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Lost Wanderings 6Hector stood atop a flag pole, his eges glued to Ember. after a little over 10 years, his memory of her was a little fuzzy. he was delighted to see her again, as delighted as was possible for him.
hector jumped off the flag pole and landed on a street yet to be flooded. his jacket flapped in the wind as he reached into his pocket to grasp the portal, a scaly bell shaped fruit that grew into a portal linking to another fruit close to whoever was being looked for.
hector pushed a finger into the top part in the center of the leafy fronds, this made the bottom open and sprout tentacles. he placed it gently on the ground and pressed the head down, then backing up as it yawned. the purple air from their world entered ours. hector started chanting, exactly as he did to get here the first time.
"hemlock... find hemlock... bring me hemlock..."
ember felt herself being moved and snapped back to reality to see Karne holding her shoulders and flapping his wings. he looked
Lost Wanderings 5a child walked down the beach alone, he wanted a nice place to build a sand castle and the place his parents chose was too crowded. he walked on until he saw a black pile of cloth surrounded by shells and empty bottles. he marvelled at all the shiny pieces of shell around the cloth and walked up to it, hands eager and bucket willing. he scooped up 3 shells and dropped them into his bucket with a loud thunk. he looked for more full shells and saw a beautiful conch shell half buried infront of him.
at his touch, the shell jerked forward and scurried into the pile of cloth. the child, eager to catch the shell lifted the cloth and climbed inside. he climbed over a fold and saw the tip if the shell disappear over a mound of fur ahead of him. he put a hand to the soft fur and stroked it gently, wondering what it could be. it moved away from beneath his hand and startled him. he scooted back with a gasp and felt the ground beneath him move
Lost Wanderings 4Abihu wasn't dead yet, but he wasn't entirely alive either. he laid in a mangled pile, his bones turned to dust, and his body paralyzed from the base of the neck down. he felt his life slipping out of his hands and fought desperately to hold onto it. he fed on the fears of the ants beneath him and summoned enough energy to turn a leaf on his lips into a mouse. it scurried around him and buried his body in leaves, sand, and anything else it could find lying around. gathering more energy from the animals watching him, he melded the leaves and such into a large black bear. he used the illusion as a body and shambled off in search of the bitch who tried to kill him.
10 Senegals and a handful of anthros stood around in the inaccessible convention room behind the presidential suite. 7 of the senagals argued with eachother and shouted demands for an explanation. 3 of them stood next to heath looking a bit hopeless. "I wish they'd shut up long enough t
Lost Wanderings 3it's an odd feeling to be ripped from reality, even if it is only for a brief moment, most people immediately collapse and lose whatever they'd eaten the past few days. Gil was no exception. he was crouched on the ground losing his only meal in days with ARK hovering next to him, trying her best to stifle a laugh. "you're mind wasn't clear Gil, what was your final thought?"
he coughed more, an answer sputtering to the surface. "my thought was 'this is weird...', and now this."
"I tried to warn you."
"she did, you get use to it after a couple of jumps. where did you take us anyways?"
"I... don't actually... I have no idea..."
"what? how do you not know!?"
"calm down Jaq, she has all of our powers and she can jump anywhere I can through the small rips I leave behind. so I sent her on a wild goose chase!"
"it didn't work..." gil turned over to see a massive sergal towering over them. She was atleast 14 feet tall and incredibly muscular. Her claws
Lost Wanderings 2Gil sat in a small village diner licking his chops. everything he saw on the menu looked good, but he had no money. he set the menu down and trotted out, thoughts swimming after each other held mentions of a job, but gil was trained for hunting and attacking and killing. no one would hire for that and the place he just left didn't pay him for his services. he growled and kicked a bit of snow. a whistling overhead snatched his attention and a rock snatched his consciousness.
gil sat up with a groan of pain. an old woman gently pushed him back down to a bed of straw and covered him with a soft horse blanket. "don't make too much noise now, pa thinks you're just a hurt dog." gil looked up to her kind face, then back to the ceiling. an owl sat on the second level of the barn and hooted happily at the two.
"what happened? where am i?"
"you were outside my diner, and a rock hit you in the head. other then that, I'm not sure."
Lost WanderingsGil stood atop the mountain, he gazed at the crater that was sector 17 and he wondered what had happened to it. he thought of checking, but he had something more important to do, but he didn't quite know what it was. he kicked a rock and watched it roll down the side of the mountain. "long ways down isn't it? I hope I don't fall." an older man had walked up behind gil and was looking down at the grass.
"are you talking to me?"
"am I? I don't really know. please point me to the top please."
"this is the top, the highest point around."
"thank you very much! where is your hand?" the man had stumbled to the tree and was rubbing his hands on it.
"can you see me?"
"not a lick, I was born this way, you see? and I promised I'd reach the top of this here mountain before I died! and I have! so long sonny!" the old man fell over into a cushion of grass and let out a sigh. "I'm falling!" gil shook his head and looked bac
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