& Blikk RT12's Gallery

Predict wasn't quite sure what he was looking at. ((In front of him was a large hole, muddy and slippery. Falling into it would mean quite the task in getting back out.)) Which meant that the belemoid was quite confused about the fact that several other Xunari were milling about, digging in the soft soil. He looked behind him, where Carus and Morgain were chatting with another Xunari- a Mirehi native called Issun. It seemed like the three were well occupied in their chat, not loo...

It had been a normal day out at first. Some of the whelps, Blast, Snap, and Spring, had been wanting to go see the swamp. They usually weren't really allowed in the swamp, as the colony considered it to be more dangerous than the fungal forest, but with water levels being low Blikk had figured it'd be okay to take the kids.   "Are we almost there, Mr. Blikk?" Snap asked hesitantly. They had been walking for a while now, and Blikk was sure that for a whelp the walk mus...

"So- this is where you grew up, huh?" Woodland said, trying her best to climb a near vertical cliff face up in the mountains of Rekes. She had seen a small plant growing up against it, and was determined to make her way up to grab it.   Blikk had a small smile on his face as he watched her small struggle. "Yea. I've lived here pretty much my entire life. Of course, lately I've been exploring the world but-" he shrugged. "If you'd like, you can use me as a stepping sto...

It had been a while since [[Roam]] and [[Fawn]]'s encounter with Blikk. After returning, life in L'hatzif continued like normal. Depart and Retreat had come home bragging to the other nursery whelps, and their enthusiasm over Blikk's stories was soon infectious. Neither Fawn nor Roam had ever been that into telling stories, but with Depart and Retreat excitedly recounting some of the tall tales Blikk had told them, they were pushed into it by many sets of pleading eyes.   ...

"Are we there yet?" an annoyed voice pipped up from a bag slung over Roam's shoulders. Retreat had, rather quickly, become too tired to walk herself and being tired of the complaints Fawn had picked her up and put her in one of the big bags that previously held supplies for the trip.   Depart was still happily trotting along with them, occasionally stopping to look at bugs or rocks on the road. But even *he* was starting to get annoyed at the other whelp. "Not yet, Re...