Events

Stalking in the woods  Haldír and Murochi paired up together to check on their Christmas tree for this year’s Christmas celebration. Both of them ended up taking out the tree realizing it looks like a wreckage. The tree was no longer a tree as it have been bent into the wrong direction. The branches was broken off. The tree was not fit for being dolled up with Christmas decorations at all. It seems the tree have been crushed by something heavy in the storage they own.  Muro...

The cold seeps through the brick of the building they're in, the quiet shuffling of clothes interrupted only by laughter or the sounds of rough housing. Otherwise, most of the people within this room are hyperfocused on one thing- the monumentally important task before them. They stuff things away, don items like harnesses and other tactical gear, some even scowling as they place muzzles on themselves. The muzzles are giant on their still human faces, but they al...

Malek came home after an exhausting work day when he found a letter in his mailbox. He pulled it out to see that it was a dirty beige color with a bright orange-red wax seal on, small sparks of fire popping off it. He took the letter back to his place and ripped it open, unfolding the inside paper. It read, “Dear esteemed Rohroa resident, you have been randomly chosen to complete a task for one of your Rohroa District’s Royal Family. This task includes colle...

he cool crisp air felt like needles against Griffith’s skin, how he found himself traveling in the middle of winter to the spirit tree was beyond him as he usually spent these cold winters at his family's villa. It was unusual for the ‘buck to be doing anything for another, let alone being outside his home during this time of year however, his bond with his mother overruled his usual selfish nature and judgment towards these types of tasks. She had asked of ...

“So you ran away… from an avalanche?” The disbelieving note in Rookie’s voice is more than understandable, considering even Desotto and Ruvik themselves have a hard time believing their own story. Still, Bonnie shrugs his shoulders as if to say, “kids these days.” Rookie looks exasperated before his expressions smooths back out, continuing his thought now that his question has been semi-answered. “And you want to go back to the cave you hid in… b...

The stones beneath their paws were frigid. Their breath visible against the harsh winter air. It was quiet, with exception to a few crickets chirping, and the surrounding tall castle walls gave off a foreboding presence. The walls were worn, dirty and collapsing. Vines...

The air was sharp, biting, and thin—a constant reminder of how far the group had climbed. The snowy mountains stretched endlessly around them, their jagged peaks clawing at the pale gray sky like the teeth of some ancient predator. Each step sank deep into the snow, the crunch of boots muffled, as though the mountain itself was swallowing the sound. Breath fogged in the air, each exhale quickly consumed by the icy winds. The...