Kyarako

In the days that have passed, much collecting and gathering have occurred and overseeing it all Maize, the Warden of the Autum Harvest. Along with many crew Mantle who have offered their services in the collecting, a bounty of crops were harvested . From carrots and sweet potatoes to apples and blackberries, Maize oversaw the mount of baskets that were filled to the brim.
One crop after another, the largest fields were harvested until Maize had come to the humble abode of Wattson and Rezart. Having shared a first meal in the lands with the the day after he arrived, he was happy to join them in harvesting their small crop below the canopy. Amidst the trees, a clearing with perhaps only ten or so rows of crop to harvest and young crew Rezart picking and shucking the bright yellow sweet corn into a basket and placing the husks into a separate pile. Wattson was found picking berries and gingerly placing them in their own basket so as to not squish any of the ripened berries.
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Summer was coming to a close; the heat of the days becoming less and the warm evenings cooling with a fog settling the dried grounds and winds bringing the new season as the nights passed. An owl gives a haunting call in the moonlight night sky, wing beats barely audible as it glided through the trees. The owl, of a Tyto class, perched on a low branch just above a sitting Mantlebeast. Warden of the Niche Tyto Owls, Wattson watched the stars with a soft smile over his face as he was sitting on a large log.
The first full moon of the Autumn Harvest was rising and with it, an expected visit from an old friend.  The old Tyto Warden adjusted his sitting position by crossing one long spindling leg over the other and holding his decorated cane before him. His ears twitched as he heard a sound of scurrying behind him but his eyes never left the face of the moon.
"Rezart... what are you doing up so late...?" He gave a small chuckle. From behind a large tree, a smaller Mantlebeast of the cr

It was a very somber afternoon. Rayne hadn't expected his long time friend and mentor to pass away so suddenly. The tall man of shimmering long hair walked along a stretch of road thinking. Rayne often remembered as a child running across the fields to a ranch filled with Kukuri pups and doves. Now as an adult, he walked along the road and the bordering ranch fence, looking over the fields and seeing nothing. No Kukuri dotted the area. He suspected they were all  boarded up in the barn, but even then there should be quite a few running the feilds. Due to the lack thereof, Rayne began to worry what had become of the old man’s Kukuri. The old man never boarded them. He loved seeing them run free and always walked the grounds greeting each of them. He trained under the old man as part time breeder and learned a lot alongside the old man’s children whom he had come to know as relatively close friends. As Rayne approached the main gates of the ranch, he noticed there was a