Harkley 0427's Gallery

Scale eyed the silver Tsabhua with suspicion as they as in the waiting area of the little clinic. So far, Harkley hadn't done anything in specific to earn the suspicion, but Scale was rather safe than sorry. Howl had peered into the clinic earlier, seen Harkley, and discretely handed Scale a note before "helping her clean" the clinic, clearly keeping an eye on the Tsabhua as she did. The clinic has been spotless, as always, but luckily Harkley hadn't seemed to notice. The word of...

Nathalia regarded the wall with caution, arms crossed as she looked at it. A few other colonists stood around, eyeing the walls as well, comparing notes and theorizing. Howl seemed to be chatting with two Tsabhua from other colonies.    "Ah! Hi Nathalia! These are Spiridus and Harkley, we were just talking about the etching... We ah, still have no clue." Howl awkwardly said.   Nathalia chuckled "That makes sense. it's a lot to decipher." She lo...

The joys of plants are indescribable. Arden’s mind was practically blank, purely enjoying being in her greenhouse, her nose buried in one of the best smelling plants she had. The whelps she was in charge of would be there shortly, but for now, she had the peace and quiet of the plants. Nothing in the world was more relaxing to the silver tsab than being alone with nature.  Soon enough though, the peace was broken...

Light flickered softly across the floor of the mossy grove as it did at the start of every morning. It slowly became more abrasive as the morning sun began its journey through the sky, beaming away at the sleeping members of the colony. Feeling this especially strongly, Arden groaned, light plastering itself across her face. Waking up was always the hardest part of the day. The silver tsab was always grumpy in the morning. It was quite the disadvantage to her pa...