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Sitting quietly beside his master, Genji peered at the other inhabitants in the small hospital room. Zenyatta insisted he meditate, and Genji really tried to sit and pray, but it proved undoable once again. He was never able to sit still in thought long enough, but he possessed the ability to stay silent. The only noise in the room consisted of breathing and soft hums from Zenyatta, who seemed to be deep in meditation. The nine lights on his forehead beamed comfortingly as his floating figure remained relaxed, yet firm. He indulged in this state often, and Genji never understood how he could do it so easily. The cyborg's eyes drifted to the

Although thick with the flurry of blinding snow, the air was still—neither of the figures in the blizzard dated to move, breathe, think. Blanketed by the white nonsense whirling about, Zeke's voice pierced through,"I don't want to fight you!" Contrasting the fluttering curtain of snow was a distant red glow that had consumed the eyes of a man that Zeke learned to be named Dan. Dangerous was the sound Dan produced—guttural, animalistic. Evidently, Zeke was not dealing with something that would give up easily. From previous experience, Zeke's targets have been nothing but runners or quick to surrender, excluding a select few th

A few billion years had past. Michael and Constell spent the time talking and visiting each other's realms. Michael, who now wanted to be referred to as Void Ruler, due to his realm, would watch Constell create new galaxies and stars for countless years. Constell would wander into the Void and explore the wasteland, where Void Ruler was usually trying to set up a kingdom for his own. Now that the Void had established, souls were beginning to enter. Some stayed, but most moved on to elsewhere. They came and went on a daily basis, and they didn't seem to be able to comprehend Constell's and Void Ruler's existence. The souls seemed to be so wra

Walls were simple obstacles, nothing like moving targets and foreign weapons seeking injury. Moving enemies proved harder to hit, and of course, owners of weaponry that wanted you dead or harmed were always an inconvenience when you are sniping form a perch. Hanzo scanned the red brick wall before him, searching for an easy path to the roof. He enjoyed the ability to assess situations, carefully work out problems in his head, tapping at every possible solution. Turning his head, he noticed three stories of windows. Hanzo made his way over and began his ascent, using the windowsills as footing as he pulled himself up to the next until he lande

Blinking slowly, the room faded into view as Dan awoke. A blur of red and brown, his vision struggled to make out the features of the room. He blinked hard, shaking away the dizziness, and his eyes finally adjusted. Immediately, he was met with a pale figure contrasting the red pigments of the room. A young man sat before him upon a oak table, legs crossed. Dan took note of the gray wolf ears upon tousled blond hair and  gray tail, then of the gold silks beaded with blue Seams adorning the pale, fine structure of his physique. A few bruises and scratches blemished his perfect skin. Recognizing the figure, Dan straightened his back, then reali

***3 Weeks Later*** "GODDAMMIT HORDAN!" Nova exclaimed as a creeper blew up. He sighed and facepalmed as Kootra burst into a laughing fit. "You blew up my farm, you ass!" "Sorry! I tried to lead him away!" Koots replied, trying to regain control of his laughter. "Here, let me help you--" "No! You'll mess it up again." James retorted, grasping his mouse once again to replace the dirt and fix the water. He checked his inventory, finding he had no more seeds. "Ugh, oh my god, Hordan give me my seeds." "What? What seeds?" Koots was now inside the house they set up, smelting the iron ore he collected. He opened his inventory. "Oh." "Jeez, thi

Madison and the others spent the next few days working in Rory's mines for minerals. Once they had decided they had enough, they got to work on their house to make it larger for the four friends. Rory offered to make a separate home, but the girls insisted he stayed in the same area just in case of any griefers. Wesley paid no mind to their conversation, for he resided in a small cave nearby the house. Madison and Jae had tried to persuade him to stay with them, yet he ignored their pleas. "He really doesn't talk much, huh?" Rory asked as Wesley left the house for the night with Clive trotting behind him. Madison shook her head. "Nope. Rare

The next day, Dan headed to the medical ward to see the injured hybrids they had hauled in from the fighting pit. Most of them were asleep, a few awake and stirring or pawing at the bandages and IV's on them. Some workers were around to make sure the hybrids didn't get rid of anything to help them heal up. Dan glanced around at the hybrids. He was glad to see that they were all in better condition than yesterday. He knew the recovery wasn't over yet, but he was determined to be patient. Dan then walked to the hybrid cages in the adoption center. He looked at the creatures in their cages, smiling. HoD and Luna cawed at him, and he turned hi

Velvet quickly served her friends beverages and pastries that she had just recently baked specifically for this time they spent with each other. Amongst the table, there was Icee, Ali, Luna, and a new guest named Supah, whom Icee had found a while ago and discovered that he was a cyborg. After a bit of introduction and backstory with everyone, there was no longer a gap of awkward silence and questions. Now they shared a table with snacks and drinks. "Can you drink, Supah? Or eat?" Velvet asked as she laid down a tray of pastries for any of those who wanted seconds. Ali was the first to reach for the cookies and cupcakes, and Luna slapped h

Bazel's birthday came quickly, and the entire kingdom of Sycan was overjoyed. The ceremony was the main topic of conversation for a month, and I was beginning to get sick of hearing 'Bazel, birthday, twelve, and ceremony' all in the same sentence. The palace was festered with organizers for the celebration. They wandered the halls daily, making plans and changes to those plans. I almost never saw Bazel, excluding meal times. I wondered if he was sick of being pestered about his ceremony. When summer reached it's peak, the day had come. July 18. Bazel had turned twelve, and the kingdom was bustling with the drunken afterglow of happiness for