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Drahal, the World of Joining.Imagine this for me:
A world both infinitely far away and alien to you, yet just before you - and so similar in so many ways. It has seen the birth of gods, wars of angels, times of peace, hardship, suffering - and times of great love. Heroes come and go, carried to this world where technology and magic are one and the same, their adventures becoming but faded legends, in time.
Populated over time by many races, from many realms - from Humans to Kree'th, and from Mice to Dragons - creatures you will never be able to imagine and you probably will never see.
It is a world of great beauty, lush green forests, towering snow-capped mountains. Huge lakes and the grand oceans beyond. Things those heroes fought to protect from great evils. This world has long since forgotten it's old purpose, it's origins, and has made it's own story.
I'm telling you about this because I know this is the last time I will ever see it, in this form at least. It's become... like a second home for me, where I was
DRAHAL - This New Covenant
Knock us down and tear us apart, destry our hope and faith in you, for we have eachother now. The stars will set on an age of war and rise to face the age of the New Covenant. Now you are the one who must stand against all of us, as we rebuild what once was from the ashes of a once-great empire of Drahal.
Halo The Eternal Honour previewThis is the Beginning of Your End
November Second, 2552
The Sangheili Elites. Since the beginning of the Covenant, they were the protectors of the San 'Shyuum. They gave their lives and killed billions for the religion and promises of these Prophets.
The Minister of Peace looked down at the Sangheili Major below him. He sighed, as if he cared about the warrior, and placed a bony hand on her shoulder. She was kneeling before where he had previously been seated, and was glaring with an expression of rage at a hologram of Tel'Xammee; a councillor and former, she considered, friend.
"And you managed to loose the leader of your group, or did you just decide to go rogue?"
"Go rogue?" She looked at the Prophet, a growl escaping her jaws. "Just last time you saw us you were giving us all blessings. Now you say 'Xamm is a criminal, I am a rouge, and 'Moram is a failure of an Honour Guard."
"That doesn't answer my question,
This Story This story starts with a single being.
It was alone in an infinite blackness scattered with fragments of an ancient dead realm for unimaginable lengths of time. Infinitely wise, infinitely powerful, and the last survivor in this dead place. It had existed for such a length of time that it could remember almost nothing of the realm that had existed once before.
It had woken to this near-nothingness not all that long ago, and could remember it had a purpose. It just couldn't quite remember what that purpose was, as if it's past life had been a dream and it had been woken suddenly. So it wandered the ruined and shattered remains of what it assumed had once been it's home.
In time, it remembered some things, but these were only, really, useless fragments of its past. After searching for so long and finding nothing, it was taken greatly by surprise when it discovered an old, drifting, place that seemed to still be functioning. It dr
LoaC Pt 1: Please Reman Calm. The day had been, thus far, a peaceful one.
It had been almost a month since the last time the Eslaoni attacked the Aschi, but no-one in their military was getting comfortable; indeed, it probably meant they were just massing their forces for a bigger attack than before. The Analyst was a pessimist, and he found it strange that The Creator was so calm. This was their last defendable system, with two colonies and their home world.
For now, however, life was as normal for the Aschi here. The Analyst peered out of a window. No signs of panic, no burning trees and buildings. He made a bubbling sound a sigh then returned to his desk. The Aschi themselves, without their carapace-like shells or armour, seemed somewhere between a frog and a snail. Their skin and flesh was fairly squishy, grey or brown, and often seemed to shift its shape over the basic skeleton of the creatures. They were excellent at jumping and climbing; with powerful legs ha
Prelude to the Ages Beggining.
- Prelude to the Ages -
>> Aschi home-world, home of Qhragu, 'The Creator'.
The sleek building towered above the other pretty little glass structures below, like a great fin breaking water. Narrow glass strips ran along its smooth, narrow surface windows that provided a terrific view of the space elevator not more than a mile away, reaching up out the blue-purple atmosphere into space - as its name suggested. The Creator, however, was watching one of the large glass tanks in the centre of the roughly triangular room.
Inside the smooth water-container was a creature that resembled a squid, though it was small enough for The Creator to carry in her arms.
She herself stood at around seven feet tall, with arms about three feet in length. Her long, thick neck, most of the thickness being provided by the large curving crest on its back, rose to observe the creature. She had called the race 'Kree'th', and the one she held here had been the first to b
The Star Eater Ball(Contains Vore! THAT'S A WARNIN')
The Colosseum of Rome.
It needed no introduction.
Empress Genevieve, the Star Eater. The golden skinned devourer of billions, and queen of all the cosmos; whether they acknowledged her rule or not. Officially recognised across the galaxy as the most beautiful being in all existence (decided by a beauty pageant she herself hosted). To call her a physical goddess would be to insult her greatness.
She of course needed no introduction either.
But outside of being completely unworthy of housing her glorious majesty, how was the Colosseum currently relevant to the Empress?
Simply, she was bestowing immeasurable honour onto the memory of the Roman Empire by using the building as the location for her first annual Earthling Star Eater Ball.
Genevieve, in all her glory, strode through the crowd as if just another guest. Another guest who towered over all others by almost twice their height. It was uncommon to see her with a flat stomach; this was no exception, a
TGB: Horrible News - Ristal and ZaryaIt didn't make sense.
Sure, she could be angry or annoyed sometimes. Sometimes she would met some idiot that could piss her off, but she hadn't met one lately. Sometimes she would have a bad day, but never days in a row. It didn't make sense at all, she had no reason to be so on edge and yet she was, had been for the latest days now and she couldn't explain it. The fact that she didn't know the reason made her even more angrier. Was something wrong with her? Had she eaten something bad? It was with rough steps and a scowl that Ristal headed for her shared den, feeling that she needed someone with more expertise on health.
"ZARY," she called out, pratically hissed, as she stepped inside, where her friend laid sleeping.
Sleep at night was better, now. She could sometimes do it, and rather than waking up with her heart hammering and sides heaving and terror pumping through her veins, Zarya woke up with the mild feeling that something bad had happened. It wa
TGB: Hot and Cold - Damon and Lully~ (Lime)Green > Fire Tribe | Character: Damon | Area: The Rolling Bridge | Season: Spring ~
Clouds rolling above, as the hint of light winds brought warmth from the south part of Nandryx. Evening sky still a bright blue, but the sun was setting over at the east part of Nandryx, where Fire Tribe thrives at. Bright sun setting just barely behind the distant volcanoes of Fire Tribe territory, and clouds that aren't promising rain for at least a couple of days or more. Sky blue, but slightly hinting the beautiful orange of dusk and with the moon and stars slowly coming out as the sun went down. Such beauty at this time of day, and the time whom a certain Green-Fire is most active. Ebony and white pelt walked the grassy terrains with flowers dotting the areas around him, simple ice blue eyes kept an eye on the river being slightly cautious of the rapid waters. Can this Fire Triber swim
Trouble Brewing New age 757, Autumn, The Needle, Glenmore
Aerion and Skoll
The wind was at Aerion’s back and he knew it would most likely give him away to the stag in question. There was always a chance that it wasn’t an intruding Blackwood but Aerion rarely had cause for hope. He had specifically told Ethyllya to hide so that he could deal with this troublesome buck without worrying about her safety at the same time. She was a lovely doe and perhaps if all went well he might try to get to know her down the road a little. Aerion’s head snapped to attention as he saw the shadow of a buck closer but still weaving in and out of the foliage enough so he couldn’t get a good look at it.
Aerion couldn’t deny that there was a small part of him that would enjoy a small squabble; it would be his first of the season and he was ready for it. He had been on royalty duty for almost the entire Spring and Summer and his body
Querido DrakeQuerido Drake:
¿Recuerdas el porque te puse tu nombre?, era porque necesitabas más que la magia de las hadas para salir adelante, deberías tener la fuerza de un dragón, puesto que tu vida no sería fácil, te lo dije cuando entraste a ese particular campamento, pero lo había pensado desde el momento en que decidí tomarte como mi nieto, sé que esto no debe ser agradable para ti ahora, me estoy muriendo y puede para que para cuando leas esto ya no este, de ante mano me disculpo por durante tan pocos años, ni siquiera tuve la oportunidad de ver a tu primera novia, pero de seguro tendrá un buen corazón porque la habrás elegido tú.
Me gustaría primero que nada hacerte saber que te amo, siempre lo he hecho desde que te tuve en mis brazos. Y también disculparme no solo por dejarte solo siendo tu un niño aun si no también por todo lo que te hice pasar mientras estaba enferma, s
DotW RP: From Morrow to BlutwaldKiterrax
Crash was still reeling with shock, following Gypsee blindly. She was vaguely aware of another wolf joining them. In her head, she was howling for her brother, unable to get the image of his corpse out of her mind. The huge black birds that had lifted into the air when they approached. It felt like they were following her. The horrifying scent of her brother, dead, sickness plaguing his body.
Before she was aware of it, it was nightfall, and they were no longer in Morrow. Did Morrow exist anymore? Crash shuddered, squeezing her eyes shut. She sought Gypsee out, keeping the wolf in her line of sight at all times. Her adopted sister would understand. It was unreasonably cold tonight, so Crash burrowed into Gypsee's silvery hide, trembling with exhaustion.
In the morning, Crash was roused by Gypsee getting up. She stood, shaking herself and looking around, unsure of where they were. A deep brown wolf was with them, talking quietly to Gypsee. Crash stared at him. He was somew
Hwutwut SocietyHwutwut Political Organization
The Hwutwut: Originally savanna-dwellers whose staple diet consisted of widely dispersed tubers and irregularly fruiting plants. They communicate by giving oral directions through a semantic space, usually mapped to a physical territory. They exhibit gross sexual dimorphism, as males weigh on average three times as much as females and have secondary mandibles modified to form long fighting tusks. A subset of males have a feminine morphotype, and are outwardly indistinguishable from females. These individuals are almost always persecuted in Hwutwut societies.
Their societies are characterized by reproductive monopolization, separate male and female hierarchies and lifestyles, and nomadism.
Forms of political organization:
1. Primitive/basic: The primitive mode of Hwutwut society consists of small, plains-roaming troupes, questing for tubers. A troupe of females is controlled by a single male, or occasionally two or more brothers. The patriarch has sole mat
Part 3 of something put together“A devil’s game is also a god’s game.”
High above Knauia IV, as terraforming devices start to place an atmosphere friendly to most known races. The Xixtis Explorer slowly arcing around the small planet, as much of the crew are busy with new modifications being placed into mainly into the engine and sensors subsystems and computer core. On the bridge of the Xixtis Explorer Captain Bajoon and the Crimson General were standing with oddly no bridge crew on station.
“I have been meaning to ask you something Crimson.I have been asking most of the engineers on what you are doing to my ship and they have told me that you are modifying the engines and sensors to allow both this ship to travel back and to keep the wormhole open.” Commented Captain Bajoon. “And I am now wondering why you are having all those modifications being placed into this ship?”
“It’s real simple Captain, I’m sending you and your crew back through where the B
The Surreal ROMAC fanfics 10th.2.2012SNIPPY'S BAGEL AND THE EXPLODING BOOBS.
Snippy looked out over the wasteland, eyeing his far-off prize.
THE SACRED BAGEL.
The sniper saw Pilot, and cried out in horror as he saw the less sane man bellyflopping-swirly-swirly, toward the bagel at lighting speed.
Suddenly, Eric and Pube and the prostititeseses from Fable III began to rain from the sky, Eric landed union Pilot, and he turned into a rainbow, then exploded, spraying ninja juice all over.
Snippy saw his chance, and ran for the bagel.
Suddenly, an asian Mulan barbie caught under Snippy's shoe. Snippy fell and started to cry.
He watched helplessly as Captain picked up the bagel, then looked at him, blankly.
The Bagel crew crab-like legs, which shot out, as if growing at lightning speed. Tentacles flew from it's hole and engulfed the Captain.
The Cancer-bagel ate Snippy.
All the ROMAC OCs watched.
"What the hell are we doing here?" RQ-4 asked.
"Eating pie, remember." Scientist said.
Then they all exploded.
And the pie was all al
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