Quirk, a tark'ee the color of matcha with a pelt vibrantly spotted with koi, hopped up onto the smooth boulders. A dark bracelet curled around one of her front wrists, obsidian-black with a stripe of blue upon the stomach. "Ahem," she coughed to clear her throat, and absent-mindedly twisted the bracelet around her fingers–revealing that it was not a piece of jewerly, but a newborn creature: A draconic tark'ee, by any means not much larger than a garden snake. "Hear ye, here ye!" She called,...

The City of Naveh–if you could even call it that–was more akin to a red crater. The structures were formed out of the thick, red clay, forming tunnel-like abodes with several sets of doors and windows. The tallest red brick buildings formed the watchtowers, which were visible well outside the stone-tooth perimeter wall. Though it was only late day, the sky above was an eerie dark purple that tinted the buildings and pelts of inhabitants. It was better than the long desert that the ...

Skritch had done it. The tsabhua successfully immigrated to the world of Xiunus. After settling on a site smack-dab in the middle of the ocean and completing at least two minutes' worth of grueling forms, it was official. The colony of Sea Cucumbers had been founded with the pure and noble purpose of massive profit. "What, did you think this was a charity?" Skitch shrugs, "So what? Other colonies may sa...