I turned five years old five days ago and participated in preparing the ceremony for the first time as well. If translated into human years, I would be between seven and ten years old, a somewhat imprecise guess. I wasn't an expert, and I considered that in my estimation, but it wasn't that far off.
Turning five years ...
Belly up on a colorful flowery bed, basking under the twin moonlight broken by the green crowns of ancient trees, was a furbolg cub. The majority of his dark charcoal fur contrasted starkly with his vibrant surroundings. Foam and drool flowed from his open muzzle, his tongue hanging limply in the grass.
In his left paw...
Those are for the characters I have images for. Notably, the furbolgs would be lacking; they are just unrecognizable piles of polygons of different shades of brown, black, and white. It would be the same for many others.
However, Krolg, Oakpaw, Ota Wen, and Murgut are from an existing tribe, the Foolweild. Still, since...
I studied the seven acorns in the center of my paw. They were identical in appearance and texture, and their smell wasn't that distinct. Yet, that couldn't be further from the truth.
Two were duds. Three were too weak to germinate, and even if they did, the seedlings would die quickly without special care. The last two...
Here you have the bear people. It should give a good idea of what they look like.
Males average between 2.5 m (~8ft) to 3 m (10ft), and females between 2.25 m (~7ft) to 2.75 m (~9ft), but it can be way higher, almost double at times.
They have five digits on each hand-paws with pads, and they end in long claws m...
Today was what could be called my first birthday, though that's not quite correct to call it that. It wasn't a birthday per se; it didn't exist as a concept to furbolgs, but there was an equivalent.
It was tied to the annual celestial event called the Eclipse of the Two Brothers. The two brothers in question were t...
Here is the new fanfic!
(Synopsis:
A man gets reincarnated as one of the silly bipedal honey-loving magical murder bears on Azeroth in World of Warcraft. One of the races commonly massacred in early game quests.
His goals are simple. To survive and avoid the corruption and daily destruction of his new speci...
I gazed at the Flask of Sealing–my prison–an object I have come to hate almost as much as ‘Mother. A feat seldom few were capable of earning this kind of intention from me.
I wasn't hateful. I was petty, not hateful.
Khaine was imprisoned under my decision, but my hate wasn't mutual with his blinding rage....
Thinning an elegant string of darkness in its purest, most primal form between my clawed fingers, I directed my gaze at my kin brothers, sisters, and niece. My other myself has finished our part of the contract with the infant Lumen of Light and rejoined me.
And these were quite the unconventional wishes, to say th...
Grabbing the edge of my golden flower-shaped pod–where I had been resting–I delicately pried it open and floated out. My long tail whipped in the air as I stretched, groaning loudly in contentment.
The pain from being repeatedly stabbed was gone, the sweet agony defeated, utterly shattered in the face of ...
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Or so that's what...
The Fall had happened.
It was an undeniable truth.
Every creature's bearing, even a figment of a soul, had sensed it, a deep sense of dread, existential revulsion, and attraction rippling across the Milky Way from its epicenter with little to nothing warding it.
The Aeldari were the most touch...
Reappearing in the little of what remained of Yuggoth, I mentally pinged the Blackstone Fortresses to see their states. And from the looks of it, it wasn't good, to say the least, but it was even less surprising.
Every energy in their storage was used to fire at me, to eradicate what I did not desire in a cataclysm...
'Why do I refuse? Why? Why?' Questioned my voice in my head again and again and again with no rhyme or reason. An undertone of sensual depravity and cutesy confusion twisting what I was, not that I ever was opposite to it. It was intensified and distorted.
The parasite, the fourth psychic tumor, Slaanesh, or what I wou...
In a cataclysmic preternatural storm of proportion rivaling and surpassing many of the gravest tragedies of the War in Heaven in scale and potency, a nascent God from old and new appeared. At its heart, the eye of the cyclone, was he here, a horned creature hovered down from a golden loop, his form ever-shifting, mutating as ...
2024-10-10 14:26:30 +0000 UTC View PostMy grin could not grow any higher as I hunched forward, my tail flicking behind me in a lazy swirl. At the same time, I gazed deeply into the eyes of my creation, the light of my shadow, and the culmination of crafted mortal drama spanning millennia.
To say I was pleased would be an understatement. It hadn't been diffi...
Walking from a flickering portal akin to the most beautiful night sky supported on a golden ring was a man of a tanned complexion with hair and eyes darker than coal dressed in plain grey clothes. A human, despite his many qualities, defies the norms of the species.
There were a few seconds as El Shaddai blinked, a...
A workshop could be seen within a grand chamber of scintillating stone and ephemeral metal bathed under the light of an actual constellation if such a meager word could begin to describe it. For it was no ordinary workshop, befitting of its station as the centerpieces of this room beyond the understanding of the mortal mind.<...
2024-09-19 15:51:24 +0000 UTC View PostToday's events were to be forever etched in the records of Humanity as the Light won over Darkness, the day the Beast of the Apocalypse was sealed away after hours of blades and claws clashing. Remodeling the landscape forevermore and the birthing event of countless legends.
Or, for me, the day one of my grandest s...
Darkness swallowed every trace of light from the vast clearing of an equally vast forest, the army of genecrafted men and golem vanishing into the shadow, leaving only four in the light of the sunless day.
The Architect of the Tower of Babel was the first to voice his uncomprehension; he wasn't the first to get his...
Silently hovering above one of the enumerable gilded bridges crossing an endless abyss of impossible design was a lithe metallic creature of bronze and cobalt with four thin tentacle-like arms, two on each side curling together yet never touching and a pair of stilt-shaped legs barely discernible from one another.
...
A young horned male Aeldari with purple skin could be seen levitating in front of a gargantuan golden ring impeded in the ground, its size beyond the realm of the equally immense mountainous range surrounding it.
In the palms of this strange being, more Daemon in appearance than Aeldari, a diminutive arcane rune co...
It's in that general theme but with wings.
2024-08-15 09:59:50 +0000 UTC View Post“Fuck.” I swore any notion of amusement I had would have shattered into millions of pieces at this unprecedented piece of news.
Yuggoth was important, and that would be putting it extremely lightly. It was the beating heart and skeleton behind my every scheme and action. It was why I had put great effort into i...
Before my eyes was a battlefield of immense proportion; on one side were Cruisers akin to living organisms of metal, their black shape smooth and organic-like as they stood steadfast in an impenetrable formation above a Maiden World we were in the process of displacing thanks to the combined might of their arcane shielding.
“Are you certain this is the way, old man?” A muscular young man in simple clothing with sun-kissed skin of impossible cleanness under the harsh rays of the sun and relentless wind of the desert. His long black hair was seemingly unaffected.
The answer came from a handsome middle-aged man of a darker complexion...
