In a forgotten cluster of space lay a planet known to the locals as

Nyumbani

. A very strange world, covered in yellow dry grass thickets up to one's waist. The air was dry and arid, making breathing hard when the sun was high. A place home to many strange alien species of grazing herd creatures. Six legs, barely covered in gray fur and large horns on their heads,

something

     A calming breeze brushed through the trees and undergrowth of the forest. Chilling the naked

flareon

humanoid as he walked trying to find a warm place to stay that night. The sun has long since tipped under the horizon. He soon gathered some wood and used his breath to light a fire inside the mouth of a damp cave. The

flareon

was no

A Night with a Rex Lasts Forever.


    
You’re a new hire for a park as a night shift watchmen. The night had come, like an endless veil, suffocating a warm sun. You watch as it passed down below a horizon of many colors, all reaching out eventual blackness. This marked the start of your shift. All you had to do is kick out late night guests and walk around with a flashlight along the trails. Nothing hard, but an

(This is a retelling of a scene in my current DND campaign that one of my friends wanted to make a commission for to help me out.)





    
Nat had finally made it home, to the ruins of a large bunker complex on the dead glassed world of Eden. She had followed the call of the Hunt, the very rallying call of her Clan, Clan Fox Hound. The mech clan that ended the great civil war an