[Private] Land of Ferals
Gedhyr's Clan
Playing with fire...elementals
Clan Info
Reminder to self:
Listen to this
Laser-cannon bank-robbing.
Also
STALKING! SEXYBACK! FUN! HIJACKING! WEEKEND! ROBBERY!
Wishlist, I guess?
SPECIAL THANKS TO SOCIALBOOKWORM AND IMPOSSIBLEJEDI4 FOR MY BEAUTIFUL MIND FIRE
Ridgeback M
Sanguine|Gold|Gold
Skink|Saturn|Runes
Light
HAVE MY HEART, SOC XD
Skydancer M
Silver|Thicket|Orange
Skink|Spinner|Contour
Earth
Imperial M
Moon|Green|Caribbean
Iridescent|Facet|Runes
Wind
Wildclaw M
Charcoal|Emerald|Metals
Clown|Toxin|Spines
Plague
Coatl M
Navy|Fire|Banana
Iridescent|Facet|Underbelly
Fire
Tundra F
Radioactive|Watermelon|Watermelon
Pinstripe|Rosette|Glimmer
Arcane
Coatl M
Abyss|Copper|Copper
Savannah|Bee|Capsule
Lightning
Fae F
Obsidian|Sanguine|Cream
Jaguar|Toxin|Ghost
Light
Listen to this
Kattata wrote on 2017-03-15:
SOME KIND OF BIZARRE GEDDIAN FEVER DREAM
Kattata wrote on 2017-02-10:
Kattata wrote on 2017-02-10:
Gedhyr wrote on 2017-02-10:
.....unless you can convince me....
STALKING! SEXYBACK! FUN! HIJACKING! WEEKEND! ROBBERY!
Profile wrote:
Mindfire wrote:
The Wayal Talik
He had heard of it once, back when he was One of unnamed Many. His pack then would tell stories as they roamed the land like nomads, ever restless and hungry. Whispers and hisses made to keep the young Ones from wandering too far, tales meant to entertain and thrill the elders. It especially became louder when they settled down to rest in the outskirts of the Metal-Benders' territory, dangerously close to the arid land of the Gear-Talkers and Thunder-Harnessers.
It had been his sixth settle-down since he hatched, his first in that particular area. He listened as the elders regaled of unforeseen attacks that had taken few from the many, of the gnarled spears of electricity that would strike out of the blue. There would be no cloud in sight, they say. There would be no indication or warning. Just a sudden white hot, blinding blue flash and then death.
Flash Death, they called it. For once struck by Flash Death, the unfortunate One is no longer of the Many. They mocked it in light jest, but feared it immensely.
They, except he.
Ever since his hatching, he would always turn to one direction. He knew it from tracking the Sky Fireball in the day and the Twin Sisters at night. Whether asleep or awake, he would find himself facing a certain horizon, hearing a call only he can understand.
And on his sixth settle-down, he finally knew why.
He had broken away from the Many while they slept, sated by meat and tales that thrill. Nose to that specific direction, he ran and ran for a day and a half. He could feel electricity thrum through his flesh and shock his bones, stronger and stronger as he got closer and closer. He found himself responding to the surge, found himself bursting forward at speeds no one before him had ever reached. He felt like speed itself, like the electricity fueling him.
Like Tal'Ik. Like Flash Death.
But he never did fear it. So why stop now?
Why stop when he felt more than just One of unnamed Many?
When he first stepped into the cracked soil of the arid land, he knew he had answered the call.
He had heard of it once, back when he was One of unnamed Many. His pack then would tell stories as they roamed the land like nomads, ever restless and hungry. Whispers and hisses made to keep the young Ones from wandering too far, tales meant to entertain and thrill the elders. It especially became louder when they settled down to rest in the outskirts of the Metal-Benders' territory, dangerously close to the arid land of the Gear-Talkers and Thunder-Harnessers.
It had been his sixth settle-down since he hatched, his first in that particular area. He listened as the elders regaled of unforeseen attacks that had taken few from the many, of the gnarled spears of electricity that would strike out of the blue. There would be no cloud in sight, they say. There would be no indication or warning. Just a sudden white hot, blinding blue flash and then death.
Flash Death, they called it. For once struck by Flash Death, the unfortunate One is no longer of the Many. They mocked it in light jest, but feared it immensely.
They, except he.
Ever since his hatching, he would always turn to one direction. He knew it from tracking the Sky Fireball in the day and the Twin Sisters at night. Whether asleep or awake, he would find himself facing a certain horizon, hearing a call only he can understand.
And on his sixth settle-down, he finally knew why.
He had broken away from the Many while they slept, sated by meat and tales that thrill. Nose to that specific direction, he ran and ran for a day and a half. He could feel electricity thrum through his flesh and shock his bones, stronger and stronger as he got closer and closer. He found himself responding to the surge, found himself bursting forward at speeds no one before him had ever reached. He felt like speed itself, like the electricity fueling him.
Like Tal'Ik. Like Flash Death.
But he never did fear it. So why stop now?
Why stop when he felt more than just One of unnamed Many?
When he first stepped into the cracked soil of the arid land, he knew he had answered the call.
Tudur wrote:
.......looking back now, he knew how fitting the name would be for his pack.
He had taken in strangers and vagabonds and rogues when they had staggered into his way a-bustling, like rolling thunder. He had taken them in and it felt like he had been struck by the thunderbolts that were their personalities and their habits and their ways of living. They were Tal'Ik, all of them. And he was sure that with their shenanigans, they would be the death of him someday.
But he welcomed them anyway. Because they were Tal'Ik like him.
"Tal'Ik" would then be "Talik", a rough translation of the Many's Tongue and the equivalent of Common Draconian's "Lightning".
"Wa'Yal" was what the Many called outsiders, those who didn't share their need to roam and search and kill for meat. Compressed into "Wayal" and he would have the Many's Tongue for "Stray".
Ugh. He was no expert at this. Maybe he can have one from his pack handle the linguistics....
No. Not "pack". They were a clan now. He could feel it. The Many were a pack, single-minded and wary of outsiders. Only the strong survive and the weak are left behind.
They, the strays he had taken in, had minds of their own, goals only they can accomplish. But they grow and learn together. They live and breathe and fight for one another. These ungrateful and loud jerks, these idiots and their idiotic schemes....
These stray lightning bolts.
The Wayal Talik were a clan.
His clan.
He had taken in strangers and vagabonds and rogues when they had staggered into his way a-bustling, like rolling thunder. He had taken them in and it felt like he had been struck by the thunderbolts that were their personalities and their habits and their ways of living. They were Tal'Ik, all of them. And he was sure that with their shenanigans, they would be the death of him someday.
But he welcomed them anyway. Because they were Tal'Ik like him.
"Tal'Ik" would then be "Talik", a rough translation of the Many's Tongue and the equivalent of Common Draconian's "Lightning".
"Wa'Yal" was what the Many called outsiders, those who didn't share their need to roam and search and kill for meat. Compressed into "Wayal" and he would have the Many's Tongue for "Stray".
Ugh. He was no expert at this. Maybe he can have one from his pack handle the linguistics....
No. Not "pack". They were a clan now. He could feel it. The Many were a pack, single-minded and wary of outsiders. Only the strong survive and the weak are left behind.
They, the strays he had taken in, had minds of their own, goals only they can accomplish. But they grow and learn together. They live and breathe and fight for one another. These ungrateful and loud jerks, these idiots and their idiotic schemes....
These stray lightning bolts.
The Wayal Talik were a clan.
His clan.
SPECIAL THANKS TO SOCIALBOOKWORM AND IMPOSSIBLEJEDI4 FOR MY BEAUTIFUL MIND FIRE
Sanguine|Gold|Gold
Skink|Saturn|Runes
Light
HAVE MY HEART, SOC XD
Silver|Thicket|Orange
Skink|Spinner|Contour
Earth
Imperial M
Moon|Green|Caribbean
Iridescent|Facet|Runes
Wind
Wildclaw M
Charcoal|Emerald|Metals
Clown|Toxin|Spines
Plague
Coatl M
Navy|Fire|Banana
Iridescent|Facet|Underbelly
Fire
Tundra F
Radioactive|Watermelon|Watermelon
Pinstripe|Rosette|Glimmer
Arcane
Coatl M
Abyss|Copper|Copper
Savannah|Bee|Capsule
Lightning
Fae F
Obsidian|Sanguine|Cream
Jaguar|Toxin|Ghost
Light
Recent Comments
you will be smacked back to life by mal. she refuses to let you die because mire would become a sad bean and wouldnt leave her alone about it. he would become annoying and useless XD
*straight face* danger noodle stick
oh no. get mire in here. he'll eat that stick and it will be over. get mal in here and she'll kill both parties. whichever.
*aggressive waving of thy stick* en guarde!! lmao blaze xD
heh. the stick is done for.
*takes stick* my stick now. and im doing okay :> wbu?
yus! talk to the awkward bean of a fren. go and poke them, ask them whats up. stuff like that... i really dont know.
CTWK. they are an awkward bean and they need a less awkward bean to help them. idk what they want to talk about.
hey fren. other fren wants to chat but is a scared fren.
I mean, a lot of the aspects of the game are really great! But... the game itself is a bit tedious and boring to me. Its still fun to pass time though. Its easy to get stuck on a lot of quests n stuff but besides that, its not too bad
I've played moon, but its not all that its cracked up to be. And I hate how in the rest of the games your pkmn can't follow you ;; I wanna see a giant reshie following me around and destroying everything in its path... Is that too much to ask Nintendo? XD
ooooo I love that one too!! I was never able to play the older games, but I dud play Pokemon white (I wish I had black ;;) and Pokemon x. Pokemon x holds a special place in my heart xD
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