Hmm... well that's one way to get around the upper limits of mass problem.
Hopefully there are other solutions. Like lots pumping your mass as large as you can go, getting a lot of food and exercise at the new size, and then pumping it higher once you mass naturally increases underneath the cloak.
...mind you, given that under the "cloak" they are all animals, that might not be a solution at all, but I'm holding out hope.
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on: October 17, 2014, 09:14:16 PM
|Started by VirBot - Last post by Raf_Cian|
on: October 17, 2014, 09:06:22 PM
|Started by VirBot - Last post by Fragmaster01|
The difference in tastes:
Lucian: I have transforming powers. Let's play!
Julian: I have transforming powers. Hmm, not enough heads.
on: October 17, 2014, 09:02:33 PM
|Started by VirBot - Last post by Radioactive_Toast|
I'm sensing some sort of bizare hydra-esque monster afoot
on: October 17, 2014, 09:01:30 PM
|Started by VirBot - Last post by VirBot|
on: October 17, 2014, 06:49:06 PM
|Started by Selena Hallore - Last post by Lt Fennec|
I am intrigued! I look forward to reading more.
on: October 17, 2014, 05:54:18 PM
|Started by Selena Hallore - Last post by Selena Hallore|
This is entry one. Please do enjoy!
In the middle of a dark forest in the middle of a stormy night, a young fox by the name of Erica runs in blind panic through the flora and fauna surrounding her. She runs from her pursuers, a group of bloodthirsty bloodhounds who are bating for her blood, the blood of a family too close to oblivion. As she runs, she hears the howls and rustlings of the pack hounding her, each one ripping through the foliage with relentless fury.
“ERICA!” they barked, “ERICA! COME OUT, COME OUT, WHEREVER YOU ARE!” They laughed liked maniacs, and perhaps in some ways they were. Erica knows why they hunt her, however. She knows that this is not simply a hunt for innocent prey. They believe her to be far more than what she appears to be, and no matter the cost, they will find her.
However, that was not then…
“Erica.” A kindly and familiar voice echoed in her ears, “Erica, wake up. We’re almost there.”
The young fox slowly drew herself back into reality, the horrors of her nightmare gradually falling away, and upon opening her eyes she meets the charming sight of Feil, her cute German Shepard companion.
“Feil.” Erica murmured; rousing herself from the comfortable little nook she fell asleep in while travelling to her new home in Regal Fields, an estate owned by the Duke of York. “Where are we?” Erica asked.
“We’re just about to meet the gates of the estate.” Feil informed her, “You can see them from the window.”
Erica pulled herself up onto her knees and shuffled herself up to the window on the passenger seat of their family car, and Feil quickly followed suit.
Erica could see the big, imposing gates to Regal Fields: wide and tall gates with black painted bars and two large gilded italic letters “R” and “F” on either side of the gate. The gates were fixed to a wall that spanned the length of the current view, which merely consisted of a tarmac road running through a grassy field with thick, forested areas bordering it. Erica, looking back behind the car down the road, found that this stretch of road runs quiet some distance.
The car pulled up just in front of the gates but there appeared to be no one operating them, and the human driver, Felix, starts to get a little nervous.
“So, what happens now?” Feil asked.
“I’m not sure.” Felix replied.
They suddenly hear a “Werwwring” sound come from the side of the car, and an intercom box slowly reveals itself coming up from somewhere underneath the road.
“AH!” a refined voice piped out from the intercom, “You must be Felix. We’ve been expecting you. Please come onto my humble land, and do be mindful of my other subjects while you drive to your new home: Door 35.”
“Oh, and, Felix.” The voice added, “Do come by the castle in the morning, we have a very bright future ahead of us, you and I.”
With that, the intercom sank back beneath the road and the gates slowly opened until they hung wide for them to enter.
As they drove into the estate, they were met with the sight of luxurious homes and impeccable gardens lining every inch of the estate with numerous animals of all shapes and sizes happily playing and frolicking in the evening sun. It soon became clear that this was no ordinary neighbourhood; it was something so much more.
They travelled up the road through the estate, the view of the great Herron Castle coming ever closer, until they found a small wall outside of one of the houses with “35” engraved into the wall. Felix could not believe that this was his new home. It was a stunning house with three floors and a huge front garden.
Erica, who continued to scan the scenery, noticed that the estate seemed to have been built as one enormous play-zone. Each of the houses had their own large front garden that seemed to merge and fuse with those around them in-between the road and the driveways. She also noticed that this same theme continued into the gardens behind the houses, none of which had any separating walls or fences, with various sets of amusement apparatus’ populating the view beyond; it was simply one grand, artistically crafted, entirely open plan garden with houses and a road running through the middle all the way up to Herron Castle.
Felix, after recovering from the shock of his new house, pulled the car round and into the driveway to park it. Felix proceeded out of the car, and his furry compatriots followed suit. He pulled out the key he was given, given when he accepted his latest contract, and found that the key did, in fact, fit the lock on the door; this was definitely HIS new house.
As Felix thumbled with the door, Erica and Feil looked about the surrounding areas. There were various types of animals here, but most of them were various breeds of common domesticated pets; dogs, cats, rabbits, and so on. Erica seemed to be the only fox she could see, but this is but a small portion of the whole estate, and the estate seems to stretch far, especially around Herron Castle.
Once Felix finally had the door open, the three climbed into their new home. The air was thick with the smell of wood and plaster, as though this house was brand new, or perhaps never lived in before. They first came into the hallway, which split off to the lounge, dining hall, kitchen, and utility room. Upstairs they found three bedrooms with their own complete en-suites, one bathroom for guests and emergencies, and a drop-down set of stairs that led up to Felix’s master bedroom. They also found the whole house had already been furnished with the finest pieces of modern furniture, and each of the rooms were as big as Felix’s old flat from whence they moved.
“Wow.” Feil exclaimed, “This house is amazing! Do we really get to live here!?”
“So it would seem.” Felix ventured.
Feil ran and jumped on the sofa with blissful excitement, snaking his body into the comfy cushions and getting his fur all over it, as dogs do.
“Making yourselves at home, I hope.” The voice piped once again out of nowhere, making the three occupants jump, “Please do not be alarmed, I cannot see you but I know you stand within your new home. I do hope you like it, it was quite the investment, but nothing is too good for my dear contractors.
“Once you have rested for the night, I wish to see you all bright and early in the morning, as per our arrangement.” The voice reminded them, “Good night, all. Oh, and expect a few guests through the coming weeks, I have asked the others in Regal Fields to introduce themselves when you get time in their busy schedules. Do please be courteous to your new colleagues, won’t you.”
With an echoing click, the voice fell silent.
Feil looked to Felix, “Well, that was unnerving. What was he saying about an arrangement?”
“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to tell you two that… you are also both bound to the contract.” Felix confessed.
“Doing what, exactly?” Erica frowned.
“Well, he knows about… your unique situation, Erica.”
“WHAT?!” she bawled, “You told him?!”
“I didn’t have to; he already knew when he first approached me.” Felix explained, “He also knew what would happen should you be discovered, and he offered to ensure that does not happen.”
“So, he blackmailed you?” Erica figured.
“Yeah, you know I couldn’t let anything happen to either of you.” Felix murmured, “I didn’t have a choice.”
“Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Feil queried.
“I… didn’t find the right moment to tell you, until now.”
“So, what are we where to do?” Erica asked.
“I’m not sure.” Felix admitted, “But we will soon find out tomorrow.”
*Feel Free to Comment*
on: October 17, 2014, 05:52:33 PM
|Started by Selena Hallore - Last post by Selena Hallore|
Since its been a while since I posted on my other project, I thought to start again with something new for a while. This page is the Character List page and the next will be the first entry of this story. Hope you enjoy!
The main protagonist in the story. Erica is a young female fox that has a troubling family past. She currently lives with Felix and Feil, two who have accepted her into their home and made her a member of their small family. She adores them both for all they have done for her but knows she does not belong with them. It came as a surprise when Felix told them that they were moving to a new home due to new work commitments, but little did they realise they would come to work for the Duke of York, the mysterious aristocratic Lord who owns Regal Fields and Herron Castle. She does not know who he is, or how he could know who she is, but this turn of events could not be good for her or her new family.
Erica’s trusty friend and companion. Feil was adopted by Felix when he was just a puppy, and they have been together ever since. Feil can be adventurous and highly excitable as well as sensitive and caring toward others, especially Erica. He somewhat feels obligated to help her and be with her at all times, as though he is guarding her as well as being there for her whenever she needs him. He and Erica quickly formed a strong bond when they first met, something that helped to pull Erica into his family, despite knowing little of her. Their move was of little concern for Feil, as long as he was with Erica and Felix, he is happy.
Erica’s “owner” and current financial provider. Felix is a shy and retiring computer technician who makes a living accepting contract work from various clients. He is not very good in social situations, and he generally stays away from other humans. He is, however, far more comfortable around animals and can spend time around them with ease. Felix is not entirely sure how the Duke of York managed to find him, and he wonders why such a prestigious individual would require his technical skills. However, since his new contract with the Duke of York comes with a number of perks, and harsh penalties should he refuse, he is happy to take the Dukes money until further notice.
The Duke of York
He comes from an old aristocratic family that dates back to the 12th Century. The Duke of York is the owner of Regal Fields, and the financial benefactor to all those living in the estate. The Duke built Regal Fields as a safe and fun place for animals to play and be happy. No one knows who the Duke really is, and he is rarely seen even in Regal Fields, but he is ever present as a “fly on the wall” in every inch of Regal Fields. He knows things about Erica that are closely guarded secrets, just who the Duke is and what his interest in Erica is remains a mystery to be discovered.
on: October 17, 2014, 12:43:57 AM
|Started by Lt Fennec - Last post by Lt Fennec|
This story was inspired by the Native American tale about... well... two wolves that fight inside us. It is available at my DA, if one of you wants to check it out there. Any critiques are welcome, I want to be the best writer that I can be. And so, without further adue, The Two Wolves!
About a league outside the river-port town of Gleem in the Freyhedge Empire, there sits a castle that is inhabited by a desert fox by the name of Lieutenant Ambrose Fennec. He is somewhat of a loner, and although he can be seen in the town every once in a long while and hosts the occasional feast, he spends much of his time sequestered away in his fortified abode. What he does in that time is a topic of much debate among the townsfolk. Some say that he spends his time creating monsters from prisoners, others swear that he builds mechanical terrors that would make even the most battle-hardened veterans quake in their boots. Despite this constant conjecture, his true activities have remained a mystery to all but a privileged few, everyone of whom have sworn strict secrecy.
One day in particular, he was working on a better way to grow grasshoppers, an assignment he was none to thrilled about, yet necessary for a peace treaty between the Empire and a neighboring kingdom. He had spent sleepless days locked in the lab buried deep beneath his castle, and was not having a very successful time.
"Oh, they can't let me do MY work, can they?" he asked himself out-loud, "No, they just HAVE to give me a job that's outside of my expertise. There are better qualified people at the University! And yet because the order came straight from the Emperor himself, I can't refuse!" He shook his head as if to clear it. "Sometimes I hate my job." He was trying to get the bugs to grow faster, but he could not figure out how to do it. He mumbled incoherently as he went to refill his coffee mug. He picked up the pot and tried to pour some of the liquid energy into his cup, yet none came. It took a few moments for that to register, then he muttered, "Frazz." He stared into the empty pot with bloodshot eyes for a few seconds before remembering what to do. As he was getting out the grounds, he heard a feminine voice behind him.
"Having trouble?" He squeaked in surprise as as he whirled around, bringing the coffee pot to bear and brandishing it as a weapon. Before him sat a white-coated feral wolf with the deepest blue eyes Ambrose had ever seen.
"Ho-how did you get in here?" he asked, ears pinned back and eyes wide, "And who are you?"
"I am Xiaclon," the wolf responded calmly. "I am a manifestation of the good in you. Your truthfulness, your joy, your kindness, all that is upright and just in you is represented by me." Ambrose just stood there with arms by his sides, half asleep. Xiaclon brought her muzzle nose-to-nose with his and exhaled. The fox jolted as the breath hit him and was suddenly wide awake, He shook his head and looked at the coffee pot in his paw. He sighed and turned to finish putting the drink on.
"I suppose you will be staying for awhile then?" he asked.
"Perhaps, where I go is largely dependent on you. So the length of my stay will be your determination."
"I'm not sure I like the idea of having a predator who significantly larger than me roaming about."
"You won't see me most of the time."
"That's what I'm worried about."
"You have no cause for concern," the wolf assured him, "I do not eat fox."
"That's a relief." Ambrose finished preparing the next pot of liquid energy and turned back to the wolf, "I'm still not convinced you're who you say you are. For all I know, you work for the Barron," he spread his paws imploringly, "so how do i know your telling the truth?"
"We are several hundred feet underground, behind twelve sizable blast doors, and there is a castle with a full guard complement above us." Xiaclon responded with a blank look on her face. "How would I get in?"
"Humm, didn't think about that." Ambrose muttered as he stroked his chin, still suffering from sleep deprivation. The wolf looked past him.
"Do not give the fox a heart attack, Therik."
"Huh?" Ambrose turned once more and there stood a second wolf, this one with coal- black fur and dark red eyes.
"You suck the fun out of everything." the new canine intoned. Ambrose stared at Therik, slack-jawed. The dark furred wolf strode grinning over to Xiaclon and laid down. "I'm Therik, your fun side."
"Therik." the female admonished.
"Fine, fine. I'm the evil in you." Therik said, rolling his eyes. "Your greed, anger, resentment, ego, feeling of superiority; that's all represented by me." He chuckled. "Unlike Miss. Manners here," Xiaclon huffed in exasperation, "I have the fun stuff."
"I must be hallucinating." Ambrose muttered to himself, shaking his head and rubbing his bloodshot eyes.
"Shall we test that?" Therik asked, bearing his fangs in a cruel grin. Ambrose backpedaled and grabbed his mug as a weapon.
"Stop tormenting him," Xiaclon said, looking down at her counterpart, who humphed, "we are tied to him and his. You remember what happens to us if he is harmed." she looked at the hyperventilating fox, "You have no need to fear us, we are incapable of harming you. To do so would be to harm ourselves."
"Oh, you have always been so proper, Xia. Why can't you lighten up sometimes?" Therik asked, rolling his eyes.
"To 'lighten up,' as you say, would be against my nature, thus is impossible."
"Ah, the laws, hate those things." Therik muttered as he lay his head on his paws, eyes loosing their mirth. Then, looking up, he said, "Your coffees done." Ambrose turned and pored some into his mug, then padded back to his workstation with the wolves close behind.
"I need get back to work." he said, then sipped the coffee. The moment the drink touched his tongue, he spewed it and started coughing. Once he regained his breath, he exclaimed, "There is no way I made it that strong!" He turned and saw Therik crack a smile. "I thought you couldn't harm me."
"I can't hurt you, but I can play with you all I want." the dark wolf explained, grinning wide and ignoring Xiaclon's glare.
"You can go shave your brush." Ambrose snapped. Therik just grinned even wider. Ambrose looked into his cup at the coffee, then shrugged, "More caffeine." He turned back and looked at the screens, then explained his predicament, "I need to get these infernal insects to grow faster but any change I make to their life-string causes unwanted effects! If they grow quick, they end up small, but if they are to grow large, they do so extremely slowly." He took a drink of coffee.
"Have you tried any of the changes?" Xiaclon asked.
"No, that would take too long," the fennec responded, "I have my computer run predictions. That way I get the results in about five minutes. Otherwise, I would have to wait for the blasted hoppers to mature, which takes several days. And I only have a fortnight."
"Have you tried hitting them with hammers?" Therik inquired with a childish grin on his muzzle. Ambrose shot him a questioning look as Xiaclon sighed.
"No, I don't think that would work." Ambrose answered.
"Drat." the male wolf responded.
"I'm beginning to think that a quick maturation period and large size are mutually exclusive. But the controllers are on different sections of the life-sting, so they shouldn't be."
"Do they have to be large?" Xiaclon asked.
"Yes, the contract was quite specific, they had to reach a minimum of two inches within two days of hitting adulthood or less. I was given a two fortnights figure it out, but I just can't." Ambrose set his coffee mug down and rubbed his eyes with clinched fists.
"You could try explosives." interjected Therik.
"You are not helping." Xiaclon said, then turned pack to the fox, "You are obviously in need of sleep, perhaps if you rested the answer would come to you."
"You don't understand!" Ambrose grabbed his ears and pulled them, "The order came straight from the Emperor! I can't fail!"
"What do you mean?"
"My land used to sit inside of the Crockmire kingdom, so I made weapons for them. Well, the Freyhedge Empire took Crockmire, and I was indirectly responsible for many of the lost imperial troops and civilians. The empire has some pretty strict rules of combat, so I was put on trial as a war criminal, with the Emperor himself presiding. Turns out his family owed mine a favor, so he cleared me of all charges, on the condition that when I got a job from him, I drop whatever I happen to be doing and finish the task in the allotted time." Ambrose sighed, "Fortunately, he hasn't given me many jobs, but this one's impossible!"
"Have you tried zapping them with magic?" Therik asked. Xiaclon started staring at the computer screen.
"That's actually how I will edit the life-string, once I have a possible solution." Ambrose explained. "I would take some hopper flesh and use the computer to direct a stream of Lux at the life-string in a cell, then clone the bug with that strand. The problem is that I haven't found a pattern that works well enough in the models to invest the energy on."
"Well, you'd best take a peek at your screens." Therik said, jerking his head in the direction on the flickering panels. Ambrose spun around to see the jumbled mess of letters and numbers come to a rest. He scanned them with sudden energy.
"This might work!" he yelled excitedly, doing a small dance. He stopped, suddenly curious, and wondered aloud, "How were those figures entered? I didn't do it." He gaze shifted to the pale wolf, "Did you do this?" he asked pointing at the screens. Xiaclon nodded. Ambrose looked back and forth between the wolf and computer, then muttered, "I need to sit down." He plopped down into a swivel chair and told the computer to test the changes. As the time passed, Ambrose almost drifted off to sleep.
Just as he was about to slip into dreams, Therik said, "Hey! Your needed in the land of the living."
Ambrose jerked upright, blinking the sleep from his eyes, and responded, "What?"
"The screens aren't doing anything."
Ambrose looked, and indeed, the monitors displayed a measage indicating success.
SIM. # 1534 COMPLEAT
SUCCESS POTENTIAL 94%
RECOMMENDED ACTION: LIVE TEST
Ambrose did a short jig in joy. As he entered the command that started the actual experiment, he hummed a happy tune to himself. Then, stretching and yawning, he closed his eyes and drifted into sweet, sweet slumber.
He woke to glaring light and a white tile ceiling. As he set up, Ambrose noticed that he was hooked into life-support equipment. A weasel in nurse garb was watching a magical projection that displayed the Lieutenant's life-signs alongside of a rotating image of the fox. The nurse noticed that Ambrose was awake and said, "Herr Fennec, it's good to see you awake."
"What happened?" Ambrose asked, slightly groggy.
"You were found in the bio-lab, unconscious." The weasel responded, jolting down notes. "After you were hooked into the scanners, we found almost lethal levels of caffeine in your system. I don't think you would have lasted much longer in that state."
"How long was I out?" the fennec inquired, shaking his head.
"Three days from when you were found, Mien Herr." the nurse responded in a calm and collected manner. "Oh, the computer was displaying a message about test completion." he started to rummage around in a filing cabinet, muttering to himself, "Why can't I ever find those things? Ah, here it is! Simulation number one thousand, five hundred and thirty-four was a success. A courier has already been sent to the capital with the news." Ambrose's ears perked up and his eyes obtained a gleeful sparkle at the news. He hopped off of the gurney and instantly collapsed. His left leg had no function. The nurse looked back from his work at the sound of the crash and sighed, "You really should stay in bed and rest."
"You won't get any further argument from me." Ambrose stated as the weasel helped him back into the bed, where he drifted into a content doze.
on: October 16, 2014, 09:10:24 AM
|Started by VirBot - Last post by Raf_Cian|
Is it just me, or does Julian look a little more buff?
I see what you're talking about, but it might not mean anything. It's been 130 comics or so since we've seen Julian, and Virmir's ability to draw muscle tone on toons has improved. Just look how Nick suddenly had a muscle tone in comic 282.
Other Realms / Random Topics / Re: The Complete And Accurate Technical Support Log Of Family Member #716
on: October 15, 2014, 11:18:52 PM
|Started by Virmir - Last post by Radioactive_Toast|
In other words Family Member #716 is basicly a lost cause who is likely to virus up their computer and likely lending it to the nearest evil botnet?
So we can blame Virmir's relative for being part of DDoSing FA, Sofurry, Inkbunny, and all those other sites?