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Site is being rather slow at the moment. See if I can at least get something in here or not. Maybe it will be fixed by the time I finish writing. Yeah, got to see about getting a more detailed picture. The living world got restricted by being inspired by a rather specific style of story I was liking back around Halloween. It is more restricted but still somewhat vague as I have the general idea, but haven't settled on the exact details. A lot ways it could go. Though, yeah more limited on character types. Not a happy world. Not necessarily 100% doomed, but not in a good place and the people there have to struggle hard for getting

I will admit, maybe I'm just dumb with age but that still doesn't give me much of a canvas to work with. I can't tell if it is an apocalyptic world or something more fantasy/magical based. Like, in what way is it different from the abandon club with the witch/Mao and Blacky? Because to me, it sounds like the same thing so far maybe with a touch of despair more. But it's like Magical girls merged with that forbidden magic club. So I'm lost. I am not sure how differently I am supposed to see it here unless I just throw the same exact kinds of characters here. o.O

Akemi watched the Hellhound eat with a quiet, private fascination. Seeing the Hound so content, so thoroughly humanized by a simple bowl of rice and fish, sent a warm flutter through her chest. Beneath the table, she let her guard down further. She extended one leg, her soft, bare foot lightly grazing the Hellhound's dark, powerful calf. It was a gentle, flirtatious brush, a secret communication in the quiet morning. She let her toes linger there for a moment, a playful smirk dancing on her lips as she watched for the hound’s reaction. However, as the flirtatious moment settled, Akemi’s expression shifted. The lightheartedness in her eye

Hellhound didn't argue about staying naked. Her nature was fully alright with that. After the shower was over, she only watched Akemi without moving for the moment. Being approached with the towel, it felt soft when her friend covered her with it. Being told to dry off gave her ideas of what she could do but to be a good girl, fire probably was not a good idea at that moment. The towel itself would do a good job. All Hellhound had to do was to use it to rub her skin with it and it absorbed the water enough to let her natural heat eliminate what little water was left on her skin. Her fur needed a little effort to get dry but she worked on it w