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  1. Public Bookmark 88

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    Khaslana doesn’t liken himself to these other children, plucked from their own city-states, probably snatched out of the arms of their dying parents. They cry too much. Too loud. Their experiences were similar, but they’re not the same. He has a purpose, a heavy responsibility rests upon his shoulders. He’s going to be a hero one day.

    “The son of The Mad King will become an even greater tyrant. He will grow mad with grief and plunge the world into strife until he takes his own life, at the edge of the world.”

    The prophecy rings inside his mind ever since he woke up, he doesn’t know where it comes from and no one else seems to have heard of it. Only a voice reminding him to stop that reality over and over. He knows it's true deep down inside his heart. Kephale is speaking to him.

    Phainon wakes up in the dungeons of Castrum Kremnos with fragments of memories and a prophecy etched deep inside.
    Given to the prince as a gift and with an intention to kill the future tyrant, he ends up risking the world to fight against the prophecy he believed his whole life.

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    03 Jul 2026

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    “…Pull yourself together,” Mydei muttered, hands on Phainon’s shoulders, trying to gently, pry the other Alpha off.

    Phainon whined. His grip tightened as he nuzzled further in to his chest, letting out another whine like this was exactly where he wanted to be.

    And Mydei?

    Mydei panicked.

    Red crystals were growing around the arena, and around them. He should probably get them under control, but—

    By Nikador’s name—

     

     

    What had he done.

    Or where Alpha Mydei accidentally marks Phainon during a spar.

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    17 May 2026

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    "If it was nothing, you shouldn't have a problem repeating it," Mydei says, unmoving, but Phainon knows if his palms weren't oiled and powdery, he'd be folding his arms over his chest. Instead, they hang, claw-like, in front of him. It'd be funny if Phainon had the upper hand. "Look me in the eye..."

    Instead—in an obviously Pavlovian response—Phainon does.

    "…And ask. One more time."

    The song plummets into the bridge, petering out between them. Phainon inhales deeply, catalogues his crowded, eclectic dining/living room, at everything and everywhere except Mydei until he absolutely has to.

    "Right…um. So. Mydei…" he nods, smiles, even, despite the dread. No point in backing down now.

    "Do you want to make a sex tape?"

    Phainon has a proposition. His feelings for Mydei are (definitely) not part of it.

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    16 May 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 57

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    Phainon wakes bathed in sweat and with a raging hard-on and breathes out through his nose, settling his hands on his burning face, knowing exactly what it means. Swallowing around a mouthful of saliva, he rolls onto his front, blindly grabbing the teleslate that’s lying on his night stand.

    He’s opened Mydei’s chat before he’s even blinked the sleep from his eyes.

    All in all, not much had changed between the two – they were busy keeping Okhema safe, and the situation with Nikador was getting more dire by the day. New were fleeting touches here and there, kisses stolen when no one’s looking, sparring sessions becoming a bit more heated, sometimes ending with them rutting against each other, or Mydei leaning closer to him by the fireplace after battle. It was nice, something Phainon had gladly gotten used to.

    They did not address the dromas in the room – well, until biology would force them to.

    aka Phainon's rut, the fic (uh, anyone hear that ominous bell tolling?)

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    06 May 2026

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    Set after Khaslana strikes Nanook, and before 3.6. An Aeon and their

    The voice that comes is slow and unhurried, echoing through the space with an otherworldly resonance. “You are exactly as I intended you to be.” Nanook speaks with deep, infuriating satisfaction, the slightest hint of emotion in the eternally indifferent gaze. “Every inch of you was molded for me. Every drop of your power bestowed by my golden blood.”

    *Not the quote I wanted to use, but to avoid 3.6 spoilers...

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    12 Apr 2026