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“Wow, that is the only word I can use for this!” | 📕 Cyran cranked the windlass on the mounted crossbow atop the watchtower, bracing himself and heaving against its tension until the rope clicked into place. The intermittent whoosh of dragon wings beating the air sounded close by as he loaded a dragonbolt into the crossbow. But before he could return to the trigger, a dragon rose over the merlons, and its talons thumped on stone as it landed in front of him. Cyran lurched, and his hands shook as he lunged for the trigger handle. But this dragon’s scales were deep green. “Squire,” Sir Ilion—the guard riding the dragon—said as he studied the dead bodies of the archers. “Are you adept at the turret bow?” Cyran glanced at the turret beneath the dragon, which hung to the dragon’s knees and was not in danger of being crushed during a typical landing. A man hung limp there, held in place by the harness at his waist and straps around his boots. A dragonbolt must have torn completely through his abdomen, given the gaping hole there. “It is a terrible loss, but thank the Paladin the bolt did not hit its intended target—our dragon,” Ilion said. “We still have a chance to defend the outpost. Move quickly, squire. Nevergrace is under attack!” Cyran sprinted for the turret. “I am adept at the hand crossbow, but I have yet to fly.” Ilion groaned and glanced around while the archer on the quarterdeck shouted, “We do not have time to be choosy. And we need another archer. I cannot hope to shoot down all these dragons myself.” The mage behind Ilion whispered something as well. “Mount up, quickly,” Ilion said, and Cyran climbed into the turret. He worked at the buckles and straps binding the dead man’s boots as his hands shook. “Hurry, squire. There are five dragons attacking our outpost. We must shoot them down, or Nevergrace will fall.” Cyran jerked at a strap, and the harness around the dead archer’s waist came free. The body toppled over, striking one of the three poles making up the frame and suspended basket of the turret before bouncing off and falling toward the watchtower. Cyran caught the dead archer by his tunic and eased him over the edge, setting him gently down on the stones. Then he worked to pull the harness off the body. “At a minimum, you should also take his chainmail,” Ilion shouted from above. Cyran eyed the links of armor and the gaping hole in it. Little good it did him against a dragonbolt. He knelt and worked at the straps on the man’s back. Dragon shrieks rang in the distance. “This is taking too long,” the archer on the quarterdeck said.�“Just strap yourself in, squire,” Ilion said, and the forest dragon’s wings beat the air. Cyran snatched the harness and leapt into the turret, working his boots into the straps of the rotating platform. A dragon shrieked, and beating wings sounded. The forest dragon lifted from the watchtower and dipped its wings, swinging out to the west. Cyran stumbled but held himself in place by gripping the handle of the crossbow, only one of his feet strapped in. Once they leveled out, he worked at the straps for his other foot. But they dipped and rose on air currents, the force of the movements pulling Cyran off balance and throwing him out flat along the lip of the platform. His head and back slipped over the edge. He hung there for a moment with one leg extended and wrenched beyond its normal range of motion, only that foot bound to the turret. He stared down at the torches burning in the bailey far, far below. Time stood still. The rope and arms of the crossbow up on the quarterdeck snapped and thrummed, and a bolt screamed away. “Where’s your bolt, squire?” Ilion asked. Cyran grabbed the knee of his strapped-in leg, prayed the straps would hold for what he had to do, and jerked his torso back over the edge of the turret. He grabbed the crossbow with one hand to steady himself as everything around him wheeled and turned. “Our only hope is to shoot down all of the north’s dragons,” Ilion said loud enough so Cyran could hear over the beating of wings. “Or we will all die.” Cyran buckled a strap over the top of his loose foot and another behind his heel. “But we have to avoid a direct confrontation with that shadow dragon at all costs.” Cyran wrapped the loops of the harness around his upper thighs and waist. He cinched them down. “Even if that means we have to enter the forest. That colossal beast won’t be able to follow us into the woods.” Cyran snapped the harness to a line wrapped around the crossbow’s frame, completely anchoring himself in. He exhaled a stale breath. Dragons dropped and climbed in the fire- and moonlit skies around them. The white ice dragons stood out against the night more than any others, and they passed around the castle. “We must concentrate on shooting them down,” Ilion said. The dragonmage’s response was muffled by the shrieks and beating of wings around them. “No. We will not engage in any attempt at jousting. Not even if coming directly at the shadow dragon protects us from all her archers. We will fly after each dragon and try to take them by surprise. With our bolts.” “But you watch out for those lances coming at us,” the archer on the quarterdeck said. “If they take you out, we won’t be alive for long.” “I will do my part as best I can,” Ilion replied. “I’ll protect you and spear a dragon’s eye or heart if it comes too close. But you two need to shoot down five dragons.”� They swooped around the watchtower in a tight arc, and Cyran’s stomach slid up into his throat. Then they launched out into the night at the attacking dragons, one of which highlighted itself with firelight. Other icy and fiery breaths continued to bombard the castle. Wind battered Cyran’s cheeks and grasped at his hair with chill fingers as Nevergrace swirled and blurred beneath him. He was flying… on a dragon. His stomach settled, and his heart pounded with a renewed force. He swiveled his crossbow around and tilted it upward, but the highlighted fire dragon moved too quickly. It created beautiful soaring patterns that filled Cyran with dread, and it never repeated its pattern or made its lines of flight predictable. The ice dragons darted and weaved about, often disappearing behind the watchtowers and keep. The mist dragon appeared only as a pale body, its wings blending with the night as it spewed fog around the periphery of the outpost. A vision of what this creature would look like in the daylight and against the sky sea and clouds suddenly struck Cyran. It would appear as only two black wings descending from above. Cyran shuddered as he continued searching for a target. A massive black beast glided overhead in the distance, visible only because of its size, its silhouette blotting out the light of the moons that was splattered across the sky sea. Their forest dragon’s wings dropped and obscured Cyran’s view of everything to either side of them. He would have to be careful not to fire when the wings were descending, something he’d barely thought of before. He glanced to the dragon’s legs. Those enormous limbs were tucked close to its body and should not come into his line of fire, not unless the dragon was tearing at soldiers or knights on the ground. And their dragon would find no such adversaries in this battle. Then there was also their dragon’s tail. It moved more erratically than the wings but was comparatively small and thin. The forest dragon rolled hard to the left and grazed the top of the battlements, chasing after an ice dragon that had just made its pass and was climbing away. “Get ready to bring her down,” Sir Ilion yelled. “Roll east in ten flaps.” The forest dragon ascended, and Cyran pivoted around, trying to find a line of sight. But the ice dragon was not only out in front but also above them. Taking a shot would risk hitting his own dragon’s underbelly. The mist dragon shrieked, curtailing its fog making, and it dived into a legion of crossbow-wielding soldiers and knights, raking through their lines with its feet and talons. The beast ripped some of the men and a horse up from the earth and crushed them before flinging their bodies into others. Some in Nevergrace’s army screamed, and their ranks fell apart as many raced back toward the outer curtain. Shock and anger bit into Cyran. 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🔞I won’t allow a wolfless weak to be my Luna! | Ji’lahni’s POV: Mina!" Where the hell are we? We’re in the middle of nowhere.” I yelled. “We’re about to come up missing out here in these damn woods!” Shawna whined from the back seat. “Ji’lahni I swear I followed the directions on the GPS correctly.” Mina said, looking confused and a little scared. We have been driving since four A.M this morning and it was now almost seven pm and we still hadn’t made it to the Crystal Wolf Lake Reserve. I’m pretty sure that my legs are numb, and my ass died four hours ago. We were supposed to be performing for a mating anniversary and also planning something they called a mating ceremony for our good friend Lateri Crystal. She took our dance class to spruce up her love life six months ago. She was sixty years old, but she aged beautifully. She looked at least forty-five. She had long beautiful curly brown hair, hazel eyes that changed color whenever she was excited, or happy when she got a tough dance move, or a compliment when she remembered the choreography. She had beautiful tanned skin that looked like it had a golden glow. We became her instant daughters. She called us every Wednesday night at the same time, and we would talk for hours. She really has become important to us since we had no family left. It was just the three of us and Lynn. Our entire family died in an accidental fire during Christmas seven years ago. Mina was sixteen, me and Shawna were eighteen and we have been together ever since. It’s weird that they call it a mating ceremony instead of just saying a wedding, but oh well, with the money they’re paying us. They can call it whatever the hell they want. Me and my cousins were the owners and operators of JMS Wedding planning and also owners of JMS dance studio for BBW women like us. We mostly dance to sexy sensual, hip-hop, r&b, and even some pop music. We each had our own specialty. Mina was hip hop r&b; Shawna was r&b and pop, and as for me, I do sensual and r&b. We also added self-defense classes with our best friend Lynn, who is a bad ass at everything crossbow, shooting, sword, and martial arts, and yes, she’s BBW as well. We met her in college, and we have been training with her for the past five years. Yes, we can do it all. We have to work twice as hard, and we have our limits, but we always said work smarter not harder. So, we had to learn how to use our skills differently. We train every day and although we’re not as good as Lynn, please UNDERSTAND we can for damn sure make her ass stumble. And that’s saying a lot since she was black and Asian who has been training since she came out of the womb. She would have been here with us in this damn forest, but she had family stuff to deal with, so she won’t get here until tomorrow. But we do have her toys in the trunk just in case we have to fuck some shit up out here. We’re supposed to be staying here for the next three weeks until the wedding because we live too far away to make two trips. Again, they paid us so well that we would have stayed longer if they asked. We don’t know much about the bride that Lateri’s son is marrying. I really don’t think Lateri likes her all that well. Because while she was taking our class she would roll her eyes at the mention of her daughter-n-law, and I don’t ever think she told us her name until she asked us to do the mating ceremony. But she loved her son and talked about Makahi Crystal every single time we were on the phone with her. She said it was time that he settled down and started a family, since him and the name we cannot mention have been dating for three years it was time they sealed the deal even if she doesn’t like her “uppity ass,” her words not mine. She was hoping that he would find his Luna. She called it. And don’t ask me what that means, because I don’t know, but given this is a mating ceremony, I just figured it must be a cultural thing. She seemed like an earthy type of person who walks barefoot outside and preferred sleeping outside on the ground and living off the land, so to speak. Far different from our southern asses. Don’t get me wrong, we’re country and definitely know how to farm, cook, garden, and build things to survive. We learned that from our grandparents and parents, but that was a different time for them and even though we lived that way, we also evolved as well, so we not doing none of that survival shit unless we have to, like an apocalypse or some shit. But about three months ago, Lateri called me and asked that we do her son’s wedding, sorry mating and performed for her anniversary. We essentially declined, due to the fact that she was halfway across the country, and we would be losing money if we tried to plan that at our own rate. But she wouldn’t take no for an answer and offered us damn near what we would make in a year. So here we are. 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🔞I’ll DIVORCE her, And make you my Luna | Ji’lahni’s POV: Mina!" Where the hell are we? We’re in the middle of nowhere.” I yelled. “We’re about to come up missing out here in these damn woods!” Shawna whined from the back seat. “Ji’lahni I swear I followed the directions on the GPS correctly.” Mina said, looking confused and a little scared. We have been driving since four A.M this morning and it was now almost seven pm and we still hadn’t made it to the Crystal Wolf Lake Reserve. I’m pretty sure that my legs are numb, and my ass died four hours ago. We were supposed to be performing for a mating anniversary and also planning something they called a mating ceremony for our good friend Lateri Crystal. She took our dance class to spruce up her love life six months ago. She was sixty years old, but she aged beautifully. She looked at least forty-five. She had long beautiful curly brown hair, hazel eyes that changed color whenever she was excited, or happy when she got a tough dance move, or a compliment when she remembered the choreography. She had beautiful tanned skin that looked like it had a golden glow. We became her instant daughters. She called us every Wednesday night at the same time, and we would talk for hours. She really has become important to us since we had no family left. It was just the three of us and Lynn. Our entire family died in an accidental fire during Christmas seven years ago. Mina was sixteen, me and Shawna were eighteen and we have been together ever since. It’s weird that they call it a mating ceremony instead of just saying a wedding, but oh well, with the money they’re paying us. They can call it whatever the hell they want. Me and my cousins were the owners and operators of JMS Wedding planning and also owners of JMS dance studio for BBW women like us. We mostly dance to sexy sensual, hip-hop, r&b, and even some pop music. We each had our own specialty. Mina was hip hop r&b; Shawna was r&b and pop, and as for me, I do sensual and r&b. We also added self-defense classes with our best friend Lynn, who is a bad ass at everything crossbow, shooting, sword, and martial arts, and yes, she’s BBW as well. We met her in college, and we have been training with her for the past five years. Yes, we can do it all. We have to work twice as hard, and we have our limits, but we always said work smarter not harder. So, we had to learn how to use our skills differently. We train every day and although we’re not as good as Lynn, please UNDERSTAND we can for damn sure make her ass stumble. And that’s saying a lot since she was black and Asian who has been training since she came out of the womb. She would have been here with us in this damn forest, but she had family stuff to deal with, so she won’t get here until tomorrow. But we do have her toys in the trunk just in case we have to fuck some shit up out here. We’re supposed to be staying here for the next three weeks until the wedding because we live too far away to make two trips. Again, they paid us so well that we would have stayed longer if they asked. We don’t know much about the bride that Lateri’s son is marrying. I really don’t think Lateri likes her all that well. Because while she was taking our class she would roll her eyes at the mention of her daughter-n-law, and I don’t ever think she told us her name until she asked us to do the mating ceremony. But she loved her son and talked about Makahi Crystal every single time we were on the phone with her. She said it was time that he settled down and started a family, since him and the name we cannot mention have been dating for three years it was time they sealed the deal even if she doesn’t like her “uppity ass,” her words not mine. She was hoping that he would find his Luna. She called it. And don’t ask me what that means, because I don’t know, but given this is a mating ceremony, I just figured it must be a cultural thing. She seemed like an earthy type of person who walks barefoot outside and preferred sleeping outside on the ground and living off the land, so to speak. Far different from our southern asses. Don’t get me wrong, we’re country and definitely know how to farm, cook, garden, and build things to survive. We learned that from our grandparents and parents, but that was a different time for them and even though we lived that way, we also evolved as well, so we not doing none of that survival shit unless we have to, like an apocalypse or some shit. But about three months ago, Lateri called me and asked that we do her son’s wedding, sorry mating and performed for her anniversary. We essentially declined, due to the fact that she was halfway across the country, and we would be losing money if we tried to plan that at our own rate. But she wouldn’t take no for an answer and offered us damn near what we would make in a year. So here we are. 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Looking for a Hunting & Fishing Expert | 🎯 North Port, Florida, and Nearby Cities: Become Ballista’s Official Local Ambassador! Are you passionate about hunting and fishing? Love creating content and sharing your adventures with others? We’re looking for a brand ambassador from North Port, Florida, and nearby cities to join the Ballista family and showcase our innovative crossbows and archery gear. ✨ What You’ll Do: • Film your crossbow hunts and fishing adventures • Review our latest products and share honest feedback • Engage and inspire fellow outdoor lovers ✨ What You’ll Get: • Early access to brand-new Ballista products • The prestigious title of Ballista’s Official Local Ambassador • Competitive financial rewards • A fun and dynamic team to work with • An exciting and creative job opportunity 📩 How to Apply: Click the button below and fill out a short contact form. We’ll get back to you soon! Hunting. Fishing. Ballista. Your adventures deserve the best. | APPLY_NOW | http://fb.me/ | Ballista | https://www.facebook.com/ballista.archery/ | 6,925 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Apply now | 0 | fb.me | IMAGE | http://fb.me/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-lga3-3.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/474705279_615174734254613_8394622902144492231_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=AB_W5efsrgoQ7kNvgEyAy9t&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-3.xx&_nc_gid=ALNVfPXPXp-lQRafTNN82bG&oh=00_AYAr5wOwgYTZGGbZI4PNuXeRqM-fvjnHplcdMQ5rcS7cBg&oe=67AA2726 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Ballista | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Crash your enemy now! | Defend your tower! 🚨 Battle anywhere, anytime. Fascinating mechanics and intricate details await you to explore! | PLAY_GAME | http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.f | Random TD | https://www.facebook.com/randomtd/ | 45,626 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Play Game | 0 | 蓝色光标(天津)移动互联科技有限公司 | play.google.com | DCO | {{product.description}} | http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.feelingtouch.rtd | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/473429745_1539429470098174_6725002074555017699_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=RiCvPeHwun8Q7kNvgHNOmO-&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AjlbQ14DpwaCDIX6upbdbTk&oh=00_AYDPG2EizRRZEfq4wo0Q8qaOMSXSmX_IyMNDYEQsCDmcPw&oe=67AA395C | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Random TD | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2025-02-06 01:33 | active | 2474 | 0 | 🎥Wishing Well of Fate👉 | 🔥Wonderful, too wonderful, can't stop watching!💞 ✨Fate intervenes when a teenage girl's wish connects her to a prince in a parallel world through a time-traveling bathtub. | WATCH_MORE | http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.w | Radreel july | https://www.facebook.com/61567917449700/ | 1 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Watch more | 0 | play.google.com | VIDEO | http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.wolftv.wolf | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/475641042_994559115842378_6821784741671897257_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=tLyjy6FH-GMQ7kNvgHPpCAG&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A_avIgqFf4STIgmg92yD8mH&oh=00_AYB_nVkwZAiWJLYktrjmKMR58_BpVcxf2ySCTuSVaN6tuQ&oe=67AA1EF3 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Radreel july | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2025-02-06 01:33 | active | 2474 | 0 | 💖Create Your Own Steampunk-Powered Crossbow | ⚙️ Assemble your own steampunk-powered crossbow for a fun DIY project. 🌟 Steam-punk design with glowing barrel and heat dissipators. 🎯 Functional and interactive—shoots small rubber bands! 🛒Click to buy now: https://shorturl.at/Vd4iW | SHOP_NOW | https://eagledigi.com/products/metal-assembly-arch | Eagledigi.com | https://www.facebook.com/61558568055282/ | 75 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Shop now | 0 | eagledigi.com | VIDEO | https://eagledigi.com/products/metal-assembly-archimedes-steampunk-crossbow | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/476185119_2107890599727905_1928791922261235624_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=0J4g1W1Ci7sQ7kNvgGep6Lu&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ASfW_0fpI68WtsArr48HmNy&oh=00_AYBkS5H2hWASw630Mla5m-PXmPCUkjYSZ0D0NtD26IyhxQ&oe=67AA4148 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Eagledigi.com | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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