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"What? No, that's not what I meant!" Milo exclaimed. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you... she's got a hole in her, did you bring her to life just to watch her die?" The raccoon therian cursed under his breath, pulling his jacket off to try and stem the flow of blood. He didn't...

"Oh my god," Milo couldn't believe what the hell he was seeing. This guy stabbing his bike had been one thing. But stabbing his bike, which was now alive and in pain, was almost beyond his capability to process. "Why did you- what- Fuckin' hell!" He cursed, stooping down to crouch beside...

"WHY THE BASTARDING FUCK DID YOU STAB MY BIKE?!" Milo yelled as the blade sank into his precious baby, expression twisting with horror. He was about ready to punch the backwards man in the face when he held up his hand and continued his explanation. Milo bristled on the verge of violence as he...

Milo groaned, running both his hands through his hair and tugging at his ears with frustration. "Great," he murmured under his breath. "Great. Course it's not gonna be that easy. Shit. Fuck!" If people here didn't even know basic magic, what hope did he have of finding someone that could...

"Fucking- shit!" Milo fell back on his ass when the man sprung upright, startled. "What the hell is your problem? Were you just lying there, waiting for someone to come so you could fuckin' jump at 'em?" he spluttered angrily. It took him a few moments to register that the man's face seemed to...

"Fuck you, kid," Milo flipped the bird back over his shoulder as he stalked away, but didn't bother turning around. "Ah, fuck..." Milo cursed under his breath when he spotted the man on the floor. "Just my fuckin' luck. If you're dead, you bastard, I swear..." Muttering, he moved away from the...

"That curse must've been on more than just Liana from the tavern," Milo muttered as the man ran off, shaking his head. Wrinkling his nose at the lingering scent of old man mixed with turnip, he turned to look down the road where the man had pointed. Strange guy in a shack wasn't exactly a...

Milo gawped at the village as he rolled Swiftie - his bike - into the square. It was a scene out of a medieval movie, every bit of it. This was either an extremely elaborate prank played by an illusionist, or he'd somehow fallen through time like he suspected. Potentially space, as well, given...

Witchwood? The thirty-first year of the Southerly Wind? Nowhere with even half of a civilisation was so backwater it had an entirely different notion of the calendar. Milo stared at the boy with disbelief as he processed the revelation that he might not even be in the same world anymore. This...

Milo stared at the villagers in disbelief as one of them started rambling about him being a sailor. Evidently, not only did they have no more idea how he'd gotten here than he did, but they were also morons. It was clear that whatever had happened was some sort of magic, and given the fact that...

Milo pulled his goggles up as the men arrived, leaving him with a clean patch around his eyes - like an inverted mask - that was comically fitting, considering his ears and the raccoon tail sprouting from his jeans. "Hey, watch ya fork, you scratch that you're paying for it!" he snapped, pushing...

Life was a funny thing, sometimes. One minute you were making a delivery down from Crescent Hill to Greenwicke, enjoying the sea breeze and trying to resist the alluring scent of fresh pizza wafting from the bag on the back of your bike. The next, you were at the bottom of a murky pond. The...