Bil stared at the starlit sky. The distant lights were dimmed by Man's own lights, and that comforted her.
She didn't want to think about them, and what they represented.
After Manuel had left, she left soon after, without saying a word. Normally, the sunset reminded her of spilled blood, but that evening it seemed more like a dying ember.
Bil knew she had let Sól and Hjúki d...
2017-01-26 11:23:27 +0000 UTC View PostJonathan laid on his bed, finishing his film history assignment.
After his incident with Manuel he run away into the woods, where he chided himself once more. His left hand still hurt, from punching a tree trunk in a fit of rage at himself, as he fought back hiccups and tears with little success.
He didn’t know for how long he stood there, practicing every curse word he knew ...
2017-01-26 11:17:10 +0000 UTC View Post
Bil was sitting atop Mount Gros Morne. Before her were deep, almost barren valleys and canyons with just a slight amount of greenery near the bottom, its desolate lands laid out before her during the harsh light of midday.
Every spring she'd come to that same spot for sightseeing and reflection. And for all that time isolation never ceased to have the same effect on her. ...
2017-01-26 11:14:58 +0000 UTC View Post
Manuel sighed, staring at the sea.
The waters, still blue, gray and cyan, had largely stagnated long ago, laying calm and restful, the small waves seldom higher than his knees even during days of strong wind - a progressively freakier occurrence as he grew up.
In the shallows seaweed and seagrass piled up in large masses of dead vegetation, offering a nauseous salty scen...
2017-01-26 11:12:46 +0000 UTC View Post
Hati stared at the sea.
He hated it. He hated it so very much.
He despised water in general, the memories of his prey still in his mind, even if the nightsky laid empty and dark, and the oceans only ever slightly longer rose and fell with the tides.
One brief glimpse of awareness illuminated him about his hypocrisy, for this was m...
2017-01-26 11:10:22 +0000 UTC View Post
Berta made her way to the hills. The path was thorny and wet, each foot step a splash on disgustingly yellowish mud. A hint of cold could be felt on her boots, and for a moment she was tempted to curse the air and frost, but the mere thought chilled the back of her mind.
They might have taken Ty, she pondered, and the very thought alarmed her.
It ...
2017-01-26 01:28:03 +0000 UTC View Post
Australia is easily one of the most undersampled of all continents when it comes to fossils. Great patches of the Late Cretaceous and early Cenozoic are unknown to us, being devoid of known fossil-bearing formations. We know nothing of what lived in Australia at the time Tyrannosaurus rex roamed North America, and the following 40 million years are just barely better.
To th...
2017-01-26 01:26:37 +0000 UTC View Post
Agnomakhos' face was a statue. His bronze helm hid most of his humanoid features, making it unreadable. Beneath him, his leonine steed half was ironically far easier to relate to, but even it sat in an austere silent, as stone-faced as possible for a cat.
Below, in the city of Meletis, an entire battalion of leonin returned from war broken, struggling t...
2017-01-26 01:21:36 +0000 UTC View Post