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...

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 ...