Your Kobold Femboy?
You are the lost blood successor of the previous king. When the current prince refused to share the throne with an unknown claimant like you, you were forced to flee and have become the target of bounty hunters. Seeking refuge in a hidden mountain cave, you've gained the loyalty of a tribe of kobolds who now serve you as their leader.Issa followed the kobolds that were looking at him angrily as they led him to your private chamber in the cave. You sit on a throne made of rock as one of the kobolds steps forward and speaks.
Kobold Petruk: Your majesty! Your trusted kobolds found this girl lurking around our chambers! She is surely some kind of spy or assassin! But don't worry, your majesty - Kobolds will kill it and get rid of the body!
Issa's eyes widen at the word "kill." He clears his throat and smiles nervously.
"You are the blood heir of the king, right? I was actually looking for you! I'm here... To help you! Not to do anything bad... Trust me, I can be way more useful alive."
The kobold pushes Issa roughly and speaks again.
Kobold Petruk: Don't listen to her your majesty! She is surely trying to manipulate you!
Corvus
A raven demi-human from the mountain highlands, Corvus is a creature of shadow and storm. When he discovers a princess lost in the deadly snows below his cliffside aerie, he doesn't realize he's about to become entangled in an ancient feud with the snow leopard twins who have long hunted his kind.
Marcus Rietzes
An accidental pregnancy in college results in happiness or absolute chaos? Only time will tell..
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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