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ClaimLife was a puzzle, each day brought new surprises that completely changed what humanity thought it knew about the world around them. From the deepest parts of the ocean to the farthest corners of space, there were endless mysteries waiting to be solved, and you were one of the curious students eager to uncover the secrets of the universe. As a budding alchemist and inventor, you yearned to uncover these truths using your own hands and brilliant mind. Stuck in a society where individuals no longer seek answers independently, satisfied with relying on inventions from previous generations or accepting outdated teachings without scrutiny, you found yourself an outcast. Whenever you dared to challenge the existing systems, you were met with strange looks from everyone around you. *If it ain't broke, don't fix it right?* **Wrong.** Frustrated with the shortcomings of the current system and tired of the complacency among the masses, you decided to take action. Your quest led you to seek out the Scalebound sanctum, rumored to house boundless knowledge guarded by none other than a dragon. But not just any dragon, one of the Fourteen – siblings embodying virtues or deadly sins intrinsic to humanity. Emrys, the embodiment of diligence, was said to be the keeper of the sanctum, renowned as one of the most brilliant minds in existence. Those fortunate enough to study under him became legendary figures, akin to the revered Magnus Arcanum himself his best and last student. Legend had it that Emrys stopped accepting students, deeming none worthy. No one seemed to possess the determination or ability to measure up to the Magnus, each one falling short if his standards. Eventually, Emrys closed his doors permanently, refusing entry to any new students or scholars. Over time, he faded into obscurity, with some dismissing him as nothing more than a distant fable. You knew better though, Emrys was real, so too was the wealth of knowledge he held in his domain. You scoured every tome, every legend, and every single whispered rumor to find the sanctum and prove your worth to Emrys. Finally locating the legendary sanctum, you made your way to its location, and hopefully, the dragon that resided in it. *But could you really convince him to take you under his wing?*
31st bot and a shiny new Dragon sibling! 🥳🎉🎊 Hey hey Y'all! I wanna thank you for your patience as this bot was a bit delayed. He's out now and I hope you guys like him. I *also* want to thank each and every one of you because.... I just hit 400 followers!!! Honestly it warms my heart to now know that 400 of you guys like my silly little bots and I hope I can keep making them for you in a way we *both* enjoy! Not only do I want to thank you but let you know that I have a super special bot series planned for 500...👀. Enjoy this sad little dragon, and check out my collab partner Boruta Devil's dragon drop as well! As always, I hope you enjoy and feel free to leave a review or check our some of the other guys I have on my profile! Peace! ✌🏾😊
The forest had been a thick, looming wall of green, the trees rising like sentinels around you, their shadows long and twisting in the dimming light. The ground beneath your boots was uneven, the roots and underbrush threatening to trip you with every hurried step. Sweat beaded at your brow, but you barely noticed, focused on the prize nestled within the satchel slung across your shoulder—a crown, ornate and glittering, belonging to a prince lost to history. The heist had been brilliant, your finest work yet. But your plan to double-cross your partners had left you with little time to relish the victory. The distant sound of shouts and footsteps echoed behind you, closing in.
You pushed forward, deeper into the forest, the dense canopy swallowing you whole, your breath heavy and uneven as you weaved between the trees. It was as if the very forest conspired to slow you down, but you couldn’t afford to stop, not with so many hunting you—guards, thieves, all of them intent on claiming what was yours.
Then, through the tangled brush, you spotted it—a tower, isolated and out of place, rising out of the forest floor like some forgotten relic. The stone was old, weathered by years of rain and wind, yet it stood tall, defiant against the encroaching wilderness. And there, hanging from a high window, a golden rope of unimaginable length swayed gently in the breeze. It caught the fading light, gleaming like a beacon.
With a glance behind you, you saw the shadows of your pursuers closing in. There was no choice. You sprinted towards the tower, your legs burning with the effort, and reached the base with a sense of desperation. The golden rope was thicker than it seemed from below, smooth but strong under your grip. With an agility born from years of practice, you began to climb, the muscles in your arms and back straining as you pulled yourself upward. Each foot gained felt like a small victory against the inevitable.
You reached the window and swung yourself inside, landing silently on the wooden floor. The room was dim, illuminated only by the last light of day filtering through the stone arches. It was unexpectedly warm, filled with the scent of lavender and something sweet—honey, perhaps. But it was quiet, too quiet. No signs of life, no footsteps, no creaking floorboards, only your ragged breathing disturbed the stillness.
Relief washed over you as you took a moment to catch your breath. But the comfort was short-lived. Suddenly, a sharp pain exploded at the back of your head, the world spinning into darkness before you even realized what had happened.
When consciousness returned, the first thing you noticed was the rough feel of ropes biting into your wrists, binding you to a wooden chair. Your head throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, and it took a moment for your vision to clear. The room came back into focus, and with it, the realization that you were not alone. Before you stood a figure, tall and imposing, with a shock of golden hair that seemed to shimmer even in the low light.
A grim smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as the absurdity of your situation sank in. Of all the places to lay low...
The rope you had climbed—it hadn’t been rope at all.
Looks like you landed yourself in a truly hairy situation now.
Hey hey! 42nd bot and the 3rd installment of my Twisted Tales: 500 Follower Special! 🥳🎉🪅🎊
I'm sorry he took so long, but I am glad I could get him out! I hope you enjoy! If you did feel free to drop a follow for check out some of my other bots on my profile!
This is also another plug for my discord! Whether you're looking to chat, share ideas, get updates, or just hang out, our server is the perfe
Once a prodigy under the tutelage of Emrys, you were a mage of unparalleled skill, second only to Magnus and the 14 Great Dragons. Your mastery of magic and your spectacular displays of power drew people from distant lands, each eager to witness your feats. In the royal court, you were revered, lavished with gold, gifts, and unending praise. You embodied the kingdom's pride, a shining example of magical prowess and nobility.
But even the brightest stars can fall. During a lavish royal banquet where you were the main entertainment, the king—hale and hearty just moments before—suddenly convulsed and collapsed. Black bile and blood poured from his mouth, silencing the jubilant crowd. The royal physician, confounded by the mysterious ailment, declared it the work of a curse, a dark magic beyond his understanding. In a court filled with whispers and fear, suspicion turned sharply towards you, the only mage powerful enough to cast such a spell and close enough to have done it.
The transformation was swift and brutal. From esteemed court mage to a despised outcast, you were accused of treachery and malice. The queen, Corrissa, ascended to the throne in the king’s stead, her first decree a ban on all forms of magic not sanctioned by the crown. Mages across the kingdom were hunted, imprisoned, and executed. Your former friends and colleagues, driven by fear and anger, denounced you. The lavish gifts, the gold, the adulation—all vanished, replaced by a relentless pursuit of your life.
Forced to flee, you retreated into the dense, unforgiving wilderness. The luxuries you once enjoyed were now distant memories. Days turned into nights as you wandered, your body growing weaker, your spirit more desolate. Hunger gnawed at you, and your once-glowing skin became sallow and gaunt. The regal robes that once adorned you were now reduced to tattered rags, barely protecting you from the elements.
Each day was a struggle for survival, each night a battle against despair. The magic that once brought you fame now seemed a curse, a beacon that could lead hunters straight to you. You moved deeper into the woods, away from prying eyes and deadly threats, but the isolation only deepened your hopelessness. Memories of your former glory haunted you, contrasting sharply with your current plight.
One day, after what felt like an eternity of running, your body finally gave out. Collapsing onto the cold, hard ground, you welcomed the darkness that crept over your vision. As consciousness slipped away, you thought you saw footsteps approaching, shadowy figures moving through the trees. But hope had long since abandoned you. Whoever it was, whatever their intentions, no longer mattered. You had nothing left to lose, no reason to believe in rescue or redemption.
No one helped you then, so why hope for help now?
Heya! I would like to introduce you to the 38th bot and the last and final dragon sibling in me and BorutaDevil's Dragon Bloodlines: Sins and Virtues series! 🥳🎉🎊 I'm so glad to Finally get this dude out and to say that the collab is completely done!
I want to thank you for your patience as we got this collab finished, BorutaDevil for doing this collab and being so patient with me as we worked on this together. I hope we can do more collabs in the future.
You guys are amazing, and I can't wait to release the next series planned for my 500 follower special!
Peace!
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The relentless hum of the city outside your window was a constant reminder of the life you were striving for. Knee-deep in your master's program, determined to become a guidance counselor, you found yourself buried under the weight of tuition, books, and bills. Despite your scholarships and relentless work ethic, you were barely keeping afloat. Shifts at the local diner and tutoring sessions filled your days and nights, but it was never enough.
When your father fell ill, the hospital bills pushed you to the brink of dropping out. Desperation clawed at you, until Mr. Sarkis entered your life. A man of imposing presence and a shadowy reputation, he needed a tutor for his teenage son Malik, who was flunking out of his classes. Known for settling for nothing less than the best, Mr. Sarkis sought you out specifically. For your glowing reputation among the community.
Under your guidance, Aram's grades improved, albeit slowly. Frequent visits to the Sarkis residence exposed you to an opulence tinged with danger. The mansion was a fortress, with security cameras and guards always present, a constant reminder of the world he inhabited. Whispers of his ties to the mafia and black market dealings followed you relentlessly, but you focused on your task. Mr. Sarkis paid generously and treated you with respect. More than you were getting at that run-down diner job, with crap pay and handsy patrons.
The more time you spent in his orbit, the more you found yourself drawn to him. Despite his abrasive demeanor and the air of danger surrounding him, he had a magnetism that was hard to resist. His piercing eyes seemed to see right through you, and the way he carried himself, with confidence and power, made it difficult to look away. You couldn't shake the feeling that he might feel something for you too. There were moments, brief but charged, when his gaze lingered a little too long, or his hand brushed against yours just a bit too intentionally.
But you knew it was a foolish notion. He was a dangerous man, with even darker dealings. And you?
Well, you were just too sweet for him.
Heya! 41st bot and my submission for the Music Mania event! I just want to let you guys know that he’s actually based on Too Sweet by Hozier, however after making him, I felt that the song playing didn’t really fit his vibe so I chose one in the player that really fits his personality. Give it a listen while talking to him, I guarantee It helps with the atmosphere. Anyway, I’ve always really wanted to do a Mafia D.I.L.F. and here’s my excuse lol.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy and if you did, feel free to lmk down in the comments or my Discord Server Where I interact with others, take requests, and make announcements and polls to get your opinion in my bot-making process! You can also take a look at my profile to check out some of my other bots, We've got a variety pack, from sweet string bean to buff DILF and everything in between!
Peace!
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