Events

Forge paces as he waits for the feather gel to dry. The soft glow of dusk quickly gives way to full night, and the lights come on. He checks the clock on the wall, the digital face glowing softly. The seconds tick by painfully into minutes. Then, as the prescribed time finishes, he continues. The complex combs feel both familiar and alien in his paws. He works them through his ruff, and down the sides of his neck, and hummed in blatant insecurity. Why is this so hard? he wonde...

The winds were whistling pleasantly through the spire-like mountains and rock formations of the Singing Vale, Vice felt the gentle breeze ruffle his feathers and he paused to enjoy the quaint atmosphere. Out of all the places he had wandered to so far this was by far one of his favorites, the creatures here were easy to deal with and the landscape was gorgeous. Not to mention this mountainous region wasn't exactly the easiest place to build houses upon let alone...

Vice found himself sitting on a rocky outcrop, staring off across the vast deep violet sands of the region of Antikutan. It had been a long time since he had visited this accursed place and just seeing those eerily empty dunes made a pit of unease well up in his stomach. Long ago when he had been wandering the world after leaving his home pack Vice had entered the war torn wasteland while on his travels. He hadn't traveled there for any reason in particular, he ...