Quirk 1593's Gallery

"So, where do you think the monster's egg is supposed to be?" Quirk stared between the two, her brows furrowed lightly in confusion. ((The two had burrowed far underneath the L'Hatzif bunker, traveling through miles of underground tunnels. Luminescent fungi spread out their mushrooms and themselves, glowed like little lamps, making the depths relatively bright–and more difficult for the true depth of scale to be obscured, in any sense. They'd stepped over small puddles that were grad...

"It's going to break!" Shenzi's desperate voice fought against the wind just to be heard. Lightning struck hard, the flash revealing a wooden raft with the three Xiunari clinging. Quirk held onto the mast as hard as she could, green paws clutching tight. The winds whipped down on the sail, ripping it from the post and yanking it high into the darkness. The wood howled from the crushing weight being exerted against it, and could break at any moment. "Hold on!" Akira called out, his long...

Quirk, a tark'ee the color of matcha with a pelt vibrantly spotted with koi, hopped up onto the smooth boulders. A dark bracelet curled around one of her front wrists, obsidian-black with a stripe of blue upon the stomach. "Ahem," she coughed to clear her throat, and absent-mindedly twisted the bracelet around her fingers–revealing that it was not a piece of jewerly, but a newborn creature: A draconic tark'ee, by any means not much larger than a garden snake. "Hear ye, here ye!" She called,...

((The air was thick and heavy with the scent of smoke, vapors, and far too many bodies in close quarters. A dimly lit room, though large in and of itself, was packed seemingly wall to wall with those dancing, partying, drinking, and all around having a good time. The occasional colored strobe light illuminated club-goers at random. The room was alive with the thumping bass of loud speakers, energetic music streaming out from them. On two opposite sides of the room huge illuminated words procl...

The three Tark'ee nosed their way across the hot sand. ((The air gifted them with a cool ocean breeze and the sound of soft waves lapping against the sand beneath their feat called softly from the water. All around golden sands stretched out meeting the ocean itself on one side and towering grey and brown cliffs on the other. Few plants grew this close to the ocean's salty waves, but a couple specs of green could be made out higher up among the cracks of the cliffs. The sun shone high in the ...