BlueJollyRancher

   The groups' search for Jeredy in the Lowlands had been going smoothly. Well, until they had to put their objective on hold after Bren had tripped over something. However, less concerned with whether or not the nerd had actually tripped on his own feet, the group was far more amazed at what he had probably tripped on! It was an unconscious girl lying in the dunes.   "Ow," the boy with the glasses groaned, rubbing his backside in an attempt to comfort it, "Talk about a bad place to sleep!". "Are you okay," their leader asked as he helped Bren to his feet and the barely injured male answered as if he had just returned for war, "Yeah, I think

This had to be a dream! And it wasn't even a good one,either! Well,it was that or a hallucination caused by overheating. Either option was better than actually knowing it was real. And Ember wished they could have met under other circumstances. Maybe some that include snow, mountains, and oh she didn't know, actually having Leviathan by her side?! "Stop lying to me," the commandant of S.T.O.R.M barked, snapping her whip to emphasize how serious she was, "I know you know where Jeredy is!". Ember had to resist the urge to flinch every time the whip cracked. It would only make her seem weak. But then again...In this kind of situation, maybe she

He had to be some kind of species that wasn't native to their planet. Maybe he was an alien left behind by the mother ship? Or he could be an evolution of a pokemon? He did remind her of a Murcrow! (Name) sighed under her breathe as she watched Veygan watch the Clannad marathon with obvious boredom written across her face. Not even trying to acknowledge her, the crow boy continued to silently watch the 14th episode for the umpteenth time. (Name) never thought that Veygan of all people would watch something like Clannad! He seemed more like a Trigun person, actually. Wait! (Name) groaned with frustration as she facepalmed. What the male was i

   From where she crouched on the tree limb, a girl with brunette hair watched the people below, her fiery brown eyes carefully watching them. Save for her bangs, her hair had been done into two small pigtails that rested on her shoulders. The girl wore a white jacket over a lead black tank top. If she had said anything, the birds on the neighboring trees would scattered to the wind. Below, three tanks sat quietly, surrounded by countless S.T.O.R.M soldiers. Some of the men were talking, while others were awaiting orders. A few were actually sitting in a circle, playing cards. However, the girl's main focus was the blonde woman talking to thr