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SF Round Four - page 7Tilt and Meka ran side by sideSF Round Four - page 7 by Cloudbat
Something must be wrong-
It was no time to hide.
Biaxident's ghostly bays cleared their way
Fleeing animals dodged around them in a fray
Tilt had a sleeping Camilla on his back
Meka looked at her in worry - he wished her safe from attack.
But he knew there would be no escape
If the forest didn't die, to be trapped was their fate.
It already seemed to be in its death throes
Was this too soon? He didn't know.
Meka! Mobius has come back
I need your instincts to aid my attack
Navi will guide you to me -
Her voice cuts off as they all hear the scream.
Meka grits his teeth as it hurts his head
Biaxident is glad she's already dead.
Tilt cowers but has reason to go on -
Dercas promised he'll see Lance when it's all done.
Navi appears and beckons them to run.
"If the forest dies too soon, so does everyone.
There must be a creature acting as its soul
Or the magic fails and becomes unwhole."
Allele's nebulae eyes glow as she flies from Dercas's swipes
Sacred Forest - Round 4 - Page 1About a year ago, a small ball of fur and tears perched on a spindly branch.Sacred Forest - Round 4 - Page 1 by Miirik
She’d left for adventure, not crippling loneliness.
A colorful little bird wheeled down to land beside her on the branch. Immediately, the Abstraction’s ears perked and she whirled her head around in its direction. It tilted its head at her, beady eyes unimpressed.
“H-Hey little guy! Do you want to be my friend?” Camilla asked, wiping a tear out of her eye and showing a weak smile.
The bird looked the hopeful girl up and down, stepped closer to her, and screeched in her face before taking to the sky again.
She watched the bird leave, a cold wave of sadness rushing through the veins around her heart.
“I wish I wasn’t so alone,” she sobbed.
* * * *
A tall fox with lavender fur strolled into the clearing with her many eyes closed and a young, small dragon at her side. She trotted over to the roots of a massive tree and sat on them, motioning for the drag
SF OCT Reference Al tunSF OCT Reference Al tun by maelstrom14
Species: Marine Velarian
Likes: Fish, clean water, swimming, bathing in the sun while close to water, examine new machines.
Dislikes: Staying away from water for too long, getting into trouble for dismantling machines, Poisoned waters, drying out.
Personality: Quiet, focused, easily excited by the presence of machines including those he has never seen before.
Characteristics: dark blue scales with light blue underbelly, yellow slitted eyes, webbed hands and feet, short sharp claws, short length snout with small nostrils, fins going from the top of his head down to his tail, long vertically flat tail, four toes on each foot as for each velarian, three fingers and one thumb on each hand, able to walk on all fours and on hind legs. scars from claws on chest diagnally, one scar from a blade just under his left eye, large scar on his right thigh. Slender but muscular build, compact scales that appear almost like skin, s
Mortal SF Audition Writing page 1(This connects to my last comic page...)Mortal SF Audition Writing page 1 by Wolfstream
Mortal shivered and took a step, then another. In his mind, old memorys drifted up, so old he did almost not know that he still had them.
'A wanderer, that's what I am. A passenger in my own life. Never at home... A demon. An Exile.' He thought bitterly, as he walked beneath the trees, whose trunks threw long shadows across his back. His thoughts strayed in another direction, maybe because of the sense of magic, he got a little wistful.
'Life...' Mortal said aloud, then continued the trail of thought in his mind. 'What is a mortal life to a demon? What does that make me? Do I even have a soul?' His ears drooped for a moment at that. Then he shook himself and continued on his way.
Suddenly, a little cyan ball of light was floating in mid air, right infront of him, and it seemed to Mortal, as if there was a faint voice, like the rustling of leaves, and it whispered something... "I... can offer an escape!" And there she was, face to face with him,
Sacred Forest Round one Part twoA smallish brown creature swam through the air like a fish in water, seeming very happy. She giggled and flew lower, down to a white fox looking creature with a black mane and dark blue scarf. He, as opposed to the brown creature didn't look very happy. He looked focused.Sacred Forest Round one Part two by Lunaterasu
“Would you quiet down, Pest!?” He snapped up at the giggling female.
“But Dadd-y!” She whined and landed in front of her father.
“For the last time…” The white creature began through clenched teeth. “I am not your Dad!”
The small, brown creature pouted.
“Fiiiiine…Mekaa…” She spat the last word out in a deeper, mocking tone. “But I like Daddy better.” She mumbled to herself
Meka sighed. Sometimes he just couldn’t take this creature…
“Daddy, I’m bored! Can we play a game while we look for this intruder?” the creature begged as jumped back into the air.
Meka gave her a look, but the