{ "submission_id": "3492193", "keywords": [ { "keyword_id": "817239", "keyword_name": "anthroonanthro", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "5" }, { "keyword_id": "708713", "keyword_name": "baphometh", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "1" }, { "keyword_id": "16806", "keyword_name": "bond", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "229" }, { "keyword_id": "817241", "keyword_name": "connectionkeywords:", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "1" }, { "keyword_id": "589", "keyword_name": "creatures", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "420" }, { "keyword_id": "38602", "keyword_name": "dome", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "59" }, { "keyword_id": "208363", "keyword_name": "emissary", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "11" }, { "keyword_id": "7653", "keyword_name": "emotional", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "851" }, { "keyword_id": "817240", "keyword_name": "eververdant", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "1" }, { "keyword_id": "2193", "keyword_name": "fantasy", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "27440" }, { "keyword_id": "123", "keyword_name": "female", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "1102935" }, { "keyword_id": "23", "keyword_name": "forest", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "15133" }, { "keyword_id": "145528", "keyword_name": "geothermal", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "3" }, { "keyword_id": "34", "keyword_name": "goat", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "24312" }, { "keyword_id": "30083", "keyword_name": "goatman", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "15" }, { "keyword_id": "579", "keyword_name": "kiss", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "15274" }, { "keyword_id": "1362", "keyword_name": "magical", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "1714" }, { "keyword_id": "165", "keyword_name": "male", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "1213002" }, { "keyword_id": "11507", "keyword_name": "male/female", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "98392" }, { "keyword_id": "241915", "keyword_name": "maleonfemale", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "41" }, { "keyword_id": "1379", "keyword_name": "missionary", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "8405" }, { "keyword_id": "5076", "keyword_name": "mystical", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "347" }, { "keyword_id": "2126", "keyword_name": "mythical", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "1219" }, { "keyword_id": "6776", "keyword_name": "order", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "477" }, { "keyword_id": "526", "keyword_name": "panda", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "18856" }, { "keyword_id": "438", "keyword_name": "pool", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "7352" }, { "keyword_id": "12030", "keyword_name": "quest", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "729" }, { "keyword_id": "10", "keyword_name": "red", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "17444" }, { "keyword_id": "40346", "keyword_name": "sacred", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "71" }, { "keyword_id": "29090", "keyword_name": "sanctuary", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "21" }, { "keyword_id": "3089", "keyword_name": "stand", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "758" }, { "keyword_id": "948", "keyword_name": "story", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "14259" }, { "keyword_id": "33388", "keyword_name": "union", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "57" }, { "keyword_id": "159559", "keyword_name": "verdant", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "3" } ], "hidden": "f", "scraps": "f", "favorite": "f", "favorites_count": "1", "create_datetime": "2024-12-04 15:53:33.609688+00", "create_datetime_usertime": "04 Dec 2024 16:53 CET", "last_file_update_datetime": "2024-12-04 15:46:38.065094+00", "last_file_update_datetime_usertime": "04 Dec 2024 16:46 CET", "username": "vuthardragon", "user_id": "859537", "user_icon_file_name": null, "user_icon_url_large": null, "user_icon_url_medium": null, "user_icon_url_small": null, "file_name": "5330039_vuthardragon_0000.jpg", "file_url_full": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/full/5330/5330039_vuthardragon_0000.jpg", "file_url_screen": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/screen/5330/5330039_vuthardragon_0000.jpg", "file_url_preview": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/5330/5330039_vuthardragon_0000.jpg", "thumbnail_url_huge": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/huge/5330/5330039_vuthardragon_0000.jpg", "thumbnail_url_large": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/large/5330/5330039_vuthardragon_0000.jpg", "thumbnail_url_medium": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/medium/5330/5330039_vuthardragon_0000.jpg", "thumb_huge_x": "300", "thumb_huge_y": "55", "thumb_large_x": "200", "thumb_large_y": "36", "thumb_medium_x": "120", "thumb_medium_y": "22", "thumbnail_url_huge_noncustom": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/5330/5330039_vuthardragon_0000.jpg", "thumbnail_url_large_noncustom": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/large/5330/5330039_vuthardragon_0000_noncustom.jpg", "thumbnail_url_medium_noncustom": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/medium/5330/5330039_vuthardragon_0000_noncustom.jpg", "thumb_medium_noncustom_x": "120", "thumb_medium_noncustom_y": "22", "thumb_large_noncustom_x": "200", "thumb_large_noncustom_y": "36", "thumb_huge_noncustom_x": "300", "thumb_huge_noncustom_y": "55", "files": [ { "file_id": "5330039", "file_name": "5330039_vuthardragon_0000.jpg", "file_url_full": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/full/5330/5330039_vuthardragon_0000.jpg", "file_url_screen": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/screen/5330/5330039_vuthardragon_0000.jpg", "file_url_preview": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/5330/5330039_vuthardragon_0000.jpg", "mimetype": "image/jpeg", "submission_id": "3492193", "user_id": "859537", "submission_file_order": "0", "full_size_x": "439", "full_size_y": "80", "screen_size_x": "439", "screen_size_y": "80", "preview_size_x": "300", "preview_size_y": "55", "initial_file_md5": "7de8466485ac1726c5f4d01aaeef2192", "full_file_md5": "390b3540b692043f9652148a22159608", "large_file_md5": "4f215fd272e65cec6070323ea82f7a1e", "small_file_md5": "794f325e946c58a09a07d236964ddce0", "thumbnail_md5": "3b0e4f472bcb93a580f22d01ff8af3d8", "deleted": "f", "create_datetime": "2024-12-04 15:46:38.065094+00", "create_datetime_usertime": "04 Dec 2024 16:46 CET", "thumbnail_url_huge": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/huge/5330/5330039_vuthardragon_0000.jpg", "thumbnail_url_large": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/large/5330/5330039_vuthardragon_0000.jpg", "thumbnail_url_medium": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/medium/5330/5330039_vuthardragon_0000.jpg", "thumb_huge_x": "300", "thumb_huge_y": "55", "thumb_large_x": "200", "thumb_large_y": "36", "thumb_medium_x": "120", "thumb_medium_y": "22", "thumbnail_url_huge_noncustom": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/5330/5330039_vuthardragon_0000.jpg", "thumbnail_url_large_noncustom": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/large/5330/5330039_vuthardragon_0000_noncustom.jpg", "thumbnail_url_medium_noncustom": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/medium/5330/5330039_vuthardragon_0000_noncustom.jpg", "thumb_medium_noncustom_x": "120", "thumb_medium_noncustom_y": "22", "thumb_large_noncustom_x": "200", "thumb_large_noncustom_y": "36", "thumb_huge_noncustom_x": "300", "thumb_huge_noncustom_y": "55" } ], "pools": [], "description": "Deep in the mystical Eververdant Forest, a goatman and a red panda cross paths in a sacred dome. While the goatman finds solace in nature's warmth, the red panda delivers a quest that binds them to a shared destiny. Later, under the moonlit canopy, the two form an intimate bond, revealing desires of belonging and connection. Together, they embrace the forest's timeless beauty and its secrets.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Deep in the mystical Eververdant Forest, a goatman and a red panda cross paths in a sacred dome. While the goatman finds solace in nature's warmth, the red panda delivers a quest that binds them to a shared destiny. Later, under the moonlit canopy, the two form an intimate bond, revealing desires of belonging and connection. Together, they embrace the forest's timeless beauty and its secrets.", "writing": " The Goatman’s Sanctuary\n\nDeep within the heart of the ancient Eververdant Forest, where sunlight fractured into golden shafts upon a sea of emerald leaves, stood a secluded sanctuary—a dome of intertwined timber and moss. This sacred space, rumored to have been built by druids long ago, radiated an aura of peace and mystique. Its wooden walls formed an intricate lattice, with delicate vines snaking through every crevice, allowing hints of the outside world to bleed in. In the middle of the dome, a steaming pool of crystalline water mirrored the dancing light, exuding the comforting warmth of geothermal springs.\n\nA lone figure stepped into the sacred space, his presence as commanding as the towering oaks beyond the walls. He was a goatman, a creature of fabled heritage, his fur mottled in earthy hues that blended seamlessly with his surroundings. His proud horns spiraled upward, their polished surface catching the ambient glow. His form was robust yet elegant, a testament to years spent mastering both the wilds and the art of combat.\n\nRemoving the last remnants of his gear—a leather chest plate adorned with sigils of protection—he allowed himself to stand utterly exposed under the soft glow of the filtered sunlight. This was not merely a ritual of hygiene but a communion with nature itself. As the steam curled around him, shrouding his body in ethereal mist, he stepped into the pool. The warmth embraced him, melting away the tensions etched into his muscular frame by years of wandering and warfare.\n\nClosing his eyes, the goatman tilted his head back, letting the cascading water from an overhead spout wash over his thick fur. Every droplet carried with it whispers of the forest—ancient tales of beasts, forgotten battles, and the undying rhythm of life. His mind drifted, recalling moments of glory and sorrow, the faces of allies lost and enemies vanquished.\n\nThe tranquility of the moment was broken only by the soft rustling of leaves, a sound so subtle it could have been mistaken for the forest's natural symphony. But the goatman, ever vigilant, opened one eye, his keen senses attuned to the slightest disturbance. Emerging from the shadows was a creature as enigmatic as the dome itself—a red panda, its vibrant fur a stark contrast to the muted tones of the forest.\n\nThe red panda approached cautiously, its bright eyes shimmering with curiosity. It carried a small satchel strapped across its lithe frame. Without a word, it placed the bag on the edge of the pool and took a step back, bowing its head respectfully. The goatman studied the creature, recognizing the insignia on the satchel—a symbol of the Verdant Order, an elusive guild of protectors sworn to preserve the forest's sanctity.\n\nBreaking the silence, the red panda spoke in a melodic tone, \"Traveler, the forest has whispered of your deeds. The Order bids you a task of great importance.\"\n\nThe goatman’s deep voice resonated within the dome, a blend of authority and weariness. \"Speak, emissary. What does the forest require of me?\"\n\n\"The Veil of Ygrath has been breached,\" the red panda replied, its voice trembling slightly. \"A rift spills corruption into the heart of the forest. Only one who walks between beast and man can mend it.\"\n\nThe goatman sighed, the weight of yet another quest pressing upon his broad shoulders. Yet, in his heart, he knew his path was never meant to be one of rest. Rising from the pool, water cascading down his powerful form, he donned a fresh determination. Taking the satchel, he nodded to the red panda.\n\n\"Lead the way,\" he commanded.\n\nAs the dome faded into the distance and the forest enveloped them once more, the goatman couldn’t help but feel a spark of hope. For in every challenge lay the chance to preserve the harmony of the world he so deeply cherished.\n\nThe forest’s evening serenade filled the air—a symphony of rustling leaves, distant birdcalls, and the soft gurgle of a nearby brook. In a secluded corner of the Eververdant Forest, where the cobbled pathways were kissed by moonlight, a wooden bench cradled two figures amidst the quiet serenity. The goatman, his towering form shadowed by the faint glow of the rising moon, sat with his muscular arms crossed, his posture uncharacteristically relaxed. Beside him, the red panda, her vibrant fur glowing softly, perched on the edge of the bench, her luminous eyes glancing shyly at her companion.\n\nThe bench was simple but elegant, its planks smooth and well-worn, adorned with a cushion patterned like the night sky. It was a place where forest denizens often found solace, but tonight, it served as the stage for something far more intimate—a meeting of souls.\n\nThe goatman broke the silence first, his deep, rumbling voice betraying a hint of nervousness. “It’s rare to find peace like this,” he said, his golden eyes catching the faint glimmer of starlight. “Rarer still to share it with someone.”\n\nThe red panda smiled, her ears twitching at his words. “I wasn’t sure if you’d come,” she admitted, her voice soft but steady. “You always seemed so... distant. Like the forest itself—strong, unyielding, but impossible to grasp.”\n\nThe goatman chuckled, a sound as rich and earthy as the soil beneath them. “I’ve spent so long wandering, fighting for causes, protecting others. I suppose I forgot how to... be present. But tonight is different.”\n\nHis words hung in the air, their weight palpable. The red panda shifted closer, her small frame dwarfed by his, yet her presence was no less commanding. She placed a delicate paw on his forearm, her touch light but firm. “You don’t always have to carry the weight of the world, you know,” she whispered. “Sometimes, it’s okay to let someone else share the burden.”\n\nThe goatman turned to her, his usually stern features softening. “You speak as if you’ve known me forever,” he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Yet, we’ve only just met.”\n\n“Some connections,” she replied, “are timeless. They don’t need years to take root.”\n\nFor a moment, they sat in silence, the forest around them fading into the background. The goatman’s gaze fell to her paw, still resting on his arm. He reached out, his large, clawed hand enveloping hers with surprising gentleness. “I’ve spent my life guarding walls, both physical and emotional,” he confessed. “But with you... it feels like those walls don’t matter.”\n\nThe red panda’s cheeks flushed, her tail curling around her feet as if to hide her embarrassment. “You have a way with words for someone who claims to be guarded,” she teased, though her voice trembled with sincerity.\n\nHe laughed, a deep, hearty sound that seemed to vibrate through the bench. “Perhaps you bring out a side of me I didn’t know existed,” he said.\n\nThe moon climbed higher, its silver light casting their shadows on the cobblestones below. As the night deepened, the goatman leaned back, his broad shoulders pressing against the bench’s wooden slats. The red panda followed suit, her head resting lightly against his arm. Together, they gazed up at the canopy, where stars winked through the gaps in the leaves.\n\n“Tell me about your dreams,” she said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence.\n\n“My dreams?” he echoed, caught off guard. “I’ve never thought about them.”\n\n“Then tell me what your heart desires,” she pressed, her voice barely above a whisper.\n\nHe thought for a moment before replying, “To find a place where I belong. To feel... understood.”\n\nThe red panda smiled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Perhaps you’ve already found it,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion.\n\nHe turned to her, his golden eyes locking with her amber ones. In that moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. Slowly, hesitantly, the goatman reached up, his hand brushing against her cheek. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed.\n\nAs their foreheads touched, a sense of calm enveloped them, as if the forest itself were blessing their union. No words were needed; their connection transcended language. For the first time in years, the goatman felt a spark of hope, a promise of something beyond duty and solitude.\n\nAnd as the night wore on, they remained there, two souls finding solace in each other, the forest their only witness.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": " The Goatman’s Sanctuary

Deep within the heart of the ancient Eververdant Forest, where sunlight fractured into golden shafts upon a sea of emerald leaves, stood a secluded sanctuary—a dome of intertwined timber and moss. This sacred space, rumored to have been built by druids long ago, radiated an aura of peace and mystique. Its wooden walls formed an intricate lattice, with delicate vines snaking through every crevice, allowing hints of the outside world to bleed in. In the middle of the dome, a steaming pool of crystalline water mirrored the dancing light, exuding the comforting warmth of geothermal springs.

A lone figure stepped into the sacred space, his presence as commanding as the towering oaks beyond the walls. He was a goatman, a creature of fabled heritage, his fur mottled in earthy hues that blended seamlessly with his surroundings. His proud horns spiraled upward, their polished surface catching the ambient glow. His form was robust yet elegant, a testament to years spent mastering both the wilds and the art of combat.

Removing the last remnants of his gear—a leather chest plate adorned with sigils of protection—he allowed himself to stand utterly exposed under the soft glow of the filtered sunlight. This was not merely a ritual of hygiene but a communion with nature itself. As the steam curled around him, shrouding his body in ethereal mist, he stepped into the pool. The warmth embraced him, melting away the tensions etched into his muscular frame by years of wandering and warfare.

Closing his eyes, the goatman tilted his head back, letting the cascading water from an overhead spout wash over his thick fur. Every droplet carried with it whispers of the forest—ancient tales of beasts, forgotten battles, and the undying rhythm of life. His mind drifted, recalling moments of glory and sorrow, the faces of allies lost and enemies vanquished.

The tranquility of the moment was broken only by the soft rustling of leaves, a sound so subtle it could have been mistaken for the forest's natural symphony. But the goatman, ever vigilant, opened one eye, his keen senses attuned to the slightest disturbance. Emerging from the shadows was a creature as enigmatic as the dome itself—a red panda, its vibrant fur a stark contrast to the muted tones of the forest.

The red panda approached cautiously, its bright eyes shimmering with curiosity. It carried a small satchel strapped across its lithe frame. Without a word, it placed the bag on the edge of the pool and took a step back, bowing its head respectfully. The goatman studied the creature, recognizing the insignia on the satchel—a symbol of the Verdant Order, an elusive guild of protectors sworn to preserve the forest's sanctity.

Breaking the silence, the red panda spoke in a melodic tone, "Traveler, the forest has whispered of your deeds. The Order bids you a task of great importance."

The goatman’s deep voice resonated within the dome, a blend of authority and weariness. "Speak, emissary. What does the forest require of me?"

"The Veil of Ygrath has been breached," the red panda replied, its voice trembling slightly. "A rift spills corruption into the heart of the forest. Only one who walks between beast and man can mend it."

The goatman sighed, the weight of yet another quest pressing upon his broad shoulders. Yet, in his heart, he knew his path was never meant to be one of rest. Rising from the pool, water cascading down his powerful form, he donned a fresh determination. Taking the satchel, he nodded to the red panda.

"Lead the way," he commanded.

As the dome faded into the distance and the forest enveloped them once more, the goatman couldn’t help but feel a spark of hope. For in every challenge lay the chance to preserve the harmony of the world he so deeply cherished.

The forest’s evening serenade filled the air—a symphony of rustling leaves, distant birdcalls, and the soft gurgle of a nearby brook. In a secluded corner of the Eververdant Forest, where the cobbled pathways were kissed by moonlight, a wooden bench cradled two figures amidst the quiet serenity. The goatman, his towering form shadowed by the faint glow of the rising moon, sat with his muscular arms crossed, his posture uncharacteristically relaxed. Beside him, the red panda, her vibrant fur glowing softly, perched on the edge of the bench, her luminous eyes glancing shyly at her companion.

The bench was simple but elegant, its planks smooth and well-worn, adorned with a cushion patterned like the night sky. It was a place where forest denizens often found solace, but tonight, it served as the stage for something far more intimate—a meeting of souls.

The goatman broke the silence first, his deep, rumbling voice betraying a hint of nervousness. “It’s rare to find peace like this,” he said, his golden eyes catching the faint glimmer of starlight. “Rarer still to share it with someone.”

The red panda smiled, her ears twitching at his words. “I wasn’t sure if you’d come,” she admitted, her voice soft but steady. “You always seemed so... distant. Like the forest itself—strong, unyielding, but impossible to grasp.”

The goatman chuckled, a sound as rich and earthy as the soil beneath them. “I’ve spent so long wandering, fighting for causes, protecting others. I suppose I forgot how to... be present. But tonight is different.”

His words hung in the air, their weight palpable. The red panda shifted closer, her small frame dwarfed by his, yet her presence was no less commanding. She placed a delicate paw on his forearm, her touch light but firm. “You don’t always have to carry the weight of the world, you know,” she whispered. “Sometimes, it’s okay to let someone else share the burden.”

The goatman turned to her, his usually stern features softening. “You speak as if you’ve known me forever,” he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Yet, we’ve only just met.”

“Some connections,” she replied, “are timeless. They don’t need years to take root.”

For a moment, they sat in silence, the forest around them fading into the background. The goatman’s gaze fell to her paw, still resting on his arm. He reached out, his large, clawed hand enveloping hers with surprising gentleness. “I’ve spent my life guarding walls, both physical and emotional,” he confessed. “But with you... it feels like those walls don’t matter.”

The red panda’s cheeks flushed, her tail curling around her feet as if to hide her embarrassment. “You have a way with words for someone who claims to be guarded,” she teased, though her voice trembled with sincerity.

He laughed, a deep, hearty sound that seemed to vibrate through the bench. “Perhaps you bring out a side of me I didn’t know existed,” he said.

The moon climbed higher, its silver light casting their shadows on the cobblestones below. As the night deepened, the goatman leaned back, his broad shoulders pressing against the bench’s wooden slats. The red panda followed suit, her head resting lightly against his arm. Together, they gazed up at the canopy, where stars winked through the gaps in the leaves.

“Tell me about your dreams,” she said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence.

“My dreams?” he echoed, caught off guard. “I’ve never thought about them.”

“Then tell me what your heart desires,” she pressed, her voice barely above a whisper.

He thought for a moment before replying, “To find a place where I belong. To feel... understood.”

The red panda smiled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Perhaps you’ve already found it,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion.

He turned to her, his golden eyes locking with her amber ones. In that moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. Slowly, hesitantly, the goatman reached up, his hand brushing against her cheek. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed.

As their foreheads touched, a sense of calm enveloped them, as if the forest itself were blessing their union. No words were needed; their connection transcended language. For the first time in years, the goatman felt a spark of hope, a promise of something beyond duty and solitude.

And as the night wore on, they remained there, two souls finding solace in each other, the forest their only witness.

", "pools_count": 0, "title": "The Goatman’s Sanctuary story", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "image/jpeg", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "32" }