Dear Sunday, I heard that you have been able to descend down into the earth on the mission I had sent you. I congratulate you on that. Arlan sends his greetings and the Lightning Sage also. Even Second Prime, Anu, too.We are all happy that you were able to go through Orun Apaadi, supported by your friends in every aspect.It must feel good for you to finally be out of Your father's skin, I guess. But you should know that The Elder has always wanted what's best. He only lacks the way to go about it.However, Sunday, I am very worried that your descent is the beginning of many other things. Orun is in turmoil and there has been more demon infestation of recent times and we, the irunmoles have being really over stretched.But that is not my main concern. We can hold our own and are already launching a purge campaign down to the lower parts of Orun based on Orisha Iku request. I am actually worried that The High Council would come after you, based on their i

The alpha grunted, furiously observing the cub beast before it.It sought to destroy this upstart, totally. Raising up a pack in this wild untamed forest had been a hell of work for it. Seeing that IronSpike Tailed Dogs were naturally not strong but he had made sure his pack survived.Hunted continually by the dragon people and picked upon other beasts, communal living had been their biggest bet. And by all that was in the forest, he was not going to allow a newcomer remove him from the pack.The Alpha mused, faint amusement in its eyes as it observed the weak specimen of a dog before him. Just what has this new comer thought? That he'd just show up and challenge him? Even after the fact that he had welcomed the new comer in, the new comer still had the guts to bark at him.Despite the fact it was barely a cub. A part of him wanted to preserve the newcomer. It was probably stray, a survival of a pack that had been hunted down.&nb

The Treant stood, arrogant, as it watched the figure of a bull humanoid with loin clothes and a rounded ended staff descend from the floating raft.He had waited for this day. Trained for it and today, finally, he would learn of it today. He would understand what made this lone solitary leader of the Allied Beastkins so capable and efficient that in all of the scattered allied realms, he was revered.Perhaps Bello was the perfection he was seeking after?'Bello, I am most excited you have come in person. Sending those useless minions of yours-'The bull humanoid's cloven hand rose into the air, a wave of tremendous aura bursting about.'ENOUGH! Those minions you say, were people. Peaceful loving people of the Allied Beastkin whom you snuffed lives from.As the leader of the Allied realms, it has become my personal crusade to banish you.'The treant laughed. Standing at a height of 50 meters, the treant was an impressive h

Bayo tore along the rocky plains, flanked on both sides by IronSpike Tailed Dogs, barking eagerly. In Front of them,some few meters was a horned Hind Bear growling as it thundered towards them. The bear closed in on Bayo, lifting a paw to smack down but he crouched, avoiding the paw by inches. Another IronSpike Dog leapt over him, homing on the Bear's face with a crunching bite, pulling the head down as it was flung off by a paw. Whining, the dog landed on the soft fur of a nearby dog, both of them whimpering. The alpha, Bayo spared a glance towards the dog before swirling around for a head smack with its tail. Growling, he infused over 20 points of energy into his tail, heating it up before ramming hard on the bear. Being an Alpha was hard! Being an alpha, meant that sometimes you had to take things by the horn, close your eyes to sympathy and home in. With that in mind, he crouched, as the other dogs swarmed the bear

The black dragon soared, its wide arm wings soaking in on the dusky airs. Its body had several scales that opened and closed in minute motions, breathing out tiny vapors of smoke whilst it growled lowly, little sparks of fire escaping its reptilian snout. It's head was adorned with two goat like horns that curved backwards accompanied with red hot eyes and a tight cluster of ridge shaped spikes on its back to the end of the long tail where it spread out like a scythe. Below it, were the CFR agents with the Ragore Dragon and a slumped Dog. The dragon snorted, drifting closer to the spot."Guys, the sensor detected a fluctuation from that dog's soul." Aeneas muttered, looking up as the shadow grew even larger, approaching. "That would explain the presence of this dragon." Ronke sniffed."I already told you. That dog got a soul bound too." Denre snorted, his dragon letting out a low guttural growl."Ah! And I thought you grakons were smart