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Hibryde

Hibryde

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Five human-animal hybrid nations fight and deal with tension between them.

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Introduction

Concept/Plot
There are five main tribes of human animal hybrids. They are Rhino Beetles, Peacocks, Pronghorns, Herrings, and Crocs. The Rhino Beetles were weakened by a traveling band of Cicada-humans, and were able to be conquered by the Pronghorns. They sold the Rhino Beetles as slaves. They would have been able to save themselves if they had worked together, but they had been betrayed by their own kind by a group called the Dynastanae. They Dynastanae captured and sold the other Rhino Beetles.
The Herrings (also known as red herrings due to their red hair and diversion abilities) are a group of spies. They believe in balance, so send squadrons to spy for each nation on each nation. They are trained in stealth and use their knowledge to keep balance.
The Peacocks sell their feathers to make rich and expensive clothing. They are the richest nation of all. They are not attacked much even though their fighters are not the best due to their territory, a mesa.
The Pronghorns are also a rich nation due to slave trade and are allied with the Peacocks. They live in herds but are loyal to their leader. Their nation is ruled by a dictator who chooses the successor to come after them.
The Crocs fight among themselves in gangs but generally obey their leader. The leadership is constantly in turmoil as the leaders are thrown from the throne. They are at war with the Herrings, as both claim ownership over the river.

THE PEACOCKS
Religion: Believe that their ancestors watch over them and send them prophecies. Have priests to answer these. The priests perform a ritual to bless the eggs, and the eggs are soaked in holy water.
Government: Have a council of nine, and one leader. The leader has the power to override the council except when the vote of the council is 7-2 or higher. The leader chooses their successor out of the council members, and the council members choose a teenager to train and take their place after they retire. The leader is called the Ome. Ome is a syllable that means β€œrespected” and goes at the beginning of the leader’s name when they become leader.
Art: Have carved tree branches all around their city. Make beautiful hanging tapestries out of feathers.
Architecture: Like in tree-houses that are carved on the outside. A rich person may have ornately carved columns and curtains made out of feathers.
Economy: Have their own currency, different from the other nations, made of metal coins. They sell their feathers for a majority of their money from other nations. Other than that, they are pretty self-centered and don’t contact the other nations.
Social Classes: Believe in the concept of β€œnoble blood.” Though the peacocks are a rich nation, there are some richer people, or β€œnobles.” But there are no poor people. Anyone not able to get their own food will be cared for.
Names are multi-syllable. Each syllable is a different trait, and the syllables are given by their family. Example: eh-zoo-nuit-ah-bang-wee

THE PRONGHORNS:
Religion: Believe in one god. Their god, named Rhuit, is thought to have given them the right to use any means necessary to become powerful, including attacking and enslaving a weak nation. They believe that strength and speed are blessings from Rhuit and perform special dances and races to maintain these qualities.
Government: One leader, whose word is law. The leader chooses their successor. Though this is a dictatorship, most are content with their leader’s decisions. Though as a nation they are power-hungry, the leaders are usually kind to their own species.
Art: The Pronghorns make dyes and dye their fur for certain religious ceremonies. They use the dyes to dye clothing as well. They wear a lot of jewelry tied to their horns.
Architecture: They live in simple dug-out houses like the first pioneers. Their houses are usually marked with a flag on the roof with the family crest. The inside has fur blankets for sleeping on and a little stone fireplace.
Economy: Got rich off of the slave trade of Rhino Beetles. They have the same currency as other nations to make trade easy. All Rhino Beetles from the Dynastanae go to the Pronghorns first before being sold elsewhere.
Social Classes: For males, a social class consists of how much territory you can defend and how strong you are. The higher social classes usually get more mates. For females, there are pretty much two classes, rich and normal. The rich live in herds protected by the best males.
Names: Based on physical traits Example: Longhorn

THE HERRINGS:
Religion: The Herrings believe in balance. They do not take sides as a whole nation. Have two main gods, of water and land. They pray to these gods 2 times a day, to land in the morning, and to water at night. The prayer must be done on that god’s territory, so the water one is done after the Crocs have gone to bed.
Government: Are divided into squadrons. The squadron spies on a specific nation for a specific nation. They are held together by one leader, elected by the people. The people can vote to throw him out of office at any time and there is no given length of term. The Herrings were once wanderers, who realized there were a lot of other Herrings, and formed a nation. More Herring Wanderers join as they wish. They are a small nation but expanding quickly. There are 12 squadrons in all. People not in a squadron must keep the nation fed.
Art: Each squadron has a symbol which is carved on one of their temple’s pillars. Their main art is architecture.
Architecture: They live in small huts, but make beautiful temples. They consist of 12 pillars and a large flat roof. The pillars represent one squadron. Every year, people must spend the night in the temples. They also make β€œmeeting places” which are a large piece of wood on the ground. It is a place to congregate and talk. Make names are carved into it. The wood is painted with dye. Have dug a pool that flows from the river, then blocked it off. This pool is used for swimming and soaking.
Economy: Are paid for knowledge about other nations. Use the same currency as everyone else. Other than that, support themselves or steal from the Crocs.
Social Classes: Each squadron has ranks, which are based on seniority. Generally, spies are of a higher rank than non-spies.
Name: Two parts. Example, Sunscale.
THE CROCS:
Government: A divided nation. The gangs take sides and fight over issues. There is a leader, but he is only sometimes obeyed. The leadership is in constant turmoil. However, they manage to share territory and are united over common beliefs, like the fact that Herrings should never be allowed in the river.
Religion: No common religion. People are free to believe as they like. The majority have no religion.
Art: Whole trees by the river-bed are painted colorfully to mark the territory. Clothing is colorful and gang marks are worn.
Architecture: Homes are made on the river side. They are accessible through tunnels on the beach and tunnels in the water. They have two parts, a water part and a land part.
Economy: Buy from other nations slaves, clothes, intelligence, and food. Export food and other necessities found in their watery homeland.
Social Classes: Divided into gangs. All gangs are at the same social class. Not all fight, and some are peaceful. Gangs can decide the gender of eggs based on the temperature they are kept at. Not everyone is in a gang, there are some regular people.
Name: Anything. Make it up, but it cannot sound like a name from any ethnic groups!!! Example, Croamelen. Some gangs may have a name formula.

THE RHINO BEETLES:
Are now in tatters, but this is how it used to be.
Government: Elected leader and representatives.
Religion: Believed in many gods of different things. Had a sacred tree that only priests could drink from.
Art: Carved trees and made tapestries with peacock feathers.
Architecture: Had hammocks hanging from bigger branches. Personal items were stored in holes on the branch or in the trunk. Some tree platforms for meetings and parties were made, and ziplines constructed.
Economy: Self-sustained. Bought from other nations but didn’t export much.
Social Classes: There was a secret group rising planning to betray them called the Dynastinae. When the Cicadas attacked, they saw the opportunity to sell the citizens as slaves.
Name: Family name then real name. Example: Raxelton, brother of Raxperdexme

WANDERERS:
Sometimes in groups, these can be any animal. All the nations were Wanderers once. Wanderers (unless they are the same species) are usually not allowed in nations.

TERRITORY:
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General Rules/OOC Rules:
1. No godmodding.
2. Post regularly.
3. Don’t control other’s characters too much.
4. Use common sense. Act like these people (real people, not characters) are your friends, or a really scary person you don’t want to make mad.
5. The roleplay goes on. If someone skips ahead one week then everyone does.
6. I don’t care if you curse, whatever, and I don’t care about romance, only don’t get really graphic.
Character Rules, What Your Character Can and Can’t Do:
1. You must make sense. Stick to the customs of your Nation.
2. YOU CANNOT BE A WANDERER!!!! Ask first before applying. I may reject you because there should be more in-clan characters than Wanderers.

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((Sorry I have not posted in a while. placevalue has been nagging me relentlessly, so I "decided" *cough* was forced *cough* I would. Also, I think I will join all of you. In the forest. (Not with romance)))

Starheart:
Where would the Beetlestealer be hiding? He's/She's probably either one of the pronghorns, peacocks, or Dynastinae. Or just hiding out in the forest where most slaves pass. I decide that I'll go wander around in the forest and see if I can see a small camp. I cough. I've been in bed for about a week or so. It has allowed for a lot of time to think about the Beetlestealer. Why do I want to find out anyway? To help the Peacocks? The Pronghorns? The Beetles themselves? Thats ridiculous. Who would want to help the Beatles?

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Shimmerscale:
Blackwing and I left for the Croc's journey a few days ago. I have become used to my feet aching. I long to swim, but of course that's too dangerous on Croc territory. I think we made good time, though. Some other spies from our squadron, Suntail and Shadyridge ((mwa ha ha)) told us a small band of Crocs, including 2 males and 1 female. "Look!" Blackwing cries now. Silver-ringlet follows his gaze. There, in front of us, is the Ridge. It is basically a cliff drop-off, signaling the end of Croc territory and the beginning of Zhu-cran. Silver-ringlet woops. I scream in joy and do a somersault. Blackwing looks at us with superior amusement, but then again, he's been on a real mission before. We haven't. But his face breaks into a grin when he sees us doing the happy dance we invented when we were spawns. "We'll have an easier time tracking them through Zhu-cran," he says. "There are less hostile people there, and it isn't really anyone's territory. They probably won't drive us off." I nod, then peer down the cliff-face. "How will we get down?" I worry aloud. Blackwing smiles mysteriously. "You'll see!"
He leads us to a small pond at the edge of the cliff-face, leading into an almost vertical rapid. "Silver-ringlet jumps in, the water splashing me. It feels so refreshing on my sun-dried scales. I step in, gingerly. The water is cold, but I'm too dried up to care. Blackwing gets in and pushes his way to the front. "Just swim down," he says. To prove his point, he hurls himself into the spray. Silver-ringlet and I watch anxiously as he pummels down, then is lost in the foam. When I see him again he stands up and shouts," It's fun! Promise!" Silver-ringlet looks at me. "You go first."
"Why should I go first?" I protest.
"He's YOUR boyfriend,"she says, giving me a shove to the edge of the pool.
"Then," I reason, "I don't need to impress him."
In the end we agree to go at the same time. I open my eyes halfway down and am struck by the amazing view. What seemed scary once is just fun now. I scream. Silver-ringlet screams back. We land at the bottom, and Blackwing lifts me up out of the water and kisses me. "Ugh," Silver-ringlet says giving Blackwing a shove. "Get a room."
Blackwing grins. He nods to the incredibly attractive herring standing on the lake shore. "That's our escort. Why don't you go introduce yourself to him?" He puts me down to give her a shove in his direction. "Hey!" she yells, loud enough for him to hear. He glances up and Silver-ringlet clamps a hand over her mouth, blushing.
"I knew he was your type," he says.
Silver-ringlet glances at me. "How do you stand this guy?" she asks. Blackwing sticks his tounge out at her. I chuckle, even the boy who always pretends to be superior to every one has a silly side, I guess.
((My longest post yet! Yay me!))

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((Sorry all, roleplay gateway was acting weird)
Aca:
I walk out the door while it's still dark. My pack is on my shoulder with my not so carefully folded dress (made of my baby scales, which were kind-of reddish) and heeled boots. I hate the dress. It was fine with sleeves, but my little sister Marlie decided that it wasn't "girly enough" and my mom got rid of the sleeves. Now I have to rely on being a girl to wear the dress. Oh well. I am dressed in a t-shirt and jeans now. I run down to the river and hop in. I begin to swim almost immediately. I reach the meeting point a few minutes early and I take a deep breath. I'm going to see Marqun again. I need to seem calm, reserved....never mind. This fascination with boys is insane! I never cared before, what makes now so different? It didn't matter before, but now it does. I suppose it's "growing up". "Stupid hormones," I mutter, then look around. I hope no one heard me. I look and I see a flash of red on a ridge. Is it a herring? Yes it is. I consider attacking, but why? They could just be bathing or swimming for fun. I quickly flash them a message in the secret herring language. If they are a spy they would understand I said "I'm watching you." If not, they'd just see my fingers wagging, which is all the language looks like to the untrained eye. I am quite skilled in the language because my fingers are nimble. Most crocs-and other animals for that matter- haven't got a hope. Marqun and Michael have arrived and we exchange glances. I say "Red herring, left ridge" and they nod. If we are aware, we won't divulge anything important. Not that we do anyway, but still. We keep swimming until we reach a waterfall out of croc territory where noise is easily concealed. It means we can't be heard, but it also means we can't hear others. Oh well, every great strategy has a weakness, and that is our current one. Lesson number one of my gang: Weakness and fear are illusions. Never have the same weakness or fear twice, lest they become reality. That is our law, that is out gang, that is our life. No mistakes, no words, only survival. Sometimes I wonder if I wouldn't rather be a herring.
((P.S. I got the language from a book. The nation that has a major industry of spying has a secret finger language, that only a few out of the country know. Shh.......))

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Vyjallen:
I tried to explain to the tribe what is going on, and that the Pronghorns won't be any better than the Dynastinae, but they wouldn't listen. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring out at the gradually darkening sky. I sighed. I might as well try telling them again," I thought Then something occurred to me. Arionna! Of course! Maybe the tribe wouldn't listen, but I bet she will. I open the door to my room and walk out into the long hallway, my feet barely skimming the floor as I hover, and then fly along it. I land and slowly make the climb up the hill where Arionna is living for the time being. When I get to the small house, I almost don't notice Sina standing guard. She is wearing a dress almost the exact color of the vibrant green of the forest. "Sina!" I call. She turns her head. "What are you doing up?"
I shiver and realize I am still wearing my pajamas, a thin tanktop and oversized sweatpants. "I need to talk to Arionna. Please!"
She looks hesitant. "Well, she's probably asleep, I'll go get her." She comes out a minute later. "She's around the back."
I walk over there, leaves and sticks crunching under my feet.
She is sitting on a type of patio, watching a torch burn to embers. "Sorry- did I wake you up?"
Her head jerks up. "What? No...what's wrong?"
I sit on the edge of a chair and explain. "The cicada's are probably no more than a hundred miles away!" I say when finished.
"I know," she says. "That's why I came here."
"But we aren't safe here either," I tell her. I fill her in on the pronghorn's plan. "They want the cicadas to come here. They are probably going to lure them here if they don't come on their own."
We fall silent. I can tell Arionna is trying to think of a plan. We listen to the crickets chirping, sending their song into the cool summer air. The moon watches over us like a twinkling eye. Oh Frartigot, where are you? ((the god of the moon according to rhino beetles)) I stand up. "I'd better go-"
My voice cuts off as a scream pierces the air. Sina. "CICADAS!!!!!"

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We went 10 leagues today. 10 leagues of 20. We should be there tomorrow. Good, I'm tired. We've set up camp and the fire is crackling softly. I know we're visible, but I don't care. We're talking noncommittally, about nonsense. By the firelight Marqun seems different, stronger, less serious. In a flash I am reminded of the last time he and I were just friends. We were 13. Or rather I was 13 and he was almost 14. It had been a pretty good day. We had gotten back from school and he and I had been walking to the crystal-pool. It was kind of our private place, even though a lot of people know about the place. No one was ever there when we were so it was always private. All was peaceful then suddenly we heard yelling. We knew that sound. The sound of a fight. In Jenetzu territory, which means there are invaders. We looked at each other and ran towards the sound, dropping our towels on the sidewalk behind us. When we reached the fight, it was a mild one, using dirt clods. A war for fun. We both grinned at each other, relaxed, and joined in. I grabbed a lot of mud and threw it at the other group, bringing up several bruises and scraps. Then a dirt clod hit me in the face and my mouth was badly scraped. Marqun took one look at me lying on the ground the charged at the person who threw it. My vision was foggy, but I saw Marqun grab the person by the shirt and punch him in the face repeatedly, over and over. By the time I had shaken of my haziness, the entire fight was over and everyone of the other gang had run away all except the boy Marqun had hurt and to people laboring under his weight. Our own group had backed away. Then they rushed forward and began to cheer on Marqun like a hero. Marqun smiled, but then his eyes met mine and saw my face. My face that was frowning. My face that was bleeding. His smile faded and he ran over to me and helped me up. Then he said "We had better get me home. I tried to stand, but I almost fell over. Marqun simply picked me up, grunting under my weight and carried me home. After that I stopped looking at Marqun in the same light, and our friendship that had lasted so long was ruined.

"What's wrong?" Marqun asks me and I realize I was frowning at him. I shake myself and smile.
"Nothing," I say "Just thinking. I guess we should all go to sleep, we have a big day tomorrow." Marqun and Michael stare at me, and I shrug. Then I climb into the tent I have to myself, and in a few minutes I hear them climbing into the other tent they shared. I smiled. I wondered why Marqun started acting different around me after that day. I fall asleep thinking about it.

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Ah-quaz:
I hear shrieking and strange buzzing fill the air.
"C-Cicadas?" I've only heard of the creatures in school. They overtook the Rhino beetles. Ah-de feels the same confusion and concern as I do. He takes out a bow and arrows, prepared to shoot down any flying creatures attacking. A cicada approaches me, his red eyes watching my every move.
"Ah, I haven't seen another species in 17 years! My name is Nhymet" he bows in respect. Strange, I expected them to be savages considering they brutally took over the rhino beetles.
Soon, Nhymet directs a huge cloud of flying cicadas to attack the tribe. I've only been taught how to fight once, by my sister. I can't fight these creatures. I reach for Ah-de's hand for comfort, he's trained in fighting, he is second in command for the army.
I look over to everyone in the tribe, we must defend this tribe.

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Starheart:
I gaze off into the distance towards the forest. Suddenly I hear a long scream coming from the forest. I am too far away to tell what was said, but could tell it was in panic. And someone has to be pretty panicked to scream like that. I hitch my backpack to my back and start running towards where I heard the sound. As I get closer to the forest, a buzzing fills my ears. There is only one species that makes a sound like that. Cicadas. I run faster than I was before. As I run the buzzing grows. When I near the place where the scream was, I pull out a knife. Suddenly, I burst out into a clearing. It is filled with cicadas. I attack the cicada nearest to me. It turns and it bites me. It has transparent wings tucked behind it's back. It is brown and has bright, red eyes. I quickly stab it and move to the next one. While I am battling, I notice several other species in the clearing. And now that I look better, I see that there are houses. This must be a tribe deep into the forest. The cicada I am fighting reaches out his proboscis, but I am used to this move. I flick my knife and slice off his proboscis. I think that this hurts a lot because he clutches his face and sinks to the ground. I swing around and cut off the proboscis of another cicada. I go on like this for what seems like hours. Suddenly I realize that the number of cicadas were lessening. I slayed a few more cicadas and then I knelt down to rest. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and held my knife to the throat of my attacker. Suddenly I realized that it was Vyjallen. "What are you doing here?" I ask her. "Well..."A young fox approached me. "Who are you? Vyjallen, how do you know her?"she says. "My name is Starheart. I've seen Vyjallen when she was Stripeneck's slave." "Oh.." ,she says, " Well, make yourself useful. You can clear away the bodies. Get to work." "Wait," I say, " You have not told me your name." " Oh," she says, "Arrianonna." Then she turns and walks away.

((I am finally in the action...))

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PARTY IN THE TRIBE!!!!

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((What the seal????))

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Everyone is yelling and screaming. The cicadas! I turn to run as fast as I can, but hit a tree root and stumble. I turn around and a cicada is standing right behind me, a spear in it's hands.
"AHHHH!" I shreak, and skuttle backwards. The cicada raises the spear-
and it goes flying off into the air, harmless. The cicada howls in pain and falls to the ground, revealing Starheart standing behind it, a bloody sword in her hands. She kicks the body to the side and jumps back into the battle. I run into the tribe's main building and search desperately, hoping to find a weapon, knowing that I don't know how to use them even if I did find one.
I stumble into the hall, scanning the doors for a weapons room. I find a closet, I figure that will be as good a place as any to look for a weapon, and throw the door open. It is pitch black inside, going back about 5 feet and filled with shelves. On the shelves are cardboard boxes, I pick one at will and lift it down. Dresses. I try the next one, salt and pepper. I spin around, and in the dark my foot hits a shelf and it goes crashing to the ground, the contents of the boxes spilling out onto the floor. Digging through the pile, I see a glint of metal and lift the object out to see that it is a sword. It's a bit heavy for me but it will manage.
I dash back out into the open air. The battle is starting to die down and what cicadas are still alive are fleeing. I see Arionna struggling with a cicada, while another rushes to aid the first. Arionna's bow lies on the ground a few feet away, out of reach. I run up and dodge a cicada with a knife advancing towards me. I press the weapon into Arionna's hands and run off, a cicada chasing me.
The cicada continues to chase me. I run through the council house of the tribe, my feet slipping on the cool marble. The cicada has almost got me, I make one last dive over a Council table and slip on the ground. I hear the cicada scream and lift my head above the table in confusion. Elias, bloody and battered, is holding off the cicada with a large lance. I scream as I feel a probiscus brush my arm, then realize it is only the table cloth. My srceam reminded the cicada that I was still hiding and it makes a lunge for the table- right into Elias's sword. The cicada falls to the ground, dying. Elias sinks to his knees and falls over. I rush to him and see that he has a long gash on his arm, and is bleeding. I rip of the tablecloth and wince as the fancy dishes smash on the ground. I wrap the cloth around Elias's arm to stop the bleeding and try to drag him away. He is heavy and I myself am exhausted, and his dead weight only allows me to drag him to the corner of the Council house, behind the stage. I peek outside. The battle is no longer raging, and the survivors are regrouping, but too many lie still on the ground. "They must be going to the Dynastinae now," I think hazily, before lying down to rest.

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Marqun:
We wake up early in the morning, but Aca still beats us. She's at the fire making us a little breakfast. I have to say, that girl can cook. The food, fish tamales, is a little heavy, but that's fine. We can't stop for lunch. Aca glances up at Michael and I as we walk out of our tent. "Good," she says, "You're finally awake. Go collect some firewood." Michael begins to protest but she gives him a steely look and says "Now Michael Rogerson." and he blushes. Michael has a very, erm....different name because his family were lose grains and made up names when they joined our gang. Lose grains are what we call the "Normal folk", the people without a gang, without loyalties to the crocs. I am thinking this as we walk away into the woods. As soon as we are safely out of hearing distance he says "That is one beautiful girl." and I feel a momentary flash of irritation.
"Yeah, well, don't let her hear you saying that," I reply, "She might become even worse if she thought she had the advantage." That isn't totally true. Aca is a very nice person. Sometimes I wonder if she shouldn't be in one of the peaceful gangs. Then I see her fight. I realize Michael is looking at me strangely. "What?" I ask him.
"Nothing. Just...if she's yours.."
"She's NOT mine. She is her own person. If she likes me, sure I might date her, but as it is, she doesn't. End of story."
Michael looks at me and starts laughing and then I laugh too, realizing the ridiculousness of it all. Then we both collect more firewood and head beck to the fire. After the fire get warmer, the tamales finish cooking and we eat. The fish is flavorful and it's warm juice fill my mouth. After we are done eating we pack up camp and leave. We make good time, and after swimming for about 6 hours (weaving in and out of croc territory) we make it to the meeting place. Handu, one of the few croc cities. A place of surprising grandeur. And to top it off, the leader. There is a waterfall leading into the canal which we swim down. The beauty of croc cities is the water is never polluted. We hop out at the landing strip and stand there until a courtier comes to show us where we'll be staying. I hate courtiers. Always acting as if they were the most important people in the world. Anyway, we walk a while until we reach a rather tall building made of-get this- MARBLE. Only frivolous people use marble in croc territory because it is rather rare in the Territories of the Nations. We are shown to our separate rooms. As soon as I am dropped of into my room I explore. It has to rooms (not including the bathroom). After I survey the place I take a shower and dress in some non-descript green and black clothes. Standing out blends in here. Then I walk downstairs in search of something to eat. I'm starving.

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What a brat! I killed all of those Cicadas and does she thank me? NO! Uuuh. Such bad manners. But these bodies do need to be cleaned up. I start moving the heavy, lifeless bodies. I start to put one down near the edge of the clearing when Arrianonna screeches, "NO! Not there!" " Then where?" I say. "Over there," she replies and points to a large near the place I entered the village. I sigh and drag the body I am holding over there. After a while they are all there.


((If you want to know more, tell me what the village is named... I need to use it in the next line."))

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((I don't know. And Arionna, can Elias die?))

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((yes, he can, but that still isn't my name. it is Arrianonna, not Arriona.))

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Aca:
I wake up to the sound of alarms blaring. I sit straight up and listen. 5 long, 3 short...Cicadas!!! I quickly get dressed and run down the stairs of my room to the main hallway. I run to the Square for meetings and see that people are grabbing their weapons. I pull a gun from inside my jacket and make sure all my knives are in place. The crocs are one of the few groups that has guns, mist people still prefer swords. However, my small ray gun is useful and solar powered. I can char Cicadas in their exoskeletons. Everyone is ducking behind things(walls, trash cans, you name it) other hiding in crevices. I quickly lid in an empty garbage can and smile at my luck. There is a small, hard to notice hole in it. My gun fits through. We are all ready for the cicada attack, and we will hurt them using guerilla warfare. I've been sitting in my spot for 10 minutes when I hear it. A loud chirping noise. The Cicadas! Then the come into the clearing almost singing victory when they don't see us. They believe the mighty crocs have fled. I hear a voice in my head counting 1, 2...crocodiles are trained form birth to have the exact rhythm and to fire on three when counting. Then I reach 3, and all hell breaks loose. I shoot repeatedly at cicadas and they fall, one by one. I see Marqun shooting as well. Then a Cicada comes and bits him in the leg. I shoot the creature automatically, with no time to think. I hope Marqun is all right, but I can't risk my position to go to him. I then see Michael. He is battling one-on-one with a cicada. He stabs the cicada and the cicada falls, but not without taking Michael with her. I already know Michael is dead. He is caught in the death grip, which crushes your ribs. I choke back a sob and return to the fighting. Before I know it The cicadas are all dead, minus about 20 who are fleeing. I run over to Marqun and see he is passed out. I signal that he needs aid and then I run to Michael. Michael is still and lifeless, and I take his hand. Against all nature I cry, and I see other croc's reserves breaking down as they find those who are dead. I pick up Michael limp body and I carry him to the river. He will be buried there. In the water I see something in Michael's hair. A flash of red. I scrub at his head and see his hair is bright red! He is a herring! The scales he has that look so croc like are fake. He's been spying on us all along. I feel anger surging and I want to punch the lifeless figure at my feet. Michael's family has a lot of explaining to do! I stop. No one had ever seen Michael's family. Could they have been fake as well? About as real as Michael's loyalties to the crocs? Then I wonder with a chill, who is Michael really?
(Shimmerscale could tell me in a future post)

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((Beautiful plot twist!!! :D :) :D ))
Shimmerscale:
We are now in the forest. We herrings are not used to travel with no stream around us, and we have to be careful not to make a sound. We walk on in silence, alert for every sound. By about mid-day we reach a clearing. There is a pool there, making it the obvious place to set up camp, but there are also charred sticks and a fire circle, not quite scattered. There are a few Croc footprints. This is good but also bad. We are on the right track yet we may be too close. I call Black-wing and Silver-ringlet over. The guide hangs behind, clearly unsure whether he is invited.
"I think we should set up camp here.It seems to be a good place, and if we go farther and can't find another pool we won't be able to do our prayers to Aquibu ((god of water)). Black-wing nods. "You have a point, but what about all these signs that Crocs have been here? I want you guys to go and look for more evidence, good or bad." He turns toward the forest. "I'll start making a shelter."
I follow Silver-ringlet as we go to the edge of the clearing. We look at all the trees and search the ground for anything that says the Crocs are still using the area. We split up and I am on the opposite side of the clearing from which we came when I see a name carved into a tree. Looking closer, it says:
Blue-glow
Michael
~SAFE~
I stare at it. "YES!" I shout. Blackwing runs over, a bundle of sticks in one hand. "What is it?"
"I point to the tree. "Look! Blue-glow was here! They must've moved on. Come on, let's get Silver-ringlet and we'll help you with the shelter." We run over o where Silver-ringlet is. She is on her knees, pawing through the grass for clues. We tell her about the sign and she jumps up. "Great! I was looking all over, all I found was this."
She holds up a piece of a Cicada wing. Blackwing pales. "Oh yes," he says. "The cicadas!" I laugh nervously. "Don't worry Blackwing, they want to invade the forest. They allack major camps. They won't be concerned with us."
I swallow. I hope I'm right.

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"Damn! Stupid pronghorns and their stupid schemes to get everyone killed! What did we ever do to them! I would give anything to go to their stupid territory and punch their stupid dictator in the face! I came here to get AWAY from them, not to have to fight them! Too many died, too many got away, and too many attacked in the first place! And now the stupid tribe thinks I led them to here! Nobody trusts me anymore, except you and Vyjallen! Stupid Pronghorns, and stupid cicadas, and stupid family! Even Kiri won't talk to me!I am leaving! I don't care what anyone thinks! I couldn't care less about these stupid people too blind to see whats in front of their noses! I am going to the pronghorn territory to deal with this, consequences be damned! And this time, I'm not coming back!"
I am yelling and pacing in my room, while Sina calmly sits on her bed and braids some wires.
"It won't make a difference." She looks at me, and I momentarily stop yelling. "They won't care. They will laugh at you, and possibly worse. You remember when you rescued me? Madam Longear was beating me because I had dared to say that maybe the slaving was unfair. They won't listen to a lowly fox. They believe that they are the best, and nothing can unseat that belief. Nothing." Suddenly her eyes go dark, darker than normal. "My parents were killed when they tried to escape. My brother was sold when I was five. My sister was whipped in the center of town because she dropped a tray during a banquet. The pronghorns are heartless monsters, and not one of them could care less about the fate of some small tribe so long as it brought them to the top. Not ONE." She bursts into tears. Awkwardly, I walk out of the room, and into Vyjallen. She looks at me, then at the closed door with muffled sniffling noises coming from it, then me again.
"Sina. She told me some of the things that happened to her family. I'm leaving tomorrow, and I wanted to know if you would come with me."
"I can't. I'm going with Ah-de and Ah-quaz to the peacock territory."
I shrug. "Okay. Good luck."
I walk back into my room, and Sina is no longer crying.
"Sina, I know that this is hard for you, but could you possibly come with me to pronghorn territory? I'm going to speak to their leader, and I could use another person." She stares at me like I have grown another head. "The pronghorns are spineless two-faced crocodiles. I doubt that they could do anything to this place that they haven't already tried. These people know about the cicadas, and will be ready for them the next time. Staying here won't help anyone." Sina looks like she wants to argue, but stops herself. She sighs and begins to pack her things. "Its your back and your people. I gave you my warning. If you want to ignore it, its fine by me, but I won't be responsible for the consequences. But before we go, I want you to give me a dagger. If i'm going back into that place, I damn well intend to have a weapon this time." I tossed her one of my good daggers and turn to pack my own things. On top of my dresser, I find a letter.

"Dear Arrianonna, I am sorry. I have to leave. I might not see you again, so I want to say this now, I am not who you think I am. I deceived you, and I have a confession to make. I am not a fox. I'm a spy for the pronghorns. Feel free not to forgive me. Feel free to be completely disgusted with me. But please hear this: If you ever need help, I will do anything I can. And be warned. The pronghorns are planning on enslaving anyone who crosses them. Even non-beetles. Be careful of what you say and do. And most of all, watch out for herrings.
Yours; Cardon, or rather Bluefleet."

I dropped the paper like it was a snake. He was a HERRING?!

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Vyjallen:
I decide I need to go with Arrianonna. She is planning to do something to take down the pronghorns. After everything I've gone through they deserve anything. Arrianonna shows me the letter, that the pronghorns are planning on enslaving anyone. Not just beetles, it's bigger than that now. They want to have no rivals, and to ensure that enslave everyone.
I start packing and walk into Arrianonna's room. She is perched on the edge of the bed, folding clothes. "I can take care of that," I say. "You should go say goodbye to the tribe."
She looks like she is about to cry. "They hate me. They think I led the cicadas here. They're probably glad to be rid of me."
I jump up. "No! I'll explain to them-"
She puts a hand on my arm. "It's no use." I slump. "I guess we should just get out of here, then."
We finish packing and set out, not pausing for any goodbyes. We soon reach the edge of the forest and the border to the pronghorn nation. I see a small pink blur and go to see what it is. It's a bright pink cloth, nailed to a tree. It has words on it. Spreading the cloth out, I read:
"Anyone crossing this border not on official business shall be taken and killed." I recoil, but Arrianonna just nods, deep in thought. "We could have known. The pronghorns have never been content with what they have."
Not daring to go any further in the daylight, we walk into the woods a bit. Arrianonna is acting casual, but I can tell by the set of her shoulders and the bristling of her red-orange fur that she is just as unnerved as Sina and I. Arrianonna in the lead and Sina taking the rear, we make our way to a clearing that I remember from my the Dynastinae years of my life. "This is a little close to the dynastinae, don't you think?" I ask, my voice sounding shrill and cutting in the silence. Arrianonna turns. "Don't you get it? The cicada plan worked. The Dynastinae is enslaved or in hiding. They just saw what the Pronghorns will do. They will be just as opposed to them as you or I."
"Then I know a place where we will really be sheltered," I say. "And safe," I add as an afterthought. "No pronghorn will expect any one to be here."
I take the lead and soon we find a dirt trail. It is much fainter that I remeber, but it is the right one. We walk on until we come to a giant tree, it's trunk about the size of a hut. I brush aside some leaves and dirt to find the entrance, just a hollow. The inside is lined with planks and you can barely see the evidence of the cicada attack. "Fist floor is living room, second floor is kitchen, third floor is bedroom," I say. I go up a flight and start looking in the cupboard. Sure enough, there is some bread and cheese. "Guys, there is food," I call. I walk up another flight and am about to check the beds when I hear a voice.
"Vyjallen? Is that you?"

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(bet none of u saw Michael's specialness coming!)
Marqun:
I have been fading in and out of consciousness all day. My leg is stiff and achy but that is good. It means I haven't lost it. I hear a voice calling out, one that makes my pace quicken. Aca is saying "He's awake!" my eyes open and I see he face peering down at me anxiously. "Marqun, are you ok?" I open my mouth and try to speak but my throat is too dry. Ace looks around and says in a commanding voice "Water." That is the voice I use when I'm in charge. In seconds a glass of water is brought to my lips and I drink greedily. Then I sit up. Aca smiles. "Thank God your awake!" she says and I smile. Crocs have no religion, so we use religious phrases loosely. Aca looks at me and says "While you were asleep I took over all your duties. You have no ide how weird it was. If you hadn't woken up I would have had to replace you in the meeting which I wouldn't have liked at all. Do you know how annoying it is to have to answer the same question 12 times a day? I keep telling people 'NO! You really DO need to pick up after yourselves, we do NOT need more trash around here!'" She laughs a short laugh and then say, "You're in charge? But I thought Michael..." I trail off when I see her face.
"Yeah, Michael is dead. But don't feel too bad. He was a herring." She sneered.
"Michael, a spy?" I feel anger rising.
"Yes, and the worst thing is we don't know his name. However, we know he was reporting to some people tailing us."
"How do you know that?"
Aca smiled "Because we caught them"
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#, as written by Avnix
I wake up in the pronghorn territory, being roughly dragged across wet grass. I look up to see my captors: two pronghorns. I suddenly remember the attack. Hopefully the Pronghorns hadn't found the others of our squadron hiding out in half-collapsed cave. I didn't tell the others that the Pronghorns had been watching us because I didn't know. Usually the Pronghorns aren't very worried about spies.
We reach the Pronghorn village. The Pronghorns set me down outside a large dugout. I hear wails from inside. My heart beats faster. Is it my fellow spies? They escort me inside.

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((Hey, placevalue here, Avnix is my brother and he is new to rping, so cut him some slack. Also he hasn't read any of our posts so he doesn't know what is going on.))

Shimmerscale:
We are trekking through the woods. Silver-ringlet is the first one to hear the voices of Crocs, raised in battle. With horror I realize we must've been walking straight to Zhucran's border, instead of along it. Black-wing whirls around and for once the silly expression is gone from his face. "Get DOWN!" he hisses. Silver-ringlet and I obey, crouching in the leaves. Blackwing tries to peer through the trees from his current position to see what is going on, but finding it impossible, he creeps closer. My heart constricts in my chest. He could get us all caught! But there is no way to call out to him over the din of battle without revealing that we are here.
He is dangerously close to the edge of the trees now. He turns around and gives us some signs in the sign language all herring spies know. "They are fighting and have guns."
I start to sign back but he turns his back on us to resume watching. We hear a long cry -it sounds like a herring!- I think, and then Croc voices, loud and outraged. The battle seems to be over and they are within meters of our hiding spot!
One of the Crocs flings a metal lid aside and it his Blackwing's foot. Silverringlet and I cringe in unison as Blackwing shouts very loudly in the sudden silence,"Shit!"
The Crocs come trampling in the forest in a wave. One of them grabs me and I bite their arm, but their grip only tightens. They carry us into the battle-torn clearing. It is Zhucran's main area, I know that from spy training. "Let me GO!" I shout, but my cry is ignored.

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#, as written by Avnix
I walk inside the dugout. It is hundreds of meters wide. And it holds hundreds of hybrids. All the ones that were taken by the Pronghorns now live here.I look around for my fellow spies. I don't see them. That's a good sign. They might have not found them yet. I look around. A huge room surrounds me, much bigger than it looked from the outside. There's a fountain in the middle, and through a window I can see rhino beetles being beaten. I'm in the Pronghorn's slave trade center!*
The Pronghorns escort me into a room no bigger than a horse's stable. I sit down on a low bench. I look around for a way to escape. The cell has solid iron walls. I fear that the Pronghorns have caught the others. We weren't hiding very far apart.
But now the Pronghorns are taking me to a comfortable room; giving me food. What is happening?

((*Placevalue, I'll change that if you want))

((What do you want to change? -placevalue))

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((Wow, I really can't decide whether I want to use past or present tense, you can tell in my writing.))
Ah-quaz:
I hear loud yelling. I get up from the bed I was sleeping in.
"Ah-quaz! Wake up! WAKE UP!" Ah-de yells while shaking me.
"W-What?" I wonder
"Your sister sent a herring with a letter it reads:
Dear Ah-quaz and Ah-de,
I will be going to the pronghorn nation. There seems to be some tension there, please go to Zhucran, quick! Fly if you have to, just go! Bring as many members of the army as you can, a map will be provided to tell you where it is. Please don't be afraid to fight, Ah-de will make sure to provide you with weapons and a bit of training. There will be crocs there, make sure they aren't hostile first. Please be careful.
Best,
Zoozoo-um

"We have to go, now! No time to say goodbye to everyone."
Ah-de grabs my arm and runs outside. Ariannona seems to have left with Vjallen, maybe it's best she didn't come with us. We run for a long time, flying for part of it, and walking for another part. Once I reach the mesa I realize that I am finally home. I fly onto the mesa and into the treehouse. Ah-de quickly grabs many sharp weapons, food, money and medicine.
"Come on" Ah-de wasn't his usual self, he seemed more serious that I would ever expect.
I dropped down from the treehouse and Ah-de reached a large group of army members that were training.
"I need a minimum of fifty leave minimum of one hundred." Ah-de's words seemed like gibberish to me, but they seemed to understand perfectly. A huge group of army members began following us and we rushed to Zhucran. Zhucran was over a mountain, through a forest. When I saw a extremely developed city with guards patrolling it, I knew this was Zhucran. Suddenly I noticed crocs entering in huge amounts. It is cruel, the crocs were capturing a group of herrings with no remorse at all. The army was at the border of Zhucran, fully prepared for a battle and possibly outnumbering the crocs while I was scared with only Ah-de to hold onto. How could I even defend myself?

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Aca:
I herrings are responsible for spying on us. They are responsible for the meeting and they are responsible for our dead. If we capture a few and wring some answers out of them, what's the harm? My cousin Shunan was killed. THEY DESERVE DEATH. But will we give it to them? No we will "Question them," and "Give them chances to defend themselves." I could care less. I want justice, I want them to pay, I want...I realize I am crying. I just got back from the meeting and I fling myself on the bed. Everyone was dressed up like it was just a normal meeting. Like 45 crocs did not just die. And now the herrings have called the peacocks. And what will we do? We will EXPLAIN nicely and without anger what the situation is. I want to wring that skinny little herring's neck and take out a few peacocks for good measure. If I went out fighting It wouldn't matter. My cousin would be avenged. His wife and his children would be avenged. All of them died together and I am supposed to keep calm. Marqun tried to calm me down and when he did I punched him squarely in the jar. When someone tried to sedate me I took them out too. Try to tell ME to calm down. They can go to Lamon (croc hell) for all I care! Shunan should not have died, and those herrings risked one of their own people for this mission. The cold-blooded monsters. I put on jeans a t-shirt and my converse and march right into the area where Shimmerscale is being held. No one stops me because of the murderous expression on my face. I storm in and slam the door behind me. "How dare you?" I yell tears streaming down my face. "My cousin is dead because of you! How can you live with yourself?"
((Can not go further without Shimmerscale. You may have me say what you want as long as you keep it within her character))

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Character Portrait: Arrianonna Nadorn
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Character Portrait: Chom-ah-quaz-de-zoozoo-zan Nickname: ah-quaz
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Character Portrait: Tezecan
Tezecan

Seven year old crocodile hybrid who was rescued from slavery and hopes to fight wars and help people.

Character Portrait: Araminta Jimahh
Araminta Jimahh

Actually goes by Minty, and is part of a gang. Does that make her a wanderer?

Character Portrait: Moonbreeze
Moonbreeze

Graceful herring spy.

Character Portrait: Christiana Rinua
Christiana Rinua

I am a crafter for the crocs.

Character Portrait: Moonfire
Moonfire

a male herring spying on pronghorns for crocs

Character Portrait: Marqun Gansin
Marqun Gansin

Leader of the Jenutzu Gang

Character Portrait: Kirima Nadorn
Kirima Nadorn

Foster Sister of Arrianonna Nadorn

Character Portrait: Acaralea Hitzu
Acaralea Hitzu

A Female Croc, member of the Jenutzu Gang

Character Portrait: Sina (X-47)
Sina (X-47)

rescued Rhinoceros Beetle girl

Character Portrait: Shimmering Feathers
Shimmering Feathers

I am a green and blue peacock.

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Character Portrait: Christiana Rinua
Christiana Rinua

I am a crafter for the crocs.

Character Portrait: Tezecan
Tezecan

Seven year old crocodile hybrid who was rescued from slavery and hopes to fight wars and help people.

Character Portrait: Shimmerscale
Shimmerscale

A herring spy. Part of the squadron that spies on the crocs for the peacocks.

Character Portrait: Araminta Jimahh
Araminta Jimahh

Actually goes by Minty, and is part of a gang. Does that make her a wanderer?

Character Portrait: Sina (X-47)
Sina (X-47)

rescued Rhinoceros Beetle girl

Character Portrait: Vyjallen
Vyjallen

Rhino-Beetle girl whose older brother is in the Dynastinae.

Character Portrait: Kirima Nadorn
Kirima Nadorn

Foster Sister of Arrianonna Nadorn

Character Portrait: Moonfire
Moonfire

a male herring spying on pronghorns for crocs

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Marqun Gansin

Leader of the Jenutzu Gang

Character Portrait: Chom-ah-quaz-de-zoozoo-zan Nickname: ah-quaz
Chom-ah-quaz-de-zoozoo-zan Nickname: ah-quaz

A beautiful, noble peacock. Her family crest depicts a peacock holding a sword in one hand and a rose in another. "I am the rose on the crest, beautiful and perky, but I've thorns!"

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Araminta Jimahh

Actually goes by Minty, and is part of a gang. Does that make her a wanderer?

Character Portrait: Shimmerscale
Shimmerscale

A herring spy. Part of the squadron that spies on the crocs for the peacocks.

Character Portrait: Moonfire
Moonfire

a male herring spying on pronghorns for crocs

Character Portrait: Kirima Nadorn
Kirima Nadorn

Foster Sister of Arrianonna Nadorn

Character Portrait: Moonbreeze
Moonbreeze

Graceful herring spy.

Character Portrait: Acaralea Hitzu
Acaralea Hitzu

A Female Croc, member of the Jenutzu Gang

Character Portrait: Tezecan
Tezecan

Seven year old crocodile hybrid who was rescued from slavery and hopes to fight wars and help people.

Character Portrait: Marqun Gansin
Marqun Gansin

Leader of the Jenutzu Gang

Character Portrait: Stripedneck
Stripedneck

An arrogant pronghorn who trades with peacocks.

Character Portrait: Christiana Rinua
Christiana Rinua

I am a crafter for the crocs.


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