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Rab: To and fromI still ran.
Even though Yalta’s silent, physical kindnesses compelled me to return to the Warren - so often now that he called him his half-moon visitor, coming as I did almost each time Gealach’s face was split in two - I still ran. The time I spent with the old herbalist seemed to have re-awakened the seed of fear with a vengeance; while before it had only risen when the silence grew too great, now it throbbed through me every time I woke; every time I tried to sleep. The only way to quiet it seemed to seek company, because then at least I had to think on something else.
It was back to how it had been before I fled for the first time: I lied to keep the seed at bay, and when I was alone it consumed me.
I lost count now of the times I fell as I flew through the tunnels; lost count of the number of grimaces and growls from Yalta as he saw yet another scrape, another bruise, another bloodied knee. I could not stop myself from running and as I ran I could not stop; I would s
Answering the Call Featuring: Lady Hafina
Mentions: Princess Edith & Princess Lunastre
Spring, Year 772 of the New Age
The market was full of does and stags, gently crowding and shuffling from vender to vender. The freshness of the spring morning air filled Hafina’s lungs and made her eyes almost water. She had left her father’s glade without a guard again. Her father was adamant that she needed one now, soon he would be assigning her one but for now she was enjoying the freedoms of still having a little bit of independence. From where she stood at the entrance of the market, the lulling wordless roar of the market as countle
Chasing the Mimic Featuring: Lady Hafina & NPC Guard
Mentions: Princess Edith, Princess Lunastre & Terrin
Spring, Year 772 of the New Age
The sun was just reaching its highest point in the sky. The mild spring temperatures were bringing out the beautiful birds and blossoms that had been missed all winter long. There was a cacophony of calls all above the tree tops as birds of all colors fluttered from branch to branch watching the two figures bellow pushing through the Glenwood. Hafina’s pale coat stood out against the dark green new growth that the sun’s rays had been nurturing since the winter snows had melted completely. Her g
The King Is Dead *TWI*Flamma
The dark red doe smirked at her fawns as they play sparred in the snow. She had come to realize that they were not fawns anymore so she chose to not patrol till spring came. She managed to get away with it but, of course, she had to make it up. She did not care. She was able to spend the whole winter with her oldest and especially her youngest. Her thoughts were interrupted by snow being flung onto her nose. "Boys be careful now. I do not want to have to stop you two cause you are getting rough." She stated as the two continued to fling snow. She was a worry wart but seeing her boys ever get hurt would make her go nuts.
The stag laughed and grunted as his little brother decided to spar with him without warning. The two started to get rough without knowing it. His mother called to them. She had a point. They were getting a bit rowdy but it was worth it to teach his brother a few skills. He smirked as they paused breathing hard. Their breath colliding in clouds
Thank you Spring had the pride in its grip. It was in the air and despite the events of last year, there was something in the air that seemed to breathe new life. It was also a time of plenty, when everyone seemed to wake up from their winter’s sleep as it were. With the cold and the dark gone, spirits lifted and the mood got more cheerful.
The day reminded Faron of a day, years ago, when he was still a young cat and had almost lost his eye. It seemed that it would only be the first of many scars that would tell the story of his life. And the last scars he had gotten had even almost cost it.
Slowly, he walked around the Outpost, reflecting on the past year and a half and thinking about how he should go in in the future. It might have been years since he was on kind of speaking terms with his father, but after his fight and the following recovery, they had talked. Well, sort of. It had been more akin to a shouting match against each other, but the words his father had s
I am no lady and I said: kill itFeaturing: Zynthel, NPC slave girl
Year 104 after the Great Release, Summer
Giza House, Zynthel den
She had never imagined herself as a mother and probably never will. but the fact that her own cousin had been crowned Matron Mother last winter made her furious. She just had it all! She killed her own sister and waited for their aging mother to pass away. Sleek and slim. And pregnant no less! When Zynthel the news that Nazira had hooked up a male, Zynthel had done the same. For once, she wanted to do better! She wanted to proof that she was not a low-life, that she was a high standing member of the family!
SO that was the reason why she was now laying in her den, her belly round with cubs and a painful streak on her face. but Zynthel didn't cried nor whimpered. In fact, she even liked the feeling of pain and the fact she could do nothing against it. She pushed with every contractions, no sound leaving her mouth. And then she fell the first cub leaving
[SI] Visions of WhiteFeaturing Tiris - Female - Princess
Spring, Y107 After the Great Release
Giza, Duran Territory
A flick of her ear. A twitch of her tail. A tremor in her paws. It was clear to anyone watching -- though of course no one was -- that the young Duran heiress wasn't having the best sleep. Normally a relatively heavy sleeper, this night she was restless, turning and tossing in her sleep as her muscles twinged and relaxed, as if reacting to whatever was going on in her subconscious. Her heart raced in her chest before her purple eyes violently shot open, scrambling to her paws with a small gasp and light growl in her throat. Calming herself as she realized the rest of her family was sleeping, not wanting to wake her sister or her mother, she groomed herself for a brief period of time to calm her nerves as she thought before quietly getting to her paws and slinking out of the den, the guards of course not daring to speak
NEWS: Mid October Announcements - Goodbye slots!Goodbye slots!
The slot system is gone! Yes people, no more slot restrictions! We are now working with a Creation Limit!
How is this now working?
Easy peesy! Every Month, you can obtain 3 designs/character on one (or more) of the following way
- Design Pool
- Token designs
- Cub designs
- Returned character
- Adopting a character from another member
We will look at the date of application or design creation! This means if you would submit a design on 31 October, but it's only checked on 4 November, that the design counts for your total of OCTOBER!!!
There are of course some options to go over this limit, which are
- Group Auctions
- Group Raffles
- Special creation periods (think about Christmas, The anniversary, ...)
- Pre-made characters
To keep track on how many designs you obtained, you will see that behind your listed characters in our
SI | Life and Death"You've missed a spot again, sister," Chysa hissed gleefully as Sekhmet stumbled after her hit to Chysa's chest fell short. Her sister shoved the thrashing younger shedu into the wall, following with a slash to her belly. Sekhmet was not in the mood or condition to reply- the spar Meeka had ordered for both of them had been drawn out to hours, Chysa using the method she knew Sekhmet was the weakest at. Brute force. All day now, the grey female had been avoiding Sekhmet's attempts at getting her claws into her sister's fur, and remarkably enough, holding back from attacking. Stamina and strength just weren't the younger shedu's strengths. All of her previously thought out attacks were soon turning into mindless leaping and vague slashes to Chysa's face. And Sekhmet knew it, even as she jumped at Chysa without any real target again.
But she was just... so tired.
Chysa saw her falter for just a moment, saw her lose her footing on the loose sand below them.
[SI] Trust In Her GuidanceFeaturing Galti
Spring, Y107 After the Great Release
Malkan Mainland territory
Winter had been less than kind. Galti was thinner than he had been in years, this new land not entirely unforgiving but it certainly had proved challenging with so few cats here to partake in hunting. Hunting wasn't every cat's specialty; many of them here were like himself - a former teacher or some other form of caregiver with very little experience - or some form of herbalist or shaman, who had come to the mainland in search of new herb stores but could lend no aid in a hunt. Galti had tried his best to learn and to give it his best shot, partaking in whatever group hunts he could, but finding sometimes he was nothing more than a hindrance. He hated feeling like he was in the way or causing the group to have even less food than they could otherwise. Still, he tried and he trie
[SI] Start Spreading the NewsFeaturing Galti and Tirzah
Early Summer, Year 106 After The Great Release
Malkan Territory, Main Tribe
Summer was a busy time for Tirzah. The season offered the chance for both breeding and birthing before the harsh winter returned. With her position as a nurse, she was tasked the responsibility of looking after the tribe’s pregnant females, helping with whatever they needed, caring for them when they felt ill. Today, one of these females had asked a favor of Tirzah, to seek out a teacher named Galti. The female, a hunter named Lailee, would not have time to look after her cubs once they were born, especially with the tribe in the middle of preparation for the colder months. But she wanted someone she could trust to look after her cubs while she was away hunting, someone with a kind-heart and open mind. So, in her
The Lost Legend | Part II [Scybilline Mass RP]Featuring NPC Grand Master Cato & the Moon Goddess, Induala
Autumn, Year 1997 | Scybilline Territory, Ancient Shrine - The Moon Stone
One by one, the members the Scybilline stepped forward to the Moon Stone in an attempt to hear the whispered secrets it so clearly held. Many - if not most - who tried were met only with the stone's silence. Cato closed his eyes and left them so, hopeful. The drake had learned many things over the years and one of the most important - and hardest - lessons he learned was to have patience. It was no small thing, having a vision as strong as the one Induala had granted him. He would place his trust in the goddess and her methods; she desired her children to remember what they had forgotten on their own and she had guided them to the tool that would help them answer the questions the Scybilline hadn't known they had.
Hours passed and still no one came forward. They were beginning to lose faith in him, Cato