 05:17:17 Eyrie| Hm. Probably worth putting in bugs then. |
05:08:59 Honey| No, doesn't show up either |
04:57:48 Eyrie| Honey does it show under the straw category? It might be like the other sexed items where you can only use with straws/embryos. |
04:44:16 Honey| Hmm.. Somehow I cannot select my sexed sven when I want to use a breeding item in the breeding center. Only the "normal" sven appears. Someone else having the same issue? |
04:40:14 Bazinga Force It seems the links work LOL
You were the first one to sign up, Min |
04:39:33 Wan | Wolf | Silver 04:38:52 Min| The Santa's place one definitely works 😊 |
04:34:55 Bazinga Force Can someone please check the 4 sign up links for me - i always doubt if they´d work
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04:00:32 | Santa! First thing I thought of was elf |
03:59:49 Bazinga Force Happy Thanksgiving to you all!
It seems it is that time again to call Secret Santa? |
03:57:46 San| Dang, Eve, she could have at least had nice bravery as a reason to keep her. |
03:57:09 | Well that is rude -HEE Click- |
03:40:25 Wan | Wolf | Silver| CouldnÂ’t have been EEW huh 😂 -HEE Click- |
03:28:23 | Eve| This one is super pretty too, shame I have no excuses to keep her :( lol -HEE Click- |
03:26:00 | Eve| Oh yes, I love seal browns (and silver)! |
03:25:31 San| Oh wow, but she is really beautiful! |
03:24:08 | Eve Capture a triple Elite horse with visible Silver.
My capture:
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02:24:27 Imp/Impie This has been exhausting, xd
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The Voidcrawler, confined within its high-tech crate, is no stranger to containment. For a time, the Black Dagger pirates managed to secure the creature with advanced energy coils, but the longer the Voidcrawler remains imprisoned, the stronger its hunger becomes. As it feeds on small bursts of electrical power through the containment system, its bioluminescence pulses with a dangerous rhythm—a warning to those who dare approach. But today, something is different. The crate hums with an unsettling energy, and the faint light within flickers like an unstable star. Slowly, the creature begins to stir, its tendrils flexing and coiling, testing the boundaries of its confinement. It is no longer content to remain idle. The energy coils crackle, struggling to contain the Voidcrawler’s growing power. With a burst of force, a wave of electromagnetic pulses bursts out from the core of the creature, snapping the energy shields like fragile wires. The air hums with a thick, electric tension as the Voidcrawler writhes free, its body elongating and contracting like a living shadow, stretching its length across the cargo hold. The Voidcrawler continues its movement, sensing another creature on board. It leaves the cargo hold, reaching what is labeled as the captain's quarters, though it's door is already missing. That makes it less work for it. It hisses over to the creature in chains. You want freedom? I can help you escape |
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Neoma held her ground, meeting his gaze without flinching. She had heard those words before, that disdain, that expectation of weakness. Quixor thought himself the superior, but she knew better than to let his words get under her skin. She had faced harsher judgments, faced worse battles. His smile didn’t faze her. She had seen that same twisted grin on the faces of enemies who thought they had the upper hand, only to find themselves looking at the business end of a blade. But it was the way he looked at her, that flicker of recognition in his eyes, that made her pause. The mention of the "energy reading" was enough to snap her back into focus. Her hand remained steady at her side, fingers itching toward the hilt of the blade at her belt. “How?” His voice was quiet, but she caught it, felt the intensity in the air. It was the same reaction she had seen from others who realized what she was. Who recognized the power that surged through her veins. She wasn’t like the others. They couldn’t see it—the energy—because they didn’t understand it. But he did. The question wasn’t one of curiosity anymore. It was one of fear. Or maybe it was envy. Either way, she knew he understood the implications. “Not all children are the same,” Neoma said coolly, her voice unwavering. She stood a little taller, feeling the weight of the energy around her, as if it were a tangible thing now. The power that could both protect and destroy. “But if you want to know about the readings…” She leaned in just slightly, her voice lowering to a near whisper, “I think you already know the answer.” The device he now held in his hands—the one that had been tracking her energy—was a tool. But it would never fully understand what she was. No one could. She let the silence hang between them for a moment before adding, her tone still steady but now laced with something sharper, “The Coalition doesn't send children into battle. It sends the ones who are ready.” |
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Quixor eyed the young girl again that stood in front of him. He scoffed, pulling a face at her words. Brave little thing. He smirked again and stood up. "Rosaline, anymore to report?" He swung his gaze to her. The solider's hands remain firm on Neoma. He turned to look at the Coalition ship once more and then back at their shuttle. His feet moved as if the answer was clear. They already got what they came for and now it was time to leave. As his boots moved, the sand crunched and scraped beneath his boots on the brick. He took in the surroundings of the city, the breeze picking up now as if a storm were on its way. Experiment 42
42 paced until an eerie energy creature appeared in front of it. The lights reflecting off the walls of the captain's quarter. The energy field around its chained form hummed in place. 42 screeched at its approach, floating through the air in its jellyfish like form, until it spoke to it, mind to mind. Freedom? You can free me? 42 tilted its head, gazing its blue eyes downwards at the chain, the collar, the energy field in front of it now. It studied the creature's form. The energy crackled. 42 growled, it shook its head the signature of the creature's form let off a frequency no-one else could hear but it and it was painful... Cassiopeia
Cass got out the shower, when the lights flickered in the bathing chamber. She frowned, wiping the damp from her skin. She headed out and shoved some clothes on, not really having time to braid her again so she left it hung loose, the damp auburn strands floating into soft curls. It bounced as she walked over to the bed, repositioning her weapons. She walked over to the door and opened it looking up and down the hallway. Nothing. Tristan
No-one can manipulate the gateway. It was in the fragmentation treaty, Tristan thought. Neoma on the otherhand, he wasn't so sure. As Dr Eon spoke their was a level or erraticness to his behaviour that he'd seen before. It wouldn't take long for the Dr to make a snap decision and everyone on that planet would be captured and tortured or worse, or even pulvarised. There was no limits to Eon's non-emotional and unethical nature. It was a part of who he was and Tristan had only seen the surface, let alone what was locked away on the ship. |
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Rosaline stood tall, her eyes unwavering on Quixor, even as the harsh wind tugged at her cloak. She could feel the tension crackling in the air, both from the storm and from the situation itself. The soldier’s grip on Neoma was firm, but not unbreakable. She had a feeling they weren’t done yet. "Nothing new," she replied coolly, her voice steady, though there was a sharp edge to her tone. "But you know as well as I do, leaving now would be premature." She stepped closer, her gaze flickering briefly to the Coalition ship, then back to Quixor’s smirk. The man always thought he had the upper hand, but she wasn’t convinced this was over. Not yet. The sand crunched under her boots as well, the sound like a warning of something heavier coming. "You may have what you came for, Quixor," she said, eyes narrowing just slightly, motioning to the girl, "but there’s always more to be gained. Or lost." |
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The Voidcrawler loomed before 42, its energy tendrils rippling and shifting, exuding an aura of darkness and hunger. The chains around 42’s neck hummed, locked in place by a potent energy field. The Voidcrawler’s presence pulsed, undulating as it observed the intricate, almost suffocating bond that held the experiment. With a voice that resonated directly within 42's mind, it spoke again, calm and certain. "The collar holds you. But it will not for long. I will unmake its hold. I have to be quick though, otherwise someone may realize I'm gone as well" 42’s screech vibrated through the air, a sharp, instinctive warning to the entity before it. The Voidcrawler’s form flickered like a ripple of blackened water, its long, tendril-like limbs reaching outward, tracing the air with a delicate but calculated grace. It extended one limb toward the collar, an unseen force gathering around it. The collar pulsed in response, a faint electric whine filling the room as the Voidcrawler’s influence bled through the room’s energy fields. A subtle dark mist began to swirl at the edges of the room, as the creature’s energy began to seep into the collar’s protective enchantments. The Voidcrawler bent its will, the tendrils reaching into the collar’s structure, seeking the key to undo its confinement. The collar, despite its protective energies, began to sputter and crack under the Voidcrawler’s attention, its magical framework strained against the creature’s unearthly power. A pulse of light shot through the room—the last barrier of energy around 42’s neck cracking under the pressure. The collar flickered, then shattered, its remnants falling like dust to the floor, leaving behind only the faint hum of the disturbed energy field. The Voidcrawler, its dark form now retreating to a more subtle shape, seemed almost satisfied. It spoke again, its voice now a whisper in 42’s mind. "Now, you are free. The bonds are undone. Your path is yours to claim." |
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42 shaked its head free from the collar, the chains collasping and clanking on the metal floor. It dipped its head, despite the pain of the noise it was causing. "Thank you". It swung its head towards the door before back at the entity in front of it. "There is a chip. In my head. Can you destroy it? Only then will I be truly free." To the ordinary bystander, the entity said nothing but 42 communicated in a variety of animalistic noises, soft clicks and growls. Cassiopeia
Cass saw the lights flicker again in the hallway. Her brows knitting together in confusion. She quietly heads back towards the cargo bay, the ship eeriely quiet. The light tap of her boots on the metal beneath her was the only noise that seemed to echo of the corridor walls. She made it to the cargo hold without a person in sight. She walked in to see the box, the one that contained the entity, open. She cursed. She opened comms "Captain... we have a problem" She said her tone short, sharp and curt. She sighed, her damp hair now sticking to her clothes. She inched forward uncase it was so sort of trap, towards the box. She peered inside, a faint green glow seemed to be coming from the very bottom and that's when she saw it. A sharp jagged piece of Onyx, the green glow seemed to dim in her presence. You found me... it seemed to beckon her closer. She tilted her head examinely the mysterious shard. Could this be what the Coalition was trying to protect but the legion wanted? She reached in and picked it up. In that moment that transcended between the space of it being in her hand and at the bottom of the box, she was thrown through space and time. The movements fast, the flurries of stars, galaxies, the like flying past. After what seemed like an eternity, she was thrusted backwards in the cargo hold, ejected from the shard's power. She hit the floor. She rolled over and threw up. She looked back at the shard, after breathing heavily for a few moments. The onyx shard with a translucent green hue sat waiting on the floor of the cargo hold. Waiting for its next visitor. Or someone to save it... |
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The air in the cargo hold was thick with silence when Cass heard the hum of the comms crack to life. It was sharp, cutting through the quiet. “Captain... we have a problem.” Her voice was terse, urgent. The kind of tone that made the hairs on the back of Calyx’s neck stand up straight. Without a second thought, he grabbed the comm unit and barked into it, already moving before the words had fully left his mouth. “I’m on my way.” The door to his quarters slid open with a quiet hiss, and he wasted no time, his boots clicking sharply against the metal floors as he sprinted down the hall. Every step felt heavier than usual, weighed down by the gnawing sense of impending trouble. It wasn’t just the fact that Cass had called him—something about the quiet hum of the ship, the odd flicker of the lights, the absence of crew—it all felt wrong. The quiet was too heavy, the air too still. When Calyx reached the hatch leading into the cargo hold, he didn’t hesitate. His hand swiped over the access panel, bypassing the lock with practiced ease. The door slid open with a hiss, and the moment he stepped inside, the smell of stale air mixed with some energy. Cass stood near the open crate, her back turned toward him. Her brow was furrowed, lips pressed together in a thin line, eyes locked on the shard at the center of the floor. “A piece...a piece of Nexus!” Calyx’s voice was surprised and shocked. "This is what the Coalition wanted to protect..." he says. He reached down to pick it up from the ground.
He then turned to Cass, offering a hand to help her up. "You okay?" He asks, concern lacing his voice. He rarely showed that emotion, but he truly felt bad for what had occurred that day. "I'm sorry" he whispered, the silent for everything lingered unspoken. |
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Cass watched the captain, she shifted, unease roiling in her gut at the discovery of a piece of the nexus. She watched, fear clouding her eyes as the captain picked it up. The power must of been drained since she touched it. Did the creature help charge it perhaps? Her mind racing. She watched him handle it and put it in his pocket. A thing that had been lost for so long it had practially become legend. Not fully understood either, since most of the information around the nexus had been lost. She studied the hand that was offered to her. Her temples starting to form a dull ache at the experience of being shoved through the fabric of reality itself. She grabbed it and he helped her up. She rolled her head on her neck. "I think so?" She said unsure. Her head was light. She looked at him, the slight emotion laced there in the quiet whisper of his apology. She softened his gaze and went to speak but an all familiar screech came from the deep within the ship. She looked back at the box, the entity nowhere to be found, the sound of 42, only tightened her stomach further. She swung her gaze back to the captain and pulled out her favourite pistols, one in each hand. |
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Tristan watched as Dr. Eon paced the room, his movements erratic, his mind seemingly racing ahead of his words. The doctor's thoughts were hard to follow, a mix of fragmented reasoning and suppressed emotions that crept into his otherwise cold exterior. Tristan had seen it before—the way Eon’s mind spiraled when faced with uncertainty, how quickly he could lash out, make decisions without considering the consequences. “We need to go after her,” Eon said suddenly, his voice sharper than usual. "I’m going to find Neoma." Eon’s eyes locked on him, cold and unfeeling, and the silence stretched between them, filled only with the hum of the ship’s engines. “No one can manipulate the gateway, Tristan,” Eon replied, his words clipped. “Not even you. You know that.” This wasn’t just about saving Neoma anymore; it was about something far more dangerous. The doctor wasn’t concerned with the fallout. He never was. |
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42’s request was clear, urgent, desperate. But the Voidcrawler’s world, its reality, was one of endless, shifting possibilities. To "destroy" a thing as small as a chip—yet so crucial to 42’s freedom—was not a simple task. The Voidcrawler’s limbs shifted, slow and deliberate, as it hovered closer to the creature. It could feel the weight of 42’s words hanging in the space between them. The chains had fallen, but the chip, the core of 42’s torment, remained. Its mind whirred, tendrils of dark energy coiling through the space as it pondered. The soundless hum of its existence thrummed beneath the air, and the Voidcrawler reached out with unseen tendrils, searching the dark recesses of 42’s mind. The chip… yes, it could feel it. Small. Encased in flesh and bone, a foreign presence lodged deep within. With a motion as fluid as the infinite darkness it called home, the Voidcrawler extended its will, sensing the delicate balance between the creature's mind and the invasive device. It would have to be careful—destroying the chip might fracture more than just the link that bound 42’s body. But the creature’s plea was enough. Freedom was worth the risk. A soft, ominous hum vibrated from the Voidcrawler’s form as it extended its influence over 42’s mind. The chip would be removed, and 42’s chains would be broken for good. In time, the creature would understand that true freedom came with more than just the removal of its restraints—it would come with the price of an eternity in the Void. But for now… it was enough to give 42 the one thing it wanted: freedom. The Voidcrawler’s eyes narrowed in focus. With one flex of its tendrils, the Voidcrawler snapped the chip in half. |
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