As soon as they had been released, Red Snout had bolted for the nearest wilderness area. Yes the alien guide had said there was a place where you could go to hunt, but what fun was it to hunt something already caged, already captured. Waiting for you to simply sink your claws into it. Instead Red Snout simply ran, bounding off into the unfamiliar ( Read more... )

Nightmare becomes reality....

[roster: Leader - Loren, Dream Girl, Hunter, Red Snout, Renne]

Sawyer had been avoiding the city ever since Bella had told him that the Vatican had been all but destroyed during the fighting with the zombies. No one had died, which Sawyer--rather immodestly--accredited to himself and all the work he put in getting the basilica ready for just that kind of occasion. But with the basilica trashed, Sawyer had ( Read more... )

After dealing with the mess that was waking up on this strange ship of sorts, Thrall has found it very hard to fit in at all, especially when there were so many human looking creatures on this ship - as well as other oddities. Yet, strangely, no other orcs ( Read more... )

Red Snout was brooding. He'd gotten quite good at it over the last several days and today was no different. He had appropriated a sensorium room and was now sprawled in front of a simulation of his home. A dusty clearing near the edge of a wood that slowly turned into a sprawling grassland, a den sug into the side of a low hill. A breeze whispered ( Read more... )

After the services the Doc had just needed a little peace and quiet. He'd never been one for funerals, felt awkward at the best of times and miserably guilty at the worst. Today had been the latter more than the former ( Read more... )

A mass of zombies has laid seige to the Vatican.

Time to fight for your lives!!!

The Vatican had a lot of ground to cover. Normally covered in expansive gardens (just empty plots on the ship) and comprised of a multitude of buildings, holing up there meant holing up in simply a part of the Vatican. The group was therefore in St. Peter's Basilica, which had had most of its entrances sealed off. Now they had to work on small ( Read more... )

Sharp Tongue is hunched over a patch of paving in the city, painting the ground with a brownish paste using her hand claws. Her eyes are bloodshot and her movements jerky. Symbols, shapes, things that may or may not have meaning. Something that could be a serpent, a man, a raptor, all figures delineated in messy smears. Swirls and slashes and spots ( Read more... )

Arha had been standing in the same spot for a very long time, staring into the the rainsoaked world she had asked he Sensorium to create.  She had done much research before she had begun to pull the world into her mind--many hours in the library looking at all sorts of worlds with rain--and now that the world was actually created, she couldn't make ( Read more... )