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She was one of the youngest to ever start and she was going to keep trying to be the youngest to do it all! Best way to gain experience is to go on an adventure and luck (or unlucky) for her there was a nearby place for her to do just that. How much will she gain? Will her plans go well or will she instead learn some lessons the hard way...\n\nSo this was inspired by a pair of pictures that was commissioned by @Taleir from @puinkey\n\nReally wanted to give it an actual story to go along with it and so wrote this up with Taleir's permission. Hope you guys enjoy! Oh and she's in her fox form because.. you know, IB and its TOS and all.\n\n1st part #M1315388\n\n2nd part #M2161598\n\n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Taleir wanted to go and gain some much needed adventuring experience.  She was one of the youngest to ever start and she was going to keep trying to be the youngest to do it all!  Best way to gain experience is to go on an adventure and luck (or unlucky) for her there was a nearby place for her to do just that.  How much will she gain?  Will her plans go well or will she instead learn some lessons the hard way...

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Really wanted to give it an actual story to go along with it and so wrote this up with Taleir's permission.  Hope you guys enjoy!  Oh and she's in her fox form because.. you know, IB and its TOS and all.

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", "writing": "[color=#ef2929]Warning: This story contains material that some might find disturbing. Themes like rape and injury are contained within the story. If you do not like that sort of thing then you may not enjoy the story. If you read anyways then you have been warned.[/color]\n\nThe young fox girl puffed as she made her way down the ancient path. The bits of rock chipped away from what may have been a very nice cobble stone path crunch beneath her boots as she tries to reach her destination before nightfall. \nShe hadn’t brought much in the way of gear. Just her boots, cape, belt, sack and the gnarled branch she used for channeling her magic. So, shelter even in a creepy ancient castle or whatever would be preferable than being stuck out under the stars and whatever weather is flung her way.\nNobody in her little village seemed to remember whose castle or keep it belonged to. For as long as anyone remembered it had always been a ruin. Stories were of course plentiful in the place of facts, not to mention a fair amount of superstition. \nFor despite its age, everyone could only remember it as a ruin. Clearly, some spell kept it from properly decaying. Why else were the main buildings, as ruinous as they were still standing?\nTaleir however was unimpressed with such stories. Some magic spell if it hadn’t been able to keep the place in one piece? If it wasn’t so impressive then what had caused her to make the nearly all-day trek? Easy, it was adventure… and loot. \nThe locals of course never dared to enter the ruins and neither would the local guilds. Not even those adventuring traders I their caravans would enter to find anything. So, given how the town had remained nearly untouched by time. As the ruins had, no one would have gone there, right? So, anything of value would then of course still be there and hers for the taking!\nThe stories of strange noises at night invoked fear from common villagers but she would not be swayed. Nothing of great danger lived anywhere near them after all. Beast or animal, she felt sure she would be able to handle whatever this “dungeon” threw at her!\nThe young fox pushes past a prickly bush, wincing as she feels yet more scratches added to her collection. By now she was covered in small scratches and bites. The path to get to the ruins had been smooth and well-kept till the road detoured to go up to the old keep. From then on it was nearly impossible to follow the old path.\nFinally, after hours of hard going and just as the sun was just setting behind the quilt of leaves and branches; she steps out into what may have been a kind of court yard years ago. She stops and takes in the view for a moment feeling a rush of unease as well as wonder. \nThe ancient stone edifices raised far above her head. What must have been a gate stood wide open in front of her leading beyond the outer stone walls. Rotted wood lay scattered on the ground and even some remained on the hinges of the once impressive doors. \nThe arch itself appeared to be spread all around her amongst other rubble. Stealing forward she looks into the shadowy court yard she holds her breath and listens. No creepy noise could be heard. No skittering of rodents, hisses of animals nor moan of monster. All was deathly quiet. But somehow that made it all the more menacing. \nTo her immediate left was a small alcove and an open of what must have been a door. Stepping into it quietly she found herself in what must have been a small guard room for the gate. It had no holes and the roof above appeared to be in good condition. Not wishing to explore when the light was going away soon, she decided she would instead rest here for the night.\nGrabbing a light snack from her ruckus she also pulls out a few vials. Uncorking them she places them at the door and retreats to the back of her shelter. The smell that came out of them was repulsive, but that was the idea. No monster or animal would want to be anywhere near that stench. So long as the smell was there, it would be fairly safe to fall asleep. Wrapping herself in her cloak she curls up between some rubble and the wall to fall asleep, she would begin her search in the morning.\nThe morning dawned cold and damp. A thick fog had descended on the ruins leaving it looking spookier than it had been in the dying light of the sun. Taleir shivered as she uncurled herself uncomfortably from her corner. Rubbing her paws across her arms and legs she tried to rub some life back into them.\nTaking her stick from the wall she casts a simple spell to produce a small flame. The heat of the spell felt amazing but didn’t last too long. Another effect it had though was to clear away the fog a bit.\nIf only I could cast a large area heat spell to get rid of this fog. She thought sadly to herself. \nWell wishes never helped anyone! She reminds herself and grabs her rucksack and steps out into the ruins proper.\nIt was just as she predicted. There were plenty of monsters and animals that had made the ruins their homes. Wolves, giant rats, etc. One moment she would be entranced by some archaic stone relief the next she would be assailed by some angry creature, upset that their territory was being invaded. \nHowever, none of them were especially powerful and were easily driven off with some well-placed fire attacks of her gnarled staff. Among the nests she found the remains of humans and their wares. Some quick digging easily brought up a few coins that she could add to her meager collections. \nWhile exploring she finds a whole library somehow still intact. Tons of books were on shelves and strewn about on the floor. Many were ripped and their pages used for nests of creatures for perhaps decades or centuries. Picking up a few she thumbed through the pages to see if any of them were spell books of some kind. But she soon grew bored and left, she didn’t know how to read in the first place. Then each of those were in the same dead language found on the murals spread thorough the complex. No images or diagrams to try to decipher. She had better things to find.\nHer explorations were going well. She searched each building and was finding decent loot. Old coins, jewelry, even gems in what seemed to be a smith’s shop. She found old rusted weapons, torn clothes but sadly nothing that would be of any worth to her. \nIt was around noon by the time she made her way to what must have been the main building. It was the largest and somehow the only one intact. Had she any experience she would have been able to see that this building must have had some religious purpose. Its tall spires and ornate architecture all spoke of some ancient power. Perhaps if she had been slightly superstitious, she would have not entered and been spared.\nThe moment Taleir entered the building the whole atmosphere changed. The once gloomy empty space of the felt old and empty was instantly heavy and suffocating. The dark seemed to press around her as if it was its own entity and was offended by the fur’s disturbance. \nA feeling of uneasiness slowly built up inside of her with each step she took. She didn’t dare use magic to try to light her way, not with the atmosphere as it was. Instead, she held one paw on the wall to make sure she didn’t stumble across some random hallway or turn.\nJust as she feels like she should turn around she spots a pale light in the distance. She fights the urge to rush towards the light for fear of falling into a trap. Keeping her pace, she follows the wall until she finally steps out of the tunnel into the cold light.\nThe young fox stood at the mouth of the tunnel looking around in utter confusion. She was expecting to find herself in the center of some massive complex and the light to be from some far-off hole in the celling but what she saw was much different. \nThe light was from a pale cloudy and misty sky. Lichen and vines climbed all over ancient, broken columns and arches of stone. Rubble littered the ground along with broken stone slabs with even more script she had no hope of understanding. Steel lanterns adorned some of the arches that surprisingly were lit.\nThe oppressive atmosphere was gone but it was seemingly not replaced with anything at all. Not a breath of air stirred. The light itself felt unnatural as did the fog which did not leave her skin clammy or cold. A feeling of dread was slowly filling her and she did her best to control her urge to charge down the way she came.\nThis place was unnatural, she needed to leave. Without so much as a backwards glance at that alien world she turned around and began walking back the she came. After a few moments she stopped as she suddenly sees a light ahead. That was impossible, right? She had walked forever to get to that strange place, hadn’t she? Swallowing her fear, she kept going and to her confusion and dread found herself standing right where she had moments before. \nA trick, it had to be a trick, right? Or maybe she had walked down a different path without realizing it? Turning around she places her hand on the other side of the wall and walked back into the tunnel with a quicker pace. However just like before she found herself right back where she had been a moment before. Her legs which were shaking before suddenly give out and she slides down he wall staring out into the bleak world before her.\nTaleir’s mind raced as she tried to think back to when she first entered the building. There had not been any openings, right? The wall didn’t feel as though it curved? She didn’t suddenly go down or up an incline? No matter how much she wracked her brain she just couldn’t think of anything that would explain what had happened. \nShe sat on the cool stones for some time as she tried to remember anything she had picked up or told by adventurers that may help her. Nothing came to mind really. Just that every trap had an exit. The facts where if she sat there, she would eventually die, either from lack of food, water or any other nasty surprise this place could throw at her.\nStruggling back to her feet she steps carefully out into the degraded room. Her footsteps echoed eerily in the room as she walked up to one of the many stone tablets. The inscriptions despite being so old were still easily read… that is if you knew the language. She sighs and steps up to one of the tumble of stones that used to be an archway. \nClimbing up a large stone pillar at an angle she was able to get to the top and attempt to get her bearings. To her dismay she realized she had unwittingly stumbled into a labyrinth. Looking around a little longer however she saw a few places that looked similar to where she was, a low mound of some kind. Perhaps there was a tunnel there that lead out.\nHalf climbing half sliding down the lands at the foot of the stone and rubs her rear which had been rubbed raw on the stone. Cursing her stupidity, she reorients herself and begins traveling roughly the direction she saw the mound in. Now at least she had a destination.\nTaleir’s travel was slow going. The entire maze seemed to be in a state of disrepair making it difficult to go very fast. Now that she was in what she figured was a trap of some kind, breaking an ankle would be her doom. Every rock was a potential trip hazard and she picked around everything as best as she could.\nAfter some hours she finally sits on an overturned rock to take a rest. Pulling out a canteen she drinks gratefully and nibbles on some tack bread to keep he going. By her mental calculations it was sure to be night outside by now. Yet the light here never wavered. Whoever had made this place was very powerful indeed.\nPutting her things back up, she is about to stand when a sudden noise catches her attention. The next room the sound of stone-on-stone crunching catches her attention followed by the sound of stones falling. Ever since entering this hell she had not heard a single sound. Something or someone nearby…\nAs silently as she can she scoots off the rock and ducks behind a large stone tablet. She peaks around the corner to see something that makes her blood run cold and her tail puff up. A large scaley creature carefully steps through the nearby archway and makes its way to the stone she had just been sitting on. \nEven she, a novice could instantly tell that this was a Lizard man. It was an impressive example of the species too. It stood nearly six feet tall and was well-muscled. On each of his 4 fingers were long cruel razor-sharp claws. To an adventurer who had spent several years abroad a creature like this wouldn’t pose a huge threat, especially to a mage. But to a novice like her, it would be like fighting a dragon.\nShe knew that this was NOT a monster she should try to take on. She NEEDED to escape, and fast. 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Panting she runs as fast as she can with the loud crashes behind her telling her it was in hot pursuit.\nIn a desperate move to lose it she stops and turns around and fires off as many attacks as she can. The lizard deftly dodges, but even when it wasn’t fast enough her attack hardly left a mark. Turning to try to line up another shot she feels the loose stones under her shift then break free pulling a foot from under her. Unable to correct she watches the sky rotate to her eyes before a blinding pain hit her as her head hits the rocks on the floor.\nBefore she can move the lizard is upon her. The sharp claws slice into her hands as it pounces and pins her arms up over her head. She looks up at the monster in sheer terror as she realizes that this is it. She was about to die. So much for her heroic return, accepting her fate she squeezes her eyes shut and waits for the finishing blow.\nShe sat there, shivering in fear as she waits. But seconds turn into minutes and still, no death blow. Did she already die and just not feel it? Daring to open her eyes she cracks open an eye to find the lizards snout inches from her cheek. She tries to reel back but is held tight by the brute. What on earth was it planning?\nAs she laid there, she dared to hope it wasn’t going to kill her after all. It began to sniff her more intently and slowly started to sniff down her body. Unable to figure out what it was doing she sat there and just waited till suddenly its nose went somewhere it had NO business going!\nHer fur stands on end when suddenly its scaly nose presses between her legs. Without thinking she screams in anger and fear and kicks it straight in the snout. The moment her foot connected with its face it let go of her and lets out a cry of sheer anger. Now free, she rolls over and tries to scramble away. She goes for her staff when she feels the lizard bring its full weight down onto her back. \nIts claws buried into her back and she screams in pain as she is once again pinned by the beast. This time she felt so much more vulnerable than before, its intentions clear. She tries to pull herself free but the claws made any movement agony.\nStill, she tried to kick and screamed as loudly as she could, curling her tail tightly between her legs. Hoping that she might be saved from this monster. But she was alone, alone with it and he had her exactly where it wanted her.\nThe brute’s claws suddenly pulled free of her one shoulder and before she could try to escape again its scaley hand suddenly wrapped around her leg and tail. Without thinking she squeezes her legs together with all her strength but is just no match to the lizard’s own strength. Begging and crying she feels her legs get wrenched apart.\nStill trying to escape she suddenly feels a hot, slippery thing get pressed between her legs. Fear consumes her and she screams louder squirming around trying her best to not let that thing enter her. The Lizard growls and keeps trying, struggling to keep her still long enough to penetrate. Each failed attempt sent shivers down her spine as she feels the slippery rod squeeze between her legs, between her butt cheeks and many others. \nBut it just wasn’t enough. Finally, the slippery rods path is true and it sinks into her. A shriek of pain escapes her as she roughly deflowered. The sharp hot pain causes her to squeeze and force it back out but it was too late. A few shoves later she finally feels the full girth of his rod squeezed into her stinging and sore pussy.\nThe girl is given a moments of rest before the lizard pulls out then jams himself back in with brutal efficiency. Over and over again she feels the lizard ram itself into her. She sobbed and laid there in total defeat as the lizard defiled her over and over again. \nShe wondered bleakly how much longer this was going to last before as if on cue, it answers her question. The Lizard gives a final thrust into her, shoving itself far deeper than before bringing a fresh wave of pain making her cry out feeling something get pierced deep inside before she suddenly feels a rush of heat.\nHer belly suddenly becomes hot and swells. The rod deep inside of her pulses and shudders as the lizard makes strange guttural sounds. With each pulse felt a rush of hot liquid flood her womb making her belly swell a bit. Here she felt the lizard suddenly slip free followed the gush of hot liquid pours out of her abused sex.\n\nDazed she lays there panting hard trying to recover from the ordeal she had just experienced. She sniffs as fresh tears pour down her cheeks as sharp pains are felt on her back and between her legs. Her body felt sore as if she had been beaten up as well. But worst of all was the feeling of that hot liquid oozing out from between her legs. \nShe laid there for what felt like an eternity. Flinching whenever she thinks she hears a noise. But after a while she dares to rolls over onto her back and pushes herself up. To her relief the lizard was nowhere to be seen. Having done its deed, it had seemingly lumbered off leaving her to her fate.\nShe winces and feels hot tears run down her face as she looks down her body and between her legs. A pool of reddish white liquid had been left behind by the lizard. With a shaking paw she reaches between her legs trying to clean herself up some. Looking at her fingers she shudders seeing that blood was mingled with the liquid.\nAfter doing her best to clean herself out, she stands up on wobbly legs and grits her teeth as yet more liquid leaks down her legs. A wave of shame and disgust fills her, she wanted nothing more than to remove all evidence of the lizard. She had never wished more for a bath or a river to jump in, but she doubted she would find that here. The only water she had was in her canteen, and she could ill afford to lose it.\nSuddenly exhaustion descends on her and she sinks to the ground. Her energy shot and her adrenaline running out she has to rest. Finding her torn and tattered cloak she makes as comfortable a pillow out of it as she can and lays down and let’s sleep take over. If he came back, whatever. What more could he take from her?\nWhen Taleir wakes up she has no idea how long she had been asleep for. Her whole body felt sore but at least she was no longer sapped of energy. For one glorious second, she thought it had all been a nightmare but once she sees the dull sky above her, she was forced to concede that it was not just a dream.\nNot wanting dwell on it she pushes that thought away and searches for her bag. To her relief she finds the bag on the ground. Opening it up she feels a flood of relief that that the contents had not been rummaged through and nothing glass inside had broken. \nPulling out a vial she opens it and downs it in one go. It was bitter but she suddenly felt her whole body cool off then become pleasantly warm. The throbbing on her back from the claws went away and so did all the other aches and pain. Once she drank, she grabs a half of a loaf of bread and wolfs it down. \nOnce she washed it down with a bit of water, she let out a sigh of relief. She didn’t feel quite as good as she had the morning before, but it was a major improvement. She sighs and looks around to see if she can locate her staff.\nHer heart drops when she finally notices the broken staff at her feet. The damage was pretty bad and she wasn’t sure if she would be able to focus her spells though it anymore. Grunting she bends over to pick it up off the ground. At least still made for a decent walking stick…\nStanding back up she tries to remember which direction she had been heading. Spotting the magic damage around her she is able to guess where exactly the battle earlier had started. Keeping a sharp eye out she continued onto into the labyrinth.\nFor the next few days of travelling, she was always on the alert for the Lizard man again. While not seeing him was good, it also made her very uncomfortable as well. She was always jumping at shadows and seeing movement out of the corner of her eye. But never once did she really see him, or so she hoped.\nFinally, after having what she figured was her afternoon lunch she suddenly stepped out of the labyrinth and a great stair case stood before her. Unlike the maze, there were no debris anywhere and the stairs seemed to gleam in the dull light. Unsure if she wanted to follow the staircase she looks to her side and spots a tunnel exactly like the one she had come out of before.\nHoping against hope she makes for the tunnel and follows her usual protocol of keeping one hand on the wall but this time was extremely careful to make sure that there were no tricks inside the tunnel. Just like before there were no indications of anything other than a straight passage. \nAfter some time of walking, she noticed a dim light again. Her heart sinks as she suddenly wonders if she had been sent back to beginning again. But then she felt a cool breeze touch her bare fur. Throwing caution to the wind she runs for the dim light. The sound of her boots hitting the floor echo around her as she charges down the passage and out into the glorious outside.\nIt was a windy rainy day and the moment she got out she felt the cold water pelt her fur. She had never been happier to feel that freezing rain. It seemed that the moment she got out the heavens opened up and the rain began to pour.\nTaleir didn’t move, she just stood there in the middle of the deluge soaking in the rain. She lifts her muzzle up, ears flat and closes her eyes letting the cold water soak her from head to toe. The downpour lasts only a few moments but, in those moments, she had been totally soaked. \nHer hair hung lip, dripping. Her boots felt as though they were filled with water. Her fur lay flat and dripped into the ground beneath her feet. It felt as though all her ordeals had been washed away. Finally, she was “clean” again.\nHer philosophical musings are cut short when she lets out a great sneeze that echoes around the court yard. Suddenly she realizes just how cold she is and she hurries off towards the guard shack now that she had the sense to get out of the rain. Tossing her useless coat down she slumps against the wall and sighs as she curls up to preserve what body heat, she had. \nTaleir didn’t remember falling asleep but she was woken up by the sounds of voices. Human voices. Scrambling up she grabs her damaged staff and moves to the door to listen. It was early morning and was proving to be a nice sunny day, but that was bad if she needed to escape.\nIt wasn’t until she hears that the voices are calling a name that she realizes who they were. It was a search party. For her!\n“Taleir! Are you here!?” \n“H-here I am!” she calls back and runs towards the voices. \nRounding a corner, she finds herself face to face to the party of adventurers who had often given her tips on fighting. The moment they saw her their relief was palpable and the three ran over and hugged her tightly.\nWhen she left a week ago, she hadn’t told anyone where she was going. She would often spend nights out of the town so her orphanage never worried if she was gone for a few days. However, on the 4th day they realized something was wrong. They spent the next few days scouring the woods around the village to no avail.\nFinally, they decided they might need to check the ruins. Seeing as they were the most practiced adventurers, they decided they would need to brave the old fort to see if they could find her. Hoping against hope they had arrived late last night and waited until daylight.\n“You are in SO much trouble Miss Taleir! What were you thinking spending a whole damned week here!?” Admonishes the leader, Lor.\n“You look like you been through a lot!” cries Lena, the healer and only female of the group. Noticing her many scratches, bruises and the marks on her back from the lizards’ claws.\nLor looked like he wanted to yell at her more but allowed Lena to use her magic to heal Taleir. While using her healing magic her hand stops short on her belly and pulls her hand away in shock. She quickly recovers though and continues to heal but it was noticed by everyone.\n“Something wrong Lena?” Lor asks.\n“N-no, just surprised by her condition is all.” She replies quickly.\n“Are you sure?” Lor asks again clearly not buying it.\n“YES, I’M SURE!” She snaps at him.\nThe group becomes quiet at her outburst. She realizes she is giving off more than she had wanted to.\n“Let’s get her back home right away. She clearly needs bed rest!” Lena says forcefully and no one dares disagree.\nWhen she arrived back safe and sound, she was both congratulated for being able to survive but also scolded for being so foolish! Mainly for putting the town in a panic. She had learned a valuable lesson; she wouldn’t be caught like that again! \nOne more win for her is that she will be on bed rest with Miss Lena for a while. She was unusually kind to her since they had found her. Not that she wasn’t normally kind, but just EXTRA kind. Maybe it’s what she said she needed to talk to her about. Well, it’s probably nothing to worry about…\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Warning:  This story contains material that some might find disturbing.  Themes like rape and injury are contained within the story.  If you do not like that sort of thing then you may not enjoy the story.  If you read anyways then you have been warned.

The young fox girl puffed as she made her way down the ancient path.  The bits of rock chipped away from what may have been a very nice cobble stone path crunch beneath her boots as she tries to reach her destination before nightfall.  
She hadn’t brought much in the way of gear.  Just her boots, cape, belt, sack and the gnarled branch she used for channeling her magic.  So, shelter even in a creepy ancient castle or whatever would be preferable than being stuck out under the stars and whatever weather is flung her way.
Nobody in her little village seemed to remember whose castle or keep it belonged to.  For as long as anyone remembered it had always been a ruin.  Stories were of course plentiful in the place of facts, not to mention a fair amount of superstition.  
For despite its age, everyone could only remember it as a ruin.  Clearly, some spell kept it from properly decaying.  Why else were the main buildings, as ruinous as they were still standing?
Taleir however was unimpressed with such stories.  Some magic spell if it hadn’t been able to keep the place in one piece?  If it wasn’t so impressive then what had caused her to make the nearly all-day trek?  Easy, it was adventure… and loot.  
The locals of course never dared to enter the ruins and neither would the local guilds.  Not even those adventuring traders I their caravans would enter to find anything.  So, given how the town had remained nearly untouched by time.   As the ruins had, no one would have gone there, right? So, anything of value would then of course still be there and hers for the taking!
The stories of strange noises at night invoked fear from common villagers but she would not be swayed.  Nothing of great danger lived anywhere near them after all.  Beast or animal, she felt sure she would be able to handle whatever this “dungeon” threw at her!
The young fox pushes past a prickly bush, wincing as she feels yet more scratches added to her collection.  By now she was covered in small scratches and bites.  The path to get to the ruins had been smooth and well-kept till the road detoured to go up to the old keep.  From then on it was nearly impossible to follow the old path.
Finally, after hours of hard going and just as the sun was just setting behind the quilt of leaves and branches; she steps out into what may have been a kind of court yard years ago.  She stops and takes in the view for a moment feeling a rush of unease as well as wonder.  
The ancient stone edifices raised far above her head.  What must have been a gate stood wide open in front of her leading beyond the outer stone walls.  Rotted wood lay scattered on the ground and even some remained on the hinges of the once impressive doors.  
The arch itself appeared to be spread all around her amongst other rubble.  Stealing forward she looks into the shadowy court yard she holds her breath and listens.  No creepy noise could be heard.  No skittering of rodents, hisses of animals nor moan of monster.  All was deathly quiet.  But somehow that made it all the more menacing.  
To her immediate left was a small alcove and an open of what must have been a door.  Stepping into it quietly she found herself in what must have been a small guard room for the gate.  It had no holes and the roof above appeared to be in good condition.  Not wishing to explore when the light was going away soon, she decided she would instead rest here for the night.
Grabbing a light snack from her ruckus she also pulls out a few vials.  Uncorking them she places them at the door and retreats to the back of her shelter.  The smell that came out of them was repulsive, but that was the idea.  No monster or animal would want to be anywhere near that stench.  So long as the smell was there, it would be fairly safe to fall asleep.  Wrapping herself in her cloak she curls up between some rubble and the wall to fall asleep, she would begin her search in the morning.
The morning dawned cold and damp.  A thick fog had descended on the ruins leaving it looking spookier than it had been in the dying light of the sun.  Taleir shivered as she uncurled herself uncomfortably from her corner.  Rubbing her paws across her arms and legs she tried to rub some life back into them.
Taking her stick from the wall she casts a simple spell to produce a small flame.  The heat of the spell felt amazing but didn’t last too long.  Another effect it had though was to clear away the fog a bit.
If only I could cast a large area heat spell to get rid of this fog.   She thought sadly to herself.  
Well wishes never helped anyone!  She reminds herself and grabs her rucksack and steps out into the ruins proper.
It was just as she predicted.  There were plenty of monsters and animals that had made the ruins their homes.  Wolves, giant rats, etc.  One moment she would be entranced by some archaic stone relief the next she would be assailed by some angry creature, upset that their territory was being invaded.  
However, none of them were especially powerful and were easily driven off with some well-placed fire attacks of her gnarled staff.  Among the nests she found the remains of humans and their wares.  Some quick digging easily brought up a few coins that she could add to her meager collections.  
While exploring she finds a whole library somehow still intact.  Tons of books were on shelves and strewn about on the floor.  Many were ripped and their pages used for nests of creatures for perhaps decades or centuries.  Picking up a few she thumbed through the pages to see if any of them were spell books of some kind.  But she soon grew bored and left, she didn’t know how to read in the first place. Then each of those were in the same dead language found on the murals spread thorough the complex.  No images or diagrams to try to decipher.  She had better things to find.
Her explorations were going well.  She searched each building and was finding decent loot.  Old coins, jewelry, even gems in what seemed to be a smith’s shop.  She found old rusted weapons, torn clothes but sadly nothing that would be of any worth to her.  
It was around noon by the time she made her way to what must have been the main building.  It was the largest and somehow the only one intact.  Had she any experience she would have been able to see that this building must have had some religious purpose.  Its tall spires and ornate architecture all spoke of some ancient power.  Perhaps if she had been slightly superstitious, she would have not entered and been spared.
The moment Taleir entered the building the whole atmosphere changed.  The once gloomy empty space of the felt old and empty was instantly heavy and suffocating.  The dark seemed to press around her as if it was its own entity and was offended by the fur’s disturbance.  
A feeling of uneasiness slowly built up inside of her with each step she took.  She didn’t dare use magic to try to light her way, not with the atmosphere as it was.   Instead, she held one paw on the wall to make sure she didn’t stumble across some random hallway or turn.
Just as she feels like she should turn around she spots a pale light in the distance.  She fights the urge to rush towards the light for fear of falling into a trap.  Keeping her pace, she follows the wall until she finally steps out of the tunnel into the cold light.
The young fox stood at the mouth of the tunnel looking around in utter confusion.  She was expecting to find herself in the center of some massive complex and the light to be from some far-off hole in the celling but what she saw was much different.  
The light was from a pale cloudy and misty sky.  Lichen and vines climbed all over ancient, broken columns and arches of stone.  Rubble littered the ground along with broken stone slabs with even more script she had no hope of understanding.  Steel lanterns adorned some of the arches that surprisingly were lit.
The oppressive atmosphere was gone but it was seemingly not replaced with anything at all.  Not a breath of air stirred.  The light itself felt unnatural as did the fog which did not leave her skin clammy or cold.  A feeling of dread was slowly filling her and she did her best to control her urge to charge down the way she came.
This place was unnatural, she needed to leave.  Without so much as a backwards glance at that alien world she turned around and began walking back the she came.  After a few moments she stopped as she suddenly sees a light ahead.  That was impossible, right?  She had walked forever to get to that strange place, hadn’t she?  Swallowing her fear, she kept going and to her confusion and dread found herself standing right where she had moments before.  
A trick, it had to be a trick, right?  Or maybe she had walked down a different path without realizing it?  Turning around she places her hand on the other side of the wall and walked back into the tunnel with a quicker pace.  However just like before she found herself right back where she had been a moment before.  Her legs which were shaking before suddenly give out and she slides down he wall staring out into the bleak world before her.
Taleir’s mind raced as she tried to think back to when she first entered the building.  There had not been any openings, right?  The wall didn’t feel as though it curved?  She didn’t suddenly go down or up an incline?  No matter how much she wracked her brain she just couldn’t think of anything that would explain what had happened.  
She sat on the cool stones for some time as she tried to remember anything she had picked up or told by adventurers that may help her.  Nothing came to mind really.  Just that every trap had an exit.  The facts where if she sat there, she would eventually die, either from lack of food, water or any other nasty surprise this place could throw at her.
Struggling back to her feet she steps carefully out into the degraded room.  Her footsteps echoed eerily in the room as she walked up to one of the many stone tablets.  The inscriptions despite being so old were still easily read… that is if you knew the language.  She sighs and steps up to one of the tumble of stones that used to be an archway.  
Climbing up a large stone pillar at an angle she was able to get to the top and attempt to get her bearings.  To her dismay she realized she had unwittingly stumbled into a labyrinth.  Looking around a little longer however she saw a few places that looked similar to where she was, a low mound of some kind.  Perhaps there was a tunnel there that lead out.
Half climbing half sliding down the lands at the foot of the stone and rubs her rear which had been rubbed raw on the stone.  Cursing her stupidity, she reorients herself and begins traveling roughly the direction she saw the mound in.  Now at least she had a destination.
Taleir’s travel was slow going.  The entire maze seemed to be in a state of disrepair making it difficult to go very fast.  Now that she was in what she figured was a trap of some kind, breaking an ankle would be her doom.  Every rock was a potential trip hazard and she picked around everything as best as she could.
After some hours she finally sits on an overturned rock to take a rest.  Pulling out a canteen she drinks gratefully and nibbles on some tack bread to keep he going.  By her mental calculations it was sure to be night outside by now.  Yet the light here never wavered.  Whoever had made this place was very powerful indeed.
Putting her things back up, she is about to stand when a sudden noise catches her attention.  The next room the sound of stone-on-stone crunching catches her attention followed by the sound of stones falling.  Ever since entering this hell she had not heard a single sound.  Something or someone nearby…
As silently as she can she scoots off the rock and ducks behind a large stone tablet.  She peaks around the corner to see something that makes her blood run cold and her tail puff up.  A large scaley creature carefully steps through the nearby archway and makes its way to the stone she had just been sitting on.  
Even she, a novice could instantly tell that this was a Lizard man.  It was an impressive example of the species too.  It stood nearly six feet tall and was well-muscled.  On each of his 4 fingers were long cruel razor-sharp claws.  To an adventurer who had spent several years abroad a creature like this wouldn’t pose a huge threat, especially to a mage.  But to a novice like her, it would be like fighting a dragon.
She knew that this was NOT a monster she should try to take on.  She NEEDED to escape, and fast.  The Lizard seemed to be quite interested in the rock she had sat upon seconds before and she felt that this may be her best chance of escape.  But before she could try to sneak away the creature straightened up and started to scan the room.
Covering her muzzle to muffle the whimper that nearly escaped her lips she slinks back a bit and waits to see what he did next.  The creature stood to its full height and began to slowly weave its large head back and forth.  Confused and unwilling to run yet she sat where she was and watched.  Soon what it was doing became apparent as she notices the slit like nostrils twitch slowly and its great head slowly zoned in on where she hid.
She had to run.  Now.  Taking a firm grip of her staff she shot forward in the opposite direction of the lizard and shot off a fire attack on it at the same time.  A loud guttural roar is heard behind her and she knows she’s only pissed it off.  Panting she runs as fast as she can with the loud crashes behind her telling her it was in hot pursuit.
In a desperate move to lose it she stops and turns around and fires off as many attacks as she can.  The lizard deftly dodges, but even when it wasn’t fast enough her attack hardly left a mark.  Turning to try to line up another shot she feels the loose stones under her shift then break free pulling a foot from under her.  Unable to correct she watches the sky rotate to her eyes before a blinding pain hit her as her head hits the rocks on the floor.
Before she can move the lizard is upon her.  The sharp claws slice into her hands as it pounces and pins her arms up over her head.  She looks up at the monster in sheer terror as she realizes that this is it.  She was about to die.  So much for her heroic return, accepting her fate she squeezes her eyes shut and waits for the finishing blow.
She sat there, shivering in fear as she waits.  But seconds turn into minutes and still, no death blow.  Did she already die and just not feel it?  Daring to open her eyes she cracks open an eye to find the lizards snout inches from her cheek.  She tries to reel back but is held tight by the brute.  What on earth was it planning?
As she laid there, she dared to hope it wasn’t going to kill her after all.  It began to sniff her more intently and slowly started to sniff down her body.  Unable to figure out what it was doing she sat there and just waited till suddenly its nose went somewhere it had NO business going!
Her fur stands on end when suddenly its scaly nose presses between her legs.  Without thinking she screams in anger and fear and kicks it straight in the snout.  The moment her foot connected with its face it let go of her and lets out a cry of sheer anger. Now free, she rolls over and tries to scramble away. She goes for her staff when she feels the lizard bring its full weight down onto her back.  
Its claws buried into her back and she screams in pain as she is once again pinned by the beast.  This time she felt so much more vulnerable than before, its intentions clear.  She tries to pull herself free but the claws made any movement agony.
Still, she tried to kick and screamed as loudly as she could, curling her tail tightly between her legs.  Hoping that she might be saved from this monster.  But she was alone, alone with it and he had her exactly where it wanted her.
The brute’s claws suddenly pulled free of her one shoulder and before she could try to escape again its scaley hand suddenly wrapped around her leg and tail.  Without thinking she squeezes her legs together with all her strength but is just no match to the lizard’s own strength.  Begging and crying she feels her legs get wrenched apart.
Still trying to escape she suddenly feels a hot, slippery thing get pressed between her legs.  Fear consumes her and she screams louder squirming around trying her best to not let that thing enter her.  The Lizard growls and keeps trying, struggling to keep her still long enough to penetrate.  Each failed attempt sent shivers down her spine as she feels the slippery rod squeeze between her legs, between her butt cheeks and many others.
But it just wasn’t enough.  Finally, the slippery rods path is true and it sinks into her.  A shriek of pain escapes her as she roughly deflowered.  The sharp hot pain causes her to squeeze and force it back out but it was too late.  A few shoves later she finally feels the full girth of his rod squeezed into her stinging and sore pussy.
The girl is given a moments of rest before the lizard pulls out then jams himself back in with brutal efficiency.  Over and over again she feels the lizard ram itself into her.  She sobbed and laid there in total defeat as the lizard defiled her over and over again.
She wondered bleakly how much longer this was going to last before as if on cue, it answers her question.  The Lizard gives a final thrust into her, shoving itself far deeper than before bringing a fresh wave of pain making her cry out feeling something get pierced deep inside before she suddenly feels a rush of heat.
Her belly suddenly becomes hot and swells.  The rod deep inside of her pulses and shudders as the lizard makes strange guttural sounds.  With each pulse felt a rush of hot liquid flood her womb making her belly swell a bit.  Here she felt the lizard suddenly slip free followed the gush of hot liquid pours out of her abused sex.

Dazed she lays there panting hard trying to recover from the ordeal she had just experienced.  She sniffs as fresh tears pour down her cheeks as sharp pains are felt on her back and between her legs.  Her body felt sore as if she had been beaten up as well.  But worst of all was the feeling of that hot liquid oozing out from between her legs.  
She laid there for what felt like an eternity.  Flinching whenever she thinks she hears a noise.  But after a while she dares to rolls over onto her back and pushes herself up.  To her relief the lizard was nowhere to be seen.  Having done its deed, it had seemingly lumbered off leaving her to her fate.
She winces and feels hot tears run down her face as she looks down her body and between her legs.  A pool of reddish white liquid had been left behind by the lizard.  With a shaking paw she reaches between her legs trying to clean herself up some.  Looking at her fingers she shudders seeing that blood was mingled with the liquid.
After doing her best to clean herself out, she stands up on wobbly legs and grits her teeth as yet more liquid leaks down her legs.  A wave of shame and disgust fills her, she wanted nothing more than to remove all evidence of the lizard.  She had never wished more for a bath or a river to jump in, but she doubted she would find that here.  The only water she had was in her canteen, and she could ill afford to lose it.
Suddenly exhaustion descends on her and she sinks to the ground.  Her energy shot and her adrenaline running out she has to rest.  Finding her torn and tattered cloak she makes as comfortable a pillow out of it as she can and lays down and let’s sleep take over.  If he came back, whatever.  What more could he take from her?
When Taleir wakes up she has no idea how long she had been asleep for.  Her whole body felt sore but at least she was no longer sapped of energy.  For one glorious second, she thought it had all been a nightmare but once she sees the dull sky above her, she was forced to concede that it was not just a dream.
Not wanting dwell on it she pushes that thought away and searches for her bag.  To her relief she finds the bag on the ground.  Opening it up she feels a flood of relief that that the contents had not been rummaged through and nothing glass inside had broken.  
Pulling out a vial she opens it and downs it in one go.  It was bitter but she suddenly felt her whole body cool off then become pleasantly warm.  The throbbing on her back from the claws went away and so did all the other aches and pain.  Once she drank, she grabs a half of a loaf of bread and wolfs it down.  
Once she washed it down with a bit of water, she let out a sigh of relief.  She didn’t feel quite as good as she had the morning before, but it was a major improvement.  She sighs and looks around to see if she can locate her staff.
Her heart drops when she finally notices the broken staff at her feet.  The damage was pretty bad and she wasn’t sure if she would be able to focus her spells though it anymore.  Grunting she bends over to pick it up off the ground.  At least still made for a decent walking stick…
Standing back up she tries to remember which direction she had been heading.  Spotting the magic damage around her she is able to guess where exactly the battle earlier had started.  Keeping a sharp eye out she continued onto into the labyrinth.
For the next few days of travelling, she was always on the alert for the Lizard man again.  While not seeing him was good, it also made her very uncomfortable as well.  She was always jumping at shadows and seeing movement out of the corner of her eye.  But never once did she really see him, or so she hoped.
Finally, after having what she figured was her afternoon lunch she suddenly stepped out of the labyrinth and a great stair case stood before her.  Unlike the maze, there were no debris anywhere and the stairs seemed to gleam in the dull light.  Unsure if she wanted to follow the staircase she looks to her side and spots a tunnel exactly like the one she had come out of before.
Hoping against hope she makes for the tunnel and follows her usual protocol of keeping one hand on the wall but this time was extremely careful to make sure that there were no tricks inside the tunnel.  Just like before there were no indications of anything other than a straight passage.  
After some time of walking, she noticed a dim light again.  Her heart sinks as she suddenly wonders if she had been sent back to beginning again.  But then she felt a cool breeze touch her bare fur.  Throwing caution to the wind she runs for the dim light.  The sound of her boots hitting the floor echo around her as she charges down the passage and out into the glorious outside.
It was a windy rainy day and the moment she got out she felt the cold water pelt her fur.  She had never been happier to feel that freezing rain.  It seemed that the moment she got out the heavens opened up and the rain began to pour.
Taleir didn’t move, she just stood there in the middle of the deluge soaking in the rain.  She lifts her muzzle up, ears flat and closes her eyes letting the cold water soak her from head to toe.  The downpour lasts only a few moments but, in those moments, she had been totally soaked.  
Her hair hung lip, dripping.  Her boots felt as though they were filled with water.  Her fur lay flat and dripped into the ground beneath her feet.  It felt as though all her ordeals had been washed away.  Finally, she was “clean” again.
Her philosophical musings are cut short when she lets out a great sneeze that echoes around the court yard.  Suddenly she realizes just how cold she is and she hurries off towards the guard shack now that she had the sense to get out of the rain.  Tossing her useless coat down she slumps against the wall and sighs as she curls up to preserve what body heat, she had.  
Taleir didn’t remember falling asleep but she was woken up by the sounds of voices.  Human voices.  Scrambling up she grabs her damaged staff and moves to the door to listen.  It was early morning and was proving to be a nice sunny day, but that was bad if she needed to escape.
It wasn’t until she hears that the voices are calling a name that she realizes who they were.  It was a search party.  For her!
“Taleir!  Are you here!?”  
“H-here I am!” she calls back and runs towards the voices.  
Rounding a corner, she finds herself face to face to the party of adventurers who had often given her tips on fighting.  The moment they saw her their relief was palpable and the three ran over and hugged her tightly.
When she left a week ago, she hadn’t told anyone where she was going.  She would often spend nights out of the town so her orphanage never worried if she was gone for a few days.  However, on the 4th day they realized something was wrong.  They spent the next few days scouring the woods around the village to no avail.
Finally, they decided they might need to check the ruins.  Seeing as they were the most practiced adventurers, they decided they would need to brave the old fort to see if they could find her.  Hoping against hope they had arrived late last night and waited until daylight.
“You are in SO much trouble Miss Taleir!  What were you thinking spending a whole damned week here!?”  Admonishes the leader, Lor.
“You look like you been through a lot!” cries Lena, the healer and only female of the group.  Noticing her many scratches, bruises and the marks on her back from the lizards’ claws.
Lor looked like he wanted to yell at her more but allowed Lena to use her magic to heal Taleir.  While using her healing magic her hand stops short on her belly and pulls her hand away in shock.  She quickly recovers though and continues to heal but it was noticed by everyone.
“Something wrong Lena?”  Lor asks.
“N-no, just surprised by her condition is all.”  She replies quickly.
“Are you sure?”  Lor asks again clearly not buying it.
“YES, I’M SURE!”  She snaps at him.
The group becomes quiet at her outburst.  She realizes she is giving off more than she had wanted to.
“Let’s get her back home right away.  She clearly needs bed rest!”  Lena says forcefully and no one dares disagree.
When she arrived back safe and sound, she was both congratulated for being able to survive but also scolded for being so foolish!  Mainly for putting the town in a panic.  She had learned a valuable lesson; she wouldn’t be caught like that again!  
One more win for her is that she will be on bed rest with Miss Lena for a while.  She was unusually kind to her since they had found her.  Not that she wasn’t normally kind, but just EXTRA kind.  Maybe it’s what she said she needed to talk to her about.  Well, it’s probably nothing to worry about…
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