Adventure

Latte had been following Blood Splatter for about an hour, and the midday sun was beginning to heat the forest around them. He had hoped that the highlands would be cooler, but the humidity trapped the heat making the air suffocatingly hot. He was thankful it had been a week or two since he came up here, the altitude mixed with the heat may have gotten him if he hadn’t. The acro also seemed bothered by the heat, although less so. “Just a little further, we can rest when we get to t...

A red, constantly flickering light illuminated the long, seemingly endless corridor. Everything in this place clearly indicated that this ragged building had been abandoned long ago – perhaps even before the people mysteriously vanished from the archipelago. The pale, featureless walls were covered from end to end with suspicious-looking stains. It was hard to tell whether these stains were mould, or perhaps simply dirt that had accumulated over the years? The floor was thickly covered with...

Solace bowed his head, his nose almost touching the blades of grass growing in front of him. They were flattened. Not randomly – it was definitely not the result of some blades simply being weaker than others. The dents formed a series of blurred shapes, evenly spaced, in an almost straight line. Footsteps. The male drew in a breath, carefully analysing all its elements. He smiled to himself when he realised that there was something here he was looking for – her scent. It was fresh...

The pleasant, not too loud sound of waves echoed off the sandy dunes, signalling to everyone around that the sea was calm today. A gentle breeze brushed the surface of the beach, doing so so subtly that it was difficult to see any effects of its actions. Swavelli lay on the warm sand, allowing the loose substance to cover her limbs. With a gentle gaze and half-closed eyes, she observed her surroundings - she was completely relaxed. Seffe snuggled up to her side, absorbing the warmth tr...

The old museum, long abandoned and dilapidated, still held vast amounts of displays and relics intact. Where humans would’ve paced between the stands and information panels, there was now an onslaught of whimsical decor and no end to festival activity unleashed. Cheron, ringleader of this peculiar event, claimed this vault of knowledge and preserved history as his base of operation, and the Lunar Light Festival was in full swing! The aerospace wing of the museum became the centre of ...