"It's unlike you to be moody, Squad Captain Ronke." The wall boomed out a monotone voice.The room is mostly white, with a small horizontal parting of color blue streaking close to the ground. Closely aligned to the wall is a white bed, with white drapings and two pillows and on top of them all is the female with a milky white gown that sits tightly on her slender frame.The room is mostly bare, save for a little box of blue with silver edges just before the bed. And opposite the bed is the door that admits entrance to the room.It is the room belonging to the Captain of the Dragon Scouters, Squad number 1176, Squad Captain Ronke. Bare and having almost nothing in it, it exposed the full atmosphere that floats about the captain. Ronke lies face down on the bed, diagonally across. Her legs are crossed and her feet having black gladiator sandals on them. Her hands hug a pillow closer to her, muffling it underneath her chin. Her silky black hair flows

Streaks of dawn began to seep into the dust baked plains of Amnor, filling it with a golden brown hue. In front of an Inn, an old fashioned building in the shape of a large bungalow with red tiled roof and brown brick walls, crouched a 5 feet tall Spirit Wolf Prime. It's eyebrows were furrowed together as it thought, indecisiveness racking it's entire frame. It had spent the dusk outside, because the Inn master had refused letting pets into the inn.Bayo heaved. Upon hearing from Ronke that Jaspar was alive after all, only sickened to death, he had initially denied it. It didn't matter that Jaspar told him to leave, that he would be fine afterwards.No, not at all. From the way Jaspar got emaciated and all dried up like a rotting corpse after fighting the Hunter 01278…'No, I can't think like this. If Jaspar is alive. Then, even by whatever inch that I can help him, I would.I owe him my life.' Bayo thought.And true to that, if

The Familiar Realms, home to the Familiar indigenes for centuries past. Small framed and in height similar to that of the humans on earth, have proven time to time to be of utmost value to all of Orun. Regardless of the fact of their low soul energy, they have proven themselves to be formidable allies in terms of weapons crafting.Learning the skill that enabled them to easily inject a tiny bit of Agbara into a weapon to unleash a potential that is infinitely and inversely proportional to the injected Agbara. This prowess of them is something not a being can deny. Which is why many realms have tried to seek out partnerships with them.Ally yourself with us, crafts us weapons and we would support you. But, never again have been so proud a being like those of the Familiars. They refused, treaty and threat, aligning themselves for centuries and selling often to the highest bidder. You could not buy out one (

Fear.Fear was the first emotion that's gripped Bayo. This early and he was already cocooned? His heart took a double double beat, compounding his 5-foot frame. The layer of sand was like a second skin strongly sticking to his body but yet holding inbound in one place.The Familiar, Ronke, did not have plans for him to join the fight. And that he could not accept. After all, the only option Bayo had to save Jasper was through the female familiar.'I can't go out now. We just started. I'm not done yet.' Bayo mused. 'Alright, Yasmin, let's get It started. Status!"_____________________________Name: Bayo -Ascender HumanSpecie: Spirit Wolf Prime -Mythic TypeSoul Stage: Ground Class Energy: 901/990Ability: Complex Speech, Energy Absorption, Alpha Howl, Crackling body, Buff Up, Agbara DetectionLaw: (Law of Love) Law of Gluttony _____________________________'You might want to

Hand of the Sect, I have duly received and acknowledged your report on the happenings in the First Heaven.May your chains continue to bring just punishment to all those who oppose the return of the MadPrime.Indeed, I approve of your actions towards combating the Emere. Had it been left unchecked, the case may be different from what it is now. And if it were to be different, then, we can say again, much to our defeat that the crazy gods themselves have bested us in this, once again.Those idiotic gods, living in all the wealth and power but yet subjecting the rest of us like pawns on a game of chess to their manipulative biddings.For centuries, we have endure their torture, continuously. And out of fear, we failed to stand by the Mad Prime in his greatest moments.If we had just the guts, perhaps Trixius himself might be the new god of all, the one with a better plan for us all. Alas, such is not the case. But then again