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Dillyweed | Irody They had a break. It was a comfortable break and the food energized both the Styra and Pachy well. Now they had a harder goal. The sun was at the point where it was beginning to go down. Which made it a time sensitive mission. They could always continue the day after but Irody wanted as much done the same day as possible and Obscura, as kind as she was, wanted to help Irody as much as she possibly ...

Ariadne, a small, pale Atopo with dark bands wrapping around her tail, was swimming around nearby the coast. The ocean water was much colder now, as the seasons were changing once more. She didn't mind too much, seeing as it barely affected her source of food. The pale Atopo proceeded to swim around, grabbing both seaweed and fun trinkets to bring with her. She wants to find something fun to give her friends for the h...

It was a chilly winter day, the sun just beginning to set on the horizon and painting the sky with vibrant yellows and soft oranges, almost appearing like a sea of gold. Most would stay tucked away beneath some form of shelter or in a nest during these kinds of days- however, today was a special day. A day of giving and quality time. Mocker had been preparing for weeks now, picking out the perfect gifts and who to give them to. He trotted along the old man-made trail toward the beach, the win...

Dillyweed | Irody Irody looked around the area. She was never one to consider settling down. And she wanted to move around again. But for now she was content with their place of living. She and Obscura were fixing their winter home. The home that would shelter them through the snow and cold. It was an old, underground storage basement. The house that stood on top of it was long ago leveled to the ground. Only the fo...

The sand coloured anteo by the name Järker was marching over the now snowy sand on the beach he frequently visited throughout the year. He walked with wide steps, much like a bulldog, and he was very much disgruntled over the cold coat of snow that was burying his precious playground. In protest over the weather, he whacked his brightly coloured tail tip against the ground at times to throw away some snow. It wouldnâ...