Eternal
Information
summer, year 3
Thick ice and continuously falling snow blanket the entirety of Eternal, brought upon by Noc's wrath. Shelter is scarce, and food even scarcer. There is no climate or biome that was lucky enough to find themselves safe from the beginnings of the Ice Age and so the residents of Eternal must don their primal survival instincts and to just that ─ survive. Ice blockages have grown supernaturally between the islands, blocking Sunsteppe from Sol and Eventide from Noc, effectively trapping each islander on whichever island they currently stand. The Dragonfrost and dusk leopards from Gleamleaf and greater boreus deer from Mountainfade have seeped into all of Noc, Eventide's spectors and Sunsteppe's sculptors have overrun the central island, and the wolves, Ice Piskys, and Creeping Thistle have invaded all of Sol.
OOC announcements
10.12.18 Noc has descended from the stars, and the reunion with his children, the three deities, is anything but happy. The whole of Eternal has been plunged into an Ice Age, and it seems that, for now, it's up to the deities to restore the islands. Will they be able to do so quickly enough? Or will the residents of Eternal know suffering because of the mishaps spread between Helios, Imbris, and Aya? For now, ice blockages have been erected between the islands, meaning that everyone is stuck where they currently are. Where is your character? Tell us here.

10.4.18 What?! An October raffle?!?!

9.22.18 Be sure to check out our gorgeous new map, complete with clickable links to your favorite territories!

8.4.18 Welcome to Winter, as Year 2 draws to a close! OTY Nominations will be up in a day or two ─ while we wait, please check out the Movie Night survey that was linked in our Discord!

7.28.18: Congratulations to the newest members of our team, our moderators Berb and Witty! Thank you so much to everyone who applied - we appreciate every single one of you.

7.24.18: The staff of Eternal are looking for their first MODERATOR! If you'd like to become a part of our team, click here to apply!

7.14.18 Round Two of the To Lands of Old Quest has been posted! Participants have until 11:59PM EST on July 28 to complete their rapid-fire old school battle posts. The information thread can be found >here!

7.1.18 Round One of the To Lands of Old quest can be found right here! Participants have until the night of the 8th to respond!

7.1.18: Welcome to version two: The Wreckage! Aya, Helios and Imbris have all created a beautiful sanctuary in which the characters we all know and love can come by to pay their respects, to place offerings, and seek counsel with the elusive deities. Furthermore, the database has been updated to reflect each level of an ability, the profiles have been given a complete overhaul, and our new layout is more streamlined than ever!

IC announcements
10.12.18 Noc has descended from the stars, and the reunion with his children, the three deities, is anything but happy. The whole of Eternal has been plunged into an Ice Age, and it seems that, for now, it's up to the deities to restore the islands. Will they be able to do so quickly enough? Or will the residents of Eternal know suffering because of the mishaps spread between Helios, Imbris, and Aya? For now, ice blockages have been erected between the islands, meaning that everyone is stuck where they currently are. Where is your character? Tell us here.

10.4.18 Whatever unknown thing that invaded the southern territories in the middle of spring has snaked its icy fingers out and enveloped those remaining territories that everyone had believed (or hoped) to be safe. Wolves, Creeping Thistle, Pesky Piskys, Blackrock's river... Not even Sunsteppe is safe from the intrusion, though it appears -- at least for now -- that the Wreckage remains untouched. Perhaps it should be investigated?

9.17.18 Something isn't right. Eternal still refuses to warm, even as we progress through spring and near summer. The southernmost territories have begun to notice some changes: from Greater Boreus Deer in Mountainfade, to Dragonfrost in Gleamleaf; frozen sandstorms in Astraldune, and even icy wraiths in Eventide. What happened? And what can be done to return the islands to normal?

9.2.18 Springtime has come, but the frigid winter still remains, enveloping the three islands in ice, snow and brutal wind. There are no flowers, nor grass - no foliage at all. The animals are beginning to suffer, as they emerge from hibernation or birth their young, struggling to find sustenance. The air is thick with tension, as a wretched and unforgiving storm brews still in the distance - will Eternal find reprieve from the cold?

8.4.18 Round Three of the To Lands of Old quest has been posted! The remaining participants have one week to get their posts in. Good luck and have fun!

7.27.18 Astraldune is under new leadership! In the wake of Solomon's disappearance, Helios has placed Gryffen into leadership!

6.26.18 Helios has appeared in Sunsteppe! What could he be doing there?

6.19.18 With magic from Imbris, Totem has been gifted with a daughter of her own, molded from clay and infused with a piece of her own soul. Make sure to check out the thread here!

6.1.18: Welcome to Summer!

5.26.18: The Grotto has been unveiled! Imbris paid a visit to Nymphetamine in Prismacove and led him on an underwater adventure to the Grotto, effectively creating a new sub-board for the residents of Prismacove to explore!

Character of the Year:
LELL
Couple of the Year:
HADERUS & GYPSY
Thread of the Year:
ASTRALDUNE TAKEOVER
[PLOT] DRAGONFROST: ALL IN MANDATORY
an over-glorified beach bum

145 Posts
30 Threads
GENDER:
Stallion
AGE:
Six
SPECIES:
ORIENTATION:
DOMICILE:
Gleamleaf
ABILITIES:
Kraken Physiology
[T1 - Advanced]
Dragon Vision
[T2 - Intermediate]
Dynamic Camouflage
[T3]
PLAYED BY:
Grey
#1



The frost that overtook his home was ceaseless and unrelenting. The stars were covered and the world was black and grey. It turned the jungle that Grimdark knew so well, and had turned it inside out, making it into a place that the Kraken could get lost in. A labyrinth. Suddenly he no longer knew his way around, and even the river had frozen over, solidifying and turning a dull shade of charcoal. Thick frost grew on all the trees, coating the ground in a sharp blanket that was permanently crusted on everything it touched. The leaves were grey or black, withered and dying, practically frozen in the last stage of decomposition, frozen in the last throes of its existence.

He needed his family around him. He needed to count them, to see their faces - to know that they were safe and to hear the reports of their experiences with this new threat that promised to take over them - to perhaps wrap them in an icey glove around their necks and plunge them below the hungry death that comes in winter.

But he refused to let this beat him. He refused to let them down.

They would come out of this together - they would come out of this stronger.

OOC NOTE: Okay so essentially this is an activity check. Grimdark wants to know who all is here and who is not - because we are going to be playing exclusively with these threads for however long the prompt is going. Any threads that take place in Gleamleaf prior to the Dragonfrost, try to end them soon, or try to re-orient them to the coming of the frost. Grimdark wants reports from EVERY character in Gleamleaf (only 200 words are necessary for the in character activity check and report on what they’ve seen) who still wishes to reside here, so we can get as varied a picture as possible of how we each want to use this prompt, or what our characters have seen. The more information the better. And of course, we have the new “Gleamleaf Gang” discord group. If you want to join Gleamleaf, or participate in the shenanigans, Let someone know and we can add you to the group. I am super duper excited for this!


Grimdark

When I look down into the abyss,
Down into the merciless blackness,
Colder and deeper than Hades itself,
There I see the Kraken rising.

grimheadanimate




Reply
the black beast

28 Posts
6 Threads
GENDER:
Male
AGE:
17 (winter)
SPECIES:
ORIENTATION:
DOMICILE:
Homeless
ABILITIES:
Thunderbird Physiology [Intermediate]
PLAYED BY:
Sii
#2
but satisfaction brought him back
Still dealing with the aftermath of feeling displaced from his desert home, the thunderbird-shifter has lingered in Gleamleaf following his conversation with Scylla. She had known of Gryffen's arrival in Eternal even before he had brought her the news, and while it had made the conversation easier on him, the thoroughbred stallion was still feeling uneasy about the close proximity to the red-eyed wraith. He hadn't seen Ellyse since his exodus from the dunes, either, and discomfort gnaws in the depths of his belly.

It would appear, however, that Eternal had other plans for them - the lack of a budding springtime had started to set off alarms in each of them, causing mass panic and the constant search for viable food. Even the lush greenery of the jungle had begun to suffer under the weight of the frost, turning brown and shriveled with the absence of sustenance.

With a quietly concerned murmur, the overo stallion shifts into his thunderbird form and spreads his obsidian wings wide before forcing his way through the jungle canopy and taking to the dark skies. Without the usual light of the moon and stars, he's compelled to squint his bright blue raven eyes against the darkness below, allowing his gaze to rove over the almost-familiar contours of Gleamleaf with worried curiosity.

Some of the usual bioluminscent greenery has dulled or died, and a new sight has replaced them. From the dark sky, the new plants look like piles of icicles, angry and sharp. Dahmer takes note of the largest clutches of them - namely, towards the outskirts of the territory at the moment, though they seem to be slowly growing inward - and continues on with unfaltering attention. Flashes of movement catch his turquoise eyes and even from here he can see that the quickly-moving creatures are oversized felines, their coats glowing in the inky blackness.

His blood runs cold at the danger that is so suddenly upon them.

With a loud caw and a crash of thunder in his wake, Dahmer searches for the kraken-king towards the heart of the territory, where the river opens wide. He spots him alongside the frozen tributary and the obsidian bird beelines for the tentacled-man, crashing through the entwined tree branches and shifting clumsily into his equine-self upon painful impact with the frozen jungle floor. "Grimdark," he coughs, out of breath, "There are wild cats in the jungle. Where is Scylla?" He has a one-track mind: the most important thing at this very moment is to find his sister, not only to ensure her safety but also to utilize her powers to see how many felines had invaded Gleamleaf.


@ Grimdark @ Scylla
Reply
an over-glorified beach bum

145 Posts
30 Threads
GENDER:
Stallion
AGE:
Six
SPECIES:
ORIENTATION:
DOMICILE:
Gleamleaf
ABILITIES:
Kraken Physiology
[T1 - Advanced]
Dragon Vision
[T2 - Intermediate]
Dynamic Camouflage
[T3]
PLAYED BY:
Grey
#3









































It has not been long, but already they begin coming. However, the first face he sees is not one that he expects - though the black and white makes his heart sink into his gut. His dragon vision shows that it is not Isobell, but rather Dahmer, and when he finally reveals himself in the bush, there are no pleasantries. Just a quick report and askance about his sister. Not an unreasonable request. He sees that the other man is panting with exhaustion, which means he has been running - probably from the dunes, away from the monotony of whatever was going on there… leading Grimdark to believe that whatever was happening in Noc was NOT just in Gleamleaf, but all over - and when the Kraken waits for him to finish, it is only a beat of time before he responds.

“Visiting Harrier.” he says. “We went to Astraldune looking for you, but when we were told you were gone, we left the borders to Diable Rouge and went to Blackrock.” A dark look, and a wince as he limps toward the other man. The wounds evident upon his skin reveal that he too has had run ins with the winter leopards who had invaded their home. “Harrier is pregnant, and when the cats came, she immediately flew for Blackrock to check on the Status of Sol’s conditions, and to make sure her daughter was safe. She will be back soon.”

He stretched out his leg, trying to work out the muscle cords that were wrapped around themselves, swollen and seeping. “Gods this hurts.” He smiles lopsidedly at the other man. “I’ve had a run in with them as well. They pack quite the punch, so be careful when you go out. Though I may ask you to cover my six when we go foraging again. Food is already becoming scarce.” His emerald green eyes look at the other man, who before he had viewed warily, but now saw as a trusted ally. It was important that they stayed together.

Starving to death was not on the agenda for things to do today.




grimheadanimate




Reply

50 Posts
11 Threads
GENDER:
Stallion
AGE:
7
SPECIES:
Equine
ORIENTATION:
heterosexual
DOMICILE:
Gleamleaf
ABILITIES:
Leopard Shifting
[T2 - Intermediate]
PLAYED BY:
Sparkie
#4
Kjartan had taken to the frost covered limbs of the Gleamleaf trees, using his sharp feline eyesight to keep an eye on what he could. The invasion of the glowing ice cats had caused quite a problem. They were stronger than he had expected. They lacked the size that Kjartan had but still their teeth were sharp, their claws sharper, and their desperation a strong driving force behind their viciousness. The mere thought of them caused a low growl to reverberate through his chest, eyes narrowing.

The sound of voices broke the leopard away from his patrol, spotted body turning towards the opening. He could recognize the kraken’s voice but the other was completely foreign to him. It peaked his interest, his path changing quickly to find the others. He found them in just enough time to hear the news about Harrier. Scylla’s daughter was pregnant? No doubt from Takhar. The thought made him shudder, hoping, praying to Imbris that his own sister wasn’t heading down the same path. The rose gold mare was much to young to be giving birth, especially to the spawn of a stallion that had seemed to leave so much damage and anger in his path.

The leopard leapt from his spot in the trees, landing close to the other two males before shifting back into his horse form. Looking from Grimdark to the unfamiliar face of the black and white stallion he dips his head in a quick greeting. “I haven’t seen anyone else yet, but I can hear the jaguars getting hungry in the distance.” He offered the kraken stallion, wishing he had some more useful information to give the jungle king.

“Is there anything I can do, anyone specific I should be looking for?” He asked, waiting for instruction. After all, he had promised to be useful to Grimdark in exchange for shelter. His claws and teeth were at the kraken king’s disposal.



kjartan
See the dawn come and the dusk hang
See the power rise from an open hand.
Reply
the black beast

28 Posts
6 Threads
GENDER:
Male
AGE:
17 (winter)
SPECIES:
ORIENTATION:
DOMICILE:
Homeless
ABILITIES:
Thunderbird Physiology [Intermediate]
PLAYED BY:
Sii
#5
but satisfaction brought him back
Dahmer's alarm is met by a calmer Grimdark, which tells him that the kraken-king was already aware of the feline intrusion. The overo stallion exhales slowly and gives a terse nod to Gleamleaf's captain as he explains where Scylla had gone. Harrier, pregnant. Scylla, traveling to see her. Regardless of her intended destination, worry gnaws at the stallion's stomach. If oddities were popping up around the bioluminescent jungle, and if frozen sandstorms were berating relentlessly against the dunes of Astraldune, Dahmer could only imagine what else was occurring elsewhere in Eternal.

He can only hope that Scylla will return soon; he knows there are dangers here, but he would rather have his sister by his side to know that she is safe instead of being separated by an entire island and whatever supernatural beasts happened to reside upon them.

His turquoise eyes flick to the injuries on the kraken's sea-brined skin. "Do you need a healer?" he asks Grimdark, his lips pursed thin as he inspects the wound and wracks his brain to remember who he had crossed paths with in these lands with the ability to heal. They would certainly be needing someone. His attention is drawn quickly to movement in the brush and when a leopard peels away from the treeline, lightning crackles over Dahmer's painted skin defensively, his muscles immediately taut with alarm.

Lucky for the leopard-shifter, the stranger reverts to his equine-self before the thoroughbred stallion can rain a lightning storm down upon him. Releasing a breath he'd been unaware he was holding, Dahmer shakes his head slightly and forces his muscles to loosen. "I saw an odd plant that looked like shards of ice growing around the edges of the jungle when I was doing a flyover, though I couldn't get a close look. We should be careful of it when we venture for food."

He clears his throat and turns his bright turquoise eyes away from Grimdark and back to the leopard-shifter he'd almost toasted a few moments ago.

"Dahmer," he introduces himself with a nod.


@ Grimdark @ Scylla @ Kjartan
Reply
the invisible monster

63 Posts
12 Threads
GENDER:
Mare
AGE:
14
SPECIES:
ORIENTATION:
DOMICILE:
Gleamleaf
ABILITIES:
Telepathy
[T2 - Intermediate]
True Sight
[T3]
PLAYED BY:
Stormie
#6

I'm an invisible monster,
and I'm incapable of loving anybody.
You don't know which is worse.



In true Scylla fashion, she was late to Grimdark's announcement but the minute that the ice and jaguars gave their death calls, her loyalty was split. She had promised the Kraken that she would return and she had every intention of doing it. She had taken to the skies, thankful that above the atmosphere of cloud cover the moon still hung in the skies and the stars still twinkled. She flew towards the sun, noting that over the centermost island there was covered in ice and fog as well. Yet Sol seemed to be untouched, Harrier was safe, growing fatter with the diet of kelp. Sol was frosty but nowhere nearly as bad as the phosphorescent jungle she called home. After a brief inspection, and stating that she had to go Gleamleaf to protect the herd. She had pressed her head against her daughters head and promised her only child that they would be safe.

As she flew back, she flew through the clouds and noticed that most of the boys of Gleamleaf were gathered together. She slows and lands almost gracefully on the frozen river before slowly making her way towards the small herd. "You know Grimdark, I almost prefer the river this way...it's less...wet." She gives a small smile as a way to break the tension. She wildcat scream in the distance gave her pause before she looked back at the trio. "Noc's not the only island affected. Eveningtide and Sunsteppe appear to be affected as well. Sol is safe for now. Harrier and the twins are safe." 

She glances at Dahmer. "I'm gonna be a grandmother, brother!" But the notice is lackluster as she faces the cold. "Granted, I'd rather be a grandmother in warmer weather. I thought we left the cold behind." Tephra had been warm, and Scylla had enjoyed the warmth of the volcano and the hot springs that kept the climate warmer than anything in her childhood. She glanced at Kjartan, "I'm glad you're safe too! How many jaguars have we sighted?" She figured if anyone would know, it would the sturdy Spanish built stallion. It was so much like her to be so lackadaisical about a situation that could easily be the end of them. But the invisible monster had a devil may care attitude that had gotten her this far in life without an issue. 



@ Grimdark @ Dahmer @ Kjartan
Reply
The Trickster

85 Posts
17 Threads
GENDER:
Male
AGE:
3
SPECIES:
Pegasus
ORIENTATION:
Bi/Polyamorous
DOMICILE:
Gleamleaf
ABILITIES:
Memory Manipulation
[T1-Intermediate]
Telepathy
[T2-Beginner]
Enhanced Speed [T3]
PLAYED BY:
Witty
#7
There is no rapid succession of breaths, not after they are chased, nor while he wanders away from the pair, seeking his own path through the dark.

Haderus had done his part, surely, sending the wild cat airborne and keeping close long enough to see them to the center. A place where the Jungle was severely darker and the quiet was magnified tenfold, save for the muffled cries of those falling prey to the beasts. It was a shame and yet, he shed not a tear for their deaths, nor did his skin crawl as the sounds of their passing erupted in random intervals.

They were just animals, he was a just a stranger.

“I think you should see what’s going on Haderus, aren’t you curious?” Tharn was doing his best to prod the ebon stallion in the right direction. What exactly were they going to accomplish alone, in this weather, surely his companion was not as naive as that.

“A bit,” Haddy confirms, turning back towards the gathering place, he can hear them speaking and follows their voices to where they gather. Tharn resting between his shoulder blades, his grey eyes watchful of the assembled group.

“Squido, Spots,” he dips his head in acknowledgement upon his return, sliding into the herd as if he is meant to be there. It is their thoughts that weigh on him, still unable to turn off that part of his telepathy, he had begun to blame the shift in weather- because it was not a usual aspect of his blessing.

“All I can add is that they are hunting in packs, it’s not usual for jaguars, as I am sure some of you know,” his void eyes fall on Spots.

“Which would conclude that wandering off alone is unwise.” It was Tharn who spoke now, the Harpy Eagle peering around Haddy’s dark head.
HADERUS
Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
HTML by Witty-Word Count: 320 -Ode to a Nightingale
Reply

39 Posts
8 Threads
GENDER:
Female
AGE:
10
SPECIES:
Equine
ORIENTATION:
Heterosexual
DOMICILE:
Gleamleaf
ABILITIES:
Ice Transmutation
[T2 - Intermediate]
Periodic Morphing
[T3]
PLAYED BY:
Pride
#8


The day already felt like a year. Her body ached from the cold, the running, the extreme frostbite. But it wasn’t over, they were not yet out of the words, and safe from the cold. There was much to say and as she walked in with Grim, everything about their private life, their recent conversations she forced away. Grim had work to do, and she would not add to his task by making him work through snarky quips made out of frustration or bruised feelings. She understood why he held the feelings he did, and she wouldn’t fault him them but she also wouldn’t fault herself for needing the time to come to terms, though she wishes she had felt ready sooner. When they were away from their nest and the little delta they didn’t belong to each other alone. Right now, Grim was needed by everyone here, they looked to him for decisions and for safety and Vessel shrank away to the crowd.

She weaved between those assembled around Grim. She listened to everyone, only recognizing Scylla, and Hadderus (though they had never talked, she just knew him from the vigil he kept for Grim when she first arrived a hollow ghost of what she was now. She kept quiet, listening to the information passing quickly from the others. Amethyst eyes flickered from one to the other they all seemed strong and equipped for this kind of thing. Ready and able, and she suddenly felt insignificant and small. She stayed quiet listening and considering all the stories and thoughts. Her quiet lingered and she fought to shove the doubt from her mind. She was stubborn and caring with a wit that would cut lashes if given the chance. She would find her place here outside of being the grounding force to Grimdark’s inner beast that he seems to battle with so often.

She felt the eyes shift to her as they had said their piece and it was her turn to share. Her eyes scanned the expecting faces of the others… all but Grim, she hated that she let him down. She sighed, finding her voice and putting on a face that as more confident and sure than she felt. ”There are also flowers, red and more bush-like than traditional flowers. They have these barbed spines, and if you get to close they fire these barbed spines. They hurt like...well, they hurt and cause severe frostbite. Be wary of them. She shifted to show the place she had been impaled along her ribs. The skin there dark and bruised, the area next to the spike’s puncture would fall off the cold killing the flesh and the scar would be large. She shifted back. And looked then to Grim, wondering what he would have to say about everything. Her eyes were curious but soon grew to sadness and she failed to keep her guilt in check. But she swallowed hard, forcing it away after a moment. This was not the time and she would do well to remember that… or she would be the weak useless mare that she swore she would never be again… she had been through too much to ever be weak and defenseless again. ”So what will we do? I have some control over water and ice...maybe we can block the cats out with a wall or barrier so at least we can have a defense against them.

Vessel

look me in the heart

Reply
an over-glorified beach bum

145 Posts
30 Threads
GENDER:
Stallion
AGE:
Six
SPECIES:
ORIENTATION:
DOMICILE:
Gleamleaf
ABILITIES:
Kraken Physiology
[T1 - Advanced]
Dragon Vision
[T2 - Intermediate]
Dynamic Camouflage
[T3]
PLAYED BY:
Grey
#9









































So they stood around. All of them accounted for, save Ember, who had likely either succumbed to the cats, or had wandered away in hopes of finding a better home elsewhere. Grimdark’s look was bleak as he stood in his place, watching them all. They would surely survive this, one way or another. They just needed to work togther.

“Okay,” he says, looking around the circle. “I have been informed that the frost has taken over all of Sol.All of Eternal has been covered in this frost, each land afflicted with its own maladies. I cannot travel to Sol, so any trips need to be made there will be done by Scylla, accompanied by someone, to ensure that safety is met in numbers. The Very Heart of Greystone is most curious. The place where the three shrines meet is apparently untouched by frost, and food there is plentiful. We should go there and gather what we can from that place… to ensure we have a stockpile. Do we know anyone with Telepathy, who can make carrying a load.. easier?”

He looks at Dahmer.

“You asked if I needed a healer. The answer is yes. Probably. We will all likely need a healer. It is imperative that we find one. I will travel to the other territories to see what I can find. The Wraith of the Dunes has apparently flittered away to whence he came, placing Diable Rouge in charge. I will seek him out first. Also, Dahmer - you, Kjartan, and I will be the ones heading to the Wreckage. Wait for my call.”

He looks at Vessel. His deep set green eyes tell her not to leave after all is finished. There is still more to discuss.

“If nobody has anything else to add, then let me just say, use our heads. Dont venture out without informing someone of your whereabouts. We dont need anyone dying by wildcat. I tried that. It's most painful.”




grimheadanimate




Reply
the black beast

28 Posts
6 Threads
GENDER:
Male
AGE:
17 (winter)
SPECIES:
ORIENTATION:
DOMICILE:
Homeless
ABILITIES:
Thunderbird Physiology [Intermediate]
PLAYED BY:
Sii
#10
but satisfaction brought him back
They all congregate around Grimdark, these torn and tattered residents of Gleamleaf, with worry in their eyes and fires of fear and resilience in their bellies. Each member of their group comes forth with new information like a well-oiled machine; they all know what their responsibilities are, and they had acted upon them swiftly in Gleamleaf's time of need. Dahmer's brilliant blue eyes linger on Grimdark at this thought. The kraken-king is a respectable leader (this much he had known), and is first assessment of the shifter is cemented now as they all come together beneath him for guidance.

The overo stallion feels a brief twinge of nostalgia as memories of his army in the Subway come flooding forth. He clears his throat tersely and nods his head at the kraken king ─ "I will accompany Scylla to Sol, if needed. It may be the safest place to look for a healer, if the island is still untouched." He turns his gaze to his sister and offers her a small smile. They would have to talk about her grandchild later. His first great-niece or great-nephew.

Fuck, he thinks, I'm getting old.

Redirecting his attention to Grimdark, the thunderbird-shifter nods his head at his assignment. The Wreckage. "I can fly ahead and clear the way if we encounter anything unsavory," he offers before shifting into the giant black thunderbird. He turns his beady blue eyes to Scylla before he unfurls his wings to leave. "Be safe."


Sorry for the delay, guys ♥ Had to get Dahmer's 3rd post in for the exxxtra points Big Grin
@ Grimdark @ Scylla @ Haderus @ Kjartan @ Vessel
Reply


Forum Jump:


Users browsing this thread: 1 Guest(s)
Caeleste - Fantasy Equine RPG the Rift
Baraenor, Lion RP Top Equine Roleplay Games
Original coding base by Gotham's Reckoning at Necessary Evil. Subsequent coding by Krys.
Powered By MyBB, © 2002-2018 MyBB Group. Territory images are from Unsplash. Header by onefinalkissx.