Selati, a big construct forced to work in the cobalt mines of Ilmare, is terrified of the overseers. Danger dogs his every breath, somehow the leader of his ragged work crew, and he finally has enough when the mine itself almost kills him. Humans or no humans, he refuses to let his crew die down in the dark. As his crew takes their stand in their bid for freedom, rescue comes. Freedom in the light and a whole new life awaits.<br><br>It’s a duty Aleledai takes great pride in, saving his fellow Caniean. Humans might have created them to mine and nothing more, but like all things, the Caniean are not the mindless beasts humans intended to work to death for resources. Selati’s rescue is probably his greatest accomplishment, because something about this one becomes everything Aleledai was missing, that made freedom perfect.<br><br>Humans don’t let go of their things easily, though and war is coming, no matter what the Caniean want. The price of freedom is always high. Aleledai only hopes the price isn’t everything he’s found worth living for.

A Soldier's Horizon

Aleledai’s whole torso was flushed a deep rose. Panting breaths made his lover’s chest rise and fall, rapid and sporadic, belly twitching at the same time. His long tail seemed unable to stop clutching Selati’s scales. His face was the same hue as the rest of his skin, mouth slack with desire, head on the topmost coil of Selati’s lower half while the rest of him was secure in the center of the loops. Long brown hair splayed across their bednest and ghosted along Selati’s mottled scales. Aleledai was the picture of debauchery, and Selati was never more proud of himself.


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