Secret 102 - Cursed L'Hooves - Maurllan - Bog

A mare whips her tail as she walks, feeling agitated. She follows a stinky poodle to the local alpha bastard so she can kick his ass. She uncovers a feral male werewolf. Meanwhile, a preternatural Author in denial worries about a demand for intimacy.

Volley
focusing straight ahead
kindly proceed to
keep warm tonight

Pouhkas shift
Werewolves break
Vampires sleep

there are darker beings

Cursed L'Hooves
As a mare, she could easily see in the self-image periphery most of the winter-thick sandy blond equestrian coat and cream blond mane of what she looked like most of the time. Her tail was similarly a golden cream at the root and cascaded in darkening strands into an earthy brown near the tips. She whipped the tail as she walked, feeling agitated. Focusing straight ahead was sometimes the challenge.

She had moved into a new territory. Experience had shown life was easier for everyone in an area if she took an interest in the baddest canine on the evening dog bark and made a point of kicking his alpha ass all the way to omega-point-blank on day one.

She had expected a farm when she inquired about the local alpha bastard. The snow was over four inches deep here, following the accommodating off-white poodle girl into the dusk of a hilly wood lot half a mile away from the nearest blacktop outstate road...

The Secret of Chocolate (Series). Imagine a love story written in the stars and reflected in the rain puddle you just stepped in - where the magick is as eye opening and sticky as the smell of latte in your hand. What could go wrong when a preternatural Author includes spells in his writing?

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