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Knuckle Beast Fact SheetKnuckle Beast (Bestia articulus or Condylothere)
Distribution: Inhabit various regions throughout Stormbreak's world. There are three subspecies; Arctic, Plains, and Forest (most common and largest; live only in TROPICAL forests.)
Diet: Primarily carnivorous though they will eat fruit and some plant matter occasionally.
Size and Appearance: Knuckle beasts are large, tiger-sized, mammal-like reptiles with muscular shoulders and hindquarters and a distinctive loping gait. They normally have two horns but some may be polycerate. The max number of horns observed on a single individual was nine. Females are significantly larger and far more aggressive than males and exhibit larger horns and brighter colors. Their primary color is orange but the intensity of coloration depends on their position in the social hierarchy in a pack. Their most distinctive features are their lack of eyes and their enlarged claw
Taboo DrabbleThe air was ripped apart by the bright flash of lightning, accentuating the pouring rain with a dazzling, split second glow that highlighted the myriad of raindrops cascading to the ground. Thunder bellowed in response, a mighty blow of sound, that shook the very ground.
In the relative shelter of a nearby stand of trees, a lone figure, clad in a shadowy cloak and heedless of the downpour, strode boldly through the thick underbrush. Suddenly a massive bolt of light flashed to the figure's immediate left, striking a tree. The tree's base exploded in a shower of seared bark and wooden splinters. It shuddered and groaned briefly, before its upper half toppled over and lay in smoking ruins on the ground. The shadow regarded this spectacle with mild surprise, breathing in the smell of wood smoke, before turning its head northward, whiskers twitching faintly, as yet another streak of lightning illuminated a small house nestled between two large boulders. A thin wisp of smoke rose
Kimble's Backstory"Did you see which way he went?!" cried Stormbreak, her voice all but drowned out by the roar of thunder and the pouring rain.
"The rain is coming down to hard to make much out." Click spluttered.
Stormbreak snarled in frustration. They had been tracking Axel, Stormbreak's former friend turned enemy. In the past he had nearly killed Stormbreak, threatened the lives of her children and friends, and had followed through on his threats on more than one occasion. And now Stormbreak was out for his blood so as to put a stop to his wickedness. Click had accompanied her on this particular excursion so as to get revenge upon the dusky cat who murdered her friends as well as Stormbreak's. Although only a kitten, she was clever, tactful, and had proven herself an invaluable companion on multiple occasions. The rain was coming down in torrents, scents and paw prints were washed away immediately and vision was reduced to only a few feet ahead
There's Not Always a PurposeNight had cascaded down upon the forest, the full moon shining down hazily from it's wispy cloud cover. Where the air would normally be filled with the raucous, rasping calls of cicadas and the incessant chirping of crickets, there was complete silence. Instead there was an almost palpable sense of foreboding that permeated the atmosphere, cloying and inescapable. The creatures of the forest, the mice and voles, foxes and raccoons, were all curled up in their dens and burrows, or high up in the lofty branches of the trees, breathing shallowly, not daring to venture away from the safety of their homes. They could sense things where not as they should have been that night. It was as if an ominous presence, void of remorse, was nearing, stalking ever closer, it's intent of unspeakable evil.
A cold wind began to blow, rustling the fallen leaves that lay on the forest floor. At the mouth of a small burrow, a tiny, quivering, pink nose appeared. After a while a small head poked out from the
DIT: Forced to LiveForced to Live
As the sun's rays trickle in through the filmy, smudged windows, with their spider webs of cracks, a ballet of dust motes performs for an audience of nothingness. The warped floorboards creak and groan, as if complaining of the strains of day to day. They argue amongst themselves and with the rotting beams of the roof of who bears the weight of the house most. The House, crumbling and dilapidated beyond repair, so out of place among the towering forms of skeletal trees. Forgotten, even and it sinks into the ground with nature greedily reclaiming it. The roof is caving in, seeking to finally silence the banter of the floorboards below in it's crushing embrace. But for now the sagging roof must bide it's time, while it's shingles fall to the ground like leaves in autumn. The wind blows, dislodging a loose shingle and sending it skittering down the roof to the bleached and weather-beaten boards of the decrepit porch. It lands with a clacking sound which echoes throughout th
RainThe rain poured down in torrents. It was as if a great hole had been ripped in the sky and now its lifeblood gushed out. A bolt of lightning split through the sky and was followed immediately by a deafening clap of thunder. It was one of the worst storms the forest had seen in years and Click had to be out in the middle of it.
Click and Scruff had set out early that morning, and there had only been a light drizzle then. But as the day had progressed and things had gotten worse, so did the weather. The two cats had temporarily taken refuge under an old white pine whose bows at least offered some protection from the driving rain. A drop of water spattered on Click's nose. She sneezed. Looking up into the interweaving tangle of branches, she reflected briefly on the immense size of the tree she was currently taking shelter under. This tree, for all she knew, could be hundreds of years old. If trees could talk what stories this one could tell. Finding the idea of talking trees amusing
The Desert. An inhospitable place to everything except only the hardiest of creatures. And even they dare not go out onto the burning sands until the night has come and the temperatures drop to freezing. The Desert. Where heat, dehydration, and starvation are the alpha predators. They are cruel and merciless and they will kill you. The come not on feathered wings or silent paws, and do not strike out with piercing talons or snapping jaws. Instead they wait and bide their time, witling down on the body's defenses until nothing is left but a shriveled husk. The Desert. No place for a cat.
T'su Kai limped along across the scorching sands. Her paws pads where cracked and bleeding and it hurt terribly to walk. She had no idea how long she had been walking nor did she care. It was a miracle she was alive at all. This was her second day on her own. She had run blindly from the Palace, a sobbing, terrified flash of spotted fur. When she finally came to a stop, exhausted, overheated,
Memories of the Short PastLove
When we hear the word love most of us naturally think of wedding bells, husbands and wives, hearts and boxes of chocolate, of holding hands and first kisses. But love is much more than that for me. Love can blind a person. Love can blind you, make you impervious to another person's flaws or bad habits. Love can also make even the most sensible person foolish and impulsive, I know I've been there. Everyone want's to be cared for, nobody wants to feel as if they have been cast aside by the world. They want to feel they belong. They want to be somebody's hero, somebody knight in shining armor. Everyone wants to be loved. So love for me is nothing more than the willingness to except. To look at other people's differences and embrace them. To look at other's people's flaws and not care, welcoming them with open arms instead. That for me is what love really is.
Boyfriend who completely understood me
And said we'd always be together
Who told me "I love you"
The Lemonade Stand Ch.3Quirt sat on her chair, head propped up on one paw, vegetating do to the massive amounts of boredom she was currently undergoing. Business was slow (they almost never had customers anyway) and Click had failed to show up today. Quirt sighed, that lazy cat probably was passed out on the sofa back at Stormbreak's house. Suddenly Quirt heard a low grunt. Looking down the street she saw Click turn the corner followed by what looked for all the world like a dinosaur. Upon closer inspection, Quirt found that the "dinosaur" was actually a massive bird. It's glossy black feathers shone in the sun and it bobbed it's head frequently up and down, making the bright red wattles on it's neck sway to and fro. "What is that?!" Quirt asked, skittering up a nearby tree . "It's a cassowary, duh" Click said as if Quirt was lacking a great deal of brain cells to not know what a cassowary was. "A casso-what?!" Quirt asked climbing down from h
EpiphanyEpiphany - is an experience of sudden and striking realization. Generally the term is used to describe scientific breakthrough, religious or philosophical discoveries, but it can apply in any situation in which an enlightening realization allows a problem or situation to be understood from a new and deeper perspective.
Enlightened I am now in the shadow of the sun
that creeps through my window
in the corner of my room
My situation is heightened by an awareness of an utter reality
that I have come full circle in my life so far
This realization that ma
A Tragically Inspired IntrospectivePaul Walker, star of "The Fast and the Furious" movie series, died tragically last weekend. The Porsche Carerra GT he was riding in with his friend, former race car driver Roger Rodas, hit a tree with enough force to turn the car into a roaring inferno that roasted both men alive. The circumstances leading to the accident are currently unknown, but given the background of both of these men, they pushed that Porsche to its limits and were having fun all the way up to their deaths.
His family, fellow cast and crew, and the car enthusiast community are all currently mourning the death of these two men.
Why am I bringing this up? This accident got me thinking about a few of the comments and questions I've fielded over the past few years about being a car enthusiast: Why do we do it? Why are we so fixated on tinkering around with our cars, making them extensions of ourselves, pushing the limits of our machines, putting life and limb behind our balls for a hobby that could very well g
Religious Separation. Higher Preparation.Religious Separation. Higher Preparation.
The brightest of stars, expelling and resonating the most heavenly of higher powers.
From where in the stars originate ours?
We are merely a spec within the largest machine ever seen~ I recommend attempting to improve your insight~ maybe even intervene.
Have you ever seen the beautiful magnitude of solar systems grouped together over time accrued, especially when looked upon from an outside view?
The perception of scientifically proven informational invention, live mankind's greatest redemption; dependent if we are resilient and endure: and only if we change our misconception.
Which scientific or theological explanation do you prefer, and are they of a good intention?
A greater existence rests the fate of those whom are willing to pursue.
My only limitation is knowing when this will occur~ which will unveil the curtain magnificently pure~ exposing the seam within this broken dream.
Realizations of our un
The KeepersIn life you will realize that there is a purpose for everyone you meet. Some will test you, some will use you, and some will teach you. But most important are the ones that bring out the best in you. Those are the ones worth keeping around.
Oh How She Wonders...She wants to go to somebody, its strange she's never needed to before. Her names Araya and she had meet he biological father about two in a half years ago, she was only 14, her birthday was in two weeks. It was his birthday when she met him, she was the present if a lifetime.
A few months pasted and everything was great but she had a weird feeling, one she shouldn't take. But she did one night when he showed the same feelings, he said he was scared and she said she was too because "It would be weird." But once they were all on the same page everything was okay, exciting and gay.
She took up on an offer she should've never done and kept an intimate relationship with him. She promised not to cheat but it was hard to be in a relationship she couldn't show. It killed her inside. And she dated a guy her age, broke her dads trust. She was never to do it again. Never to go out from under his wing again. And she didn't; at least for a little while.
About 8 months after being clean and doing ev
La vida es inevitableGuatemala, 05/12/2013
La vida es inevitable
(En memoria de Nelson Mandela)
Porque nadie vive físicamente para siempre, todos debemos morir en su momento. Dicen que la muerte no tiene solución y yo pregunto ¿desde cuándo es un problema? Aquellos que murieron viven para siempre en el corazón de quienes los recuerdan. Viven porque la vida es inevitable.
An Umbrella in the RainA rainy day at the bus stop is the usual scene to me.
It isn't always rainy, but it feels like it.
Grey, cold, and wet often dominates the atmosphere.
Fabric clinging to the chilling skin as time seems to drag on with the developing muck.
Even when the sun is out and the world is filled with natural joy,
I am still stuck at that rainy day.
That silly day dream that turned into a reality.
An umbrella was held over my head,
A gentle voice asks, voice filled with genuine concern.
A minute ticked and we were walking in the rain,
Away from the stop, and away from that scene.
A little warmth in a cold world.
A warmth I never felt before.
Clay PotsAs a child, we view the world with eyes unclouded by hate and do not look through lenses blurred by prejudice or fear. Like us, the world is new. It's only when we get older that we realize that the world is not all black and white. The world is gray, but it's a dark gray. Young minds are as soft and malleable as clay and like clay, we are shaped, kneaded, folded and torn apart. Then we are left out to dry. We become harder and sometimes we crack. Some of us are clay sculptures, crafted, skillfully detailed, shaped to resemble the objects we represent. Others are tools to be manipulated by our bearers. But most of us are clay jars. Beneath our hard exterior we contain many things hidden to the prying eyes of society. It is only when we remover or lids, or they are removed for us, that our inner emotions tumble out. But clay, like nubile young minds, can only be used once. After the clay has dried, it is no longer flexible or shapeable and if one is to attempt to b
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