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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 wa...

The tsabhua bull made his way over the familiar lands, a place he hadn't thought he'd ever be coming back to again. Of course, those he'd run into so far had simply smiled and given him a wave. They didn't know him enough to wonder why he was back - or really care, unless he was planning to return to the tribe. Which he wasn't. In fact, he hoped to leave with an old friend. He'd left roughly two years ago to begin his own tribe - which was technically a colony under that DPIP th...

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...

One sun was in the sky, and while it was early by Xiunus standards the tsabhua were rousing themselves, relighting fires and sorting out breakfast.  The three colonists were travel-worn and knew the routine already.  Dawnbreaker set about getting food while Cygnus packed up their sleeping blankets.  Kukimbia watched them, munching on berries she had in a bowl.  Orion, who usually helped with the morning proceedings, was instead suspiciously checking over the...

The brick tsabhua doe slid towards the slate huntress, tail flicking.  "Wheeler!" She called out, catching her blue tribemate's attention.   "Lark?  What is it?" The huntress asked, looking over her shoulder and away from whatever she'd been studying.   The farmer dipped her head in greeting, giving a kind smile to the more stoic doe, "We've been asked to take over a few gathering patrols for a few days." Lark explained simply.  ...

Vi'el didn't know how long had passed...  She'd been watching, waiting for an opening - for a chance at escape.   Varuni was far more hesitant, even if the 'tests' were horrid things to go through.   But tonight, their captor - Claudia, a black and brown canine creature - had made a mistake.  Thinking there was no way her little experiments would ever think to run off into the large world of the unknown, she was apparently getting careless as ...