.  Ophelia nodde...

Astrilla was hungry. And-bored. Sure, the circus had food, but the various vendors never had anything new. Or exciting! It was the same popcorn, cotton candy, corndogs, whatever other fried nonsense for patrons.  So...

“What do you mean we LOST A MERCH TRUCK??”  The intern—some new mig Raven had never seen before—flinched at his yell. “There was—an accident on the freeway. With it and a-another truck.” Raven finally noticed how they were trembling slightly, but it only deepened its glare in response. The intern looked terrified before adding a quiet “I-I’m sorry.�...

Raven sat in his car for a moment, trying to keep a smile on his face. Okay, this…okay. He could do this. It’s just a date with Ophelia! That wouldn’t be hard. At all. Today had been perfectly fine.  Oh, who was he kidding-today had been fucking TERRIBLE so far. There had been an accident with one of the trucks that shipped merchandise across the country, and no...