Associated Gallery Posts in L'Hatzif

Zephyr was setting out again, for the third day in a row. He wanted to have more supplies for the colony in general, and he wanted to see what resources grow close to the colony. He did his best not to show how excited he was as Orcana dragged her feet behind him. "Zeph… you can not be this excited to walk around and look at mushrooms… again." The black and white whelp dragging her claws which each step she made, clearly trying to make Zephyr slow his pace. Zephyr stopped for a moment ...

After Vermillion's "exciting" day with the Department of Protected Inhabited Planets employees he found himself now somewhere in a swamp called L'hatzif. When going through all the places available for a colony it was the only one that called to him. At least there would be some sense of normalcy in the tall foliage whether tree or mushroom mattered little to him. The DPIP had the express joy of walking him through everything and reading information to him, as he could not read the holopad hi...

A young whelp was the first to join the colony. A young male, standing at eight foot and eleven inches tall. His markings were simple but striking, Zephyr had only three markings. One marking stretched from the very top of his nose, to use past his upper arms. It continued to travel to a point down his spine touching the shoulder of his lower arms but reaching a point in a mane in the middle of his back. This marking was an oat color, and contained a lighter stripe on the back of his neck. A ...

Meuphyr was preparing himself for the day, several days prior, he had overworked to finish all his tasks so he could get a day off, finally he would have enough time to pursue a specialization, he always wanted to become a gatherer. Being in nature is very soothing for him, it would also be a good opportunity to try gardening! His researcher located a nearby tribe where he could go look for a teacher to assist him, she saw it on her holographic map and took a piece of paper and a quill to qui...

A Tsabhua whelp was trekking through the thick forests of the L'hatzif. ((The ground was soaked, a wet squelch with every step a constant reminder that he was trekking through a swamp.)) Zephyr's paws now coated in mud as he continued to travel along the terrain, he would stop every so often and look upwards towards the tops of the mushrooms which created such a dense forest. ((It was Mid-Shemesh a time to avoid areas with multiple Crees Monolith as they were in spore, and would continue to b...

The rhythm of Dylidae's steady pace thumping on the ground, or gliding through waters, sent Nepeta to sleep with Lantana fighting the urge herself. The whelps had exhausted themselves of questions and it became quite clear, at least to Torook, that despite his eagerness to help the whelps, Dylidae much preferred the serenity of silence. ((The wonderful and colourful world of the Fungal Forest slowly slid by as the suns made their way across the hazy sky above.)) Lantana began to slump into th...