Meg’s spirit sat amongst the spirits of trees and grass and air, listening as they spoke to her. She heard words of the failing of ancient ways, tales of Garou succumbing to the Wyrm, and tales of a dark Wyrm essence deep within the bowels of the university building. There was Wyrm from over the seas, Wyrm in the highest towers, and Wyrm ( Read more... )

Trent crept around the university, sniffing at this and that. He could sense the Wyrm taint somewhere, and it was near by. He just couldn’t narrow it down any more than that. He decided to go to buildings that looked like they would hold laboratories, but at each door he approached, someone shooed him away. He eventually snuck into some bushes ( Read more... )

Moonbeams danced in Mira’s dreams, filling her thoughts. Images of the beautiful garden of Sokhta surrounded her and she found herself compelled to enter its presence. Within she saw the lady of the land, robes flowing and eyes glowing. The woman spoke, with gentle, hushed tones ( Read more... )

Trent slept uneasy, tossing and turning, waking each time his movements became to violent and Fangs or Ace nipped him to make him stop. He finally awoke, early, before the others. Shifting to human form to open the door he leapt out, becoming wolfen again as he ran through the forests ( Read more... )

Caeron raised his weapon high and prepared to strike, meaning to deliver his vengeance upon his ancestor. His enemies too were ready for battle, summoning magics of unbelievable fury to raise against he and his Janissaries. As Caeron and the wizards’ incantations leapt forward as one everything froze. The Janissary Archmagus then felt himself ( Read more... )

Trent had no idea how long he had been running. Brambles and thistles cut at his flanks as he rushed through the underbrush, his muzzle pointed forward, sniffing for any trace of her. “Mira!” he barked out through the forests, but to no avail. She was nowhere to be found. Still he continued to run until he run no further and collapsed in a heap ( Read more... )

Cacama slept once more, mind drifting through the ways of dreamland. The forest this time was still green, but darker in nature, moon shining bright overhead. He walked through the woods on two legs, looking about at the calls of birds and the rustle of small animals ( Read more... )

Cacama’s mind drifted through dreamland, the feel of renewed purpose and strength filling his thoughts. He walked through the green woods of the sleeping world, at peace for the first time he could remember ( Read more... )

December 23, 2012. Brown set the paper he was reading down to contemplate that. The plane flight was taking longer than expected, though it always did when he wanted to get somewhere fast. So sense in rushing things though, not with people noticing. The end of the world. It would sure be the end of someone’s world if anything happened to Iris ( Read more... )

Jaedyn gazed at the silent young man that sat before her, eating his chicken curry. She took some bites of hers but something about him attracted her gaze far more than her food. His eyes were large and dark, constantly looking around but for what she did not know. His limbs were slender, but muscular and his hair unkempt about his face, ( Read more... )