Pawblade ~ Chapter 4: Halloween in Memoria

 

Lida Koji, a foxlike beastfolk, covered in purple-grey fur despite her belonging to the Red Fox species, sat silently at her table in Nana's Bakery, her second favorite place to be in Mountainside, Memoria. 
It was a quaint, two-story affair with an interior finish that looked right out of Western fantasy films and literature. Entire tree trunks acted as pillars that held the upper floors aloft, which were connected by hand-carved steps and lined with thick railings.
Today was Halloween, and a Saturday, so the bakery was bustling with activity from kids on both sides of Memoria, all dressed up in costume for tonight's festivities.
"God I miss being a kid," she thought to herself as one walked by. A human boy, dressed in a mass-produced Batman costume, a popular superhero comic book that no one on Nostal can seem to agree on a single point of origin for, strangely enough.
The usual Celtic-like tunes that played over the bakery's sound system was replaced by mash-up of eerie, theremin-heavy tunes and more haunting compositions, further setting the mood and making the heavy smattering of Halloween decor all across the bakery pop.
A martenlike girl and a human boy approached Lida. The two were holding hands, and neither one older than six; they stopped and stared at the foxlike for a brief second.
"Where is your costume, lady?" the little martenlike girl asked, her nose and whiskers twitching as she smiled through some missing teeth.

Minus Zero Hype

My local theater not only has Godzilla Minus Zero on day 0, but is also giving it top billing by playing it on the biggest screen they have. 

In comparison, they didn't get Minus One for a solid week and a half after release. 

Pawblade ~ Chapter 3: Werewolves

 

Logo by Shizumi

Sigil Winslet was hot on the trail of her prey. His smell stored in her scent receptors, presenting themselves in her vision as a trail of holographic vapor that snaked across the highway and weaved through the woods beyond.
Someone would have no doubt called the police by now. Big corporations like Target would not allow even potential petty theft of their overpriced products to go without some sort of report.
Or worse, the manager reviewed the footage and saw that it was no costume.
She bounded over a fallen tree as she entered the woods, following the trail of the potential werewolf's scent as she moved deeper into the forest, hellbent on tracking the wolf down.
"Who in the hell was that anyway? There's no registered werewolves in the area except for—" A branch snapped nearby, and she stopped on a dime, her breasts swaying heavily, causing her to wince.
A doe and its fawn crossed the path in front of her, appearing from the darkness like shadows pouring out of the darkness.
The fawn stopped and looked at her, licking the side of its mouth with a quick flick of its tongue. The young animal's ear flicked as it fixed its dark eyes on the woman, unsure whether it should flee.
Its mother returned, deciding for its offspring as the pair disappeared into the dark Michigan forest.
"Strange," Sigil thought, taking note of the nighttime wildlife chatter that surrounded her. "The presence of a werewolf should have had this entire forest silent and those deer running for their lives, and yet…" 
The werewolf's scent trail was strong, indicating it had passed through here not too long ago. Sigil pondered the situation for the first time since she had trailed the creature into the department store. Sure of herself that it was the same creature that attacked the campsite earlier today, but the way the cashier had described their interaction confounded her.
The air around the woman became damp and chilly, even as a musty odor crept into her nostrils. The smell of a drying pond's edge, unquestionably. She'd encountered them all over the moors of Ireland this past spring.
A harsh croak filled the air, confirming her suspicion. The autumn air should have sent the frogs into hibernation.
"This world is so fucked up." Goosebumps dotted her skin once more, sensing her hunt was coming to a conclusion.

It was time to get changed one more time.

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Pawblade ~ Chapter 2: Earth

 

Logo by Shizumi

A hail of gunfire drowned out the panicked screams of men, women, and children. Bullets whizzed past the wolf's head as he attempted to shield himself, confused and scared by the sudden outburst.
It was as if they'd never seen beastfolk before.
The first bullet struck his side, ripping the fabric of his clothing as the bullet found purchase against his skin. It pressed inward, like a swift jab to the gut, then the tiny piece of metal harmlessly bounced off.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" yelled a woman, grabbing one of the trigger-happy men by the shoulder. 
Gunfire ceased for a moment, while the human woman berated the men who were now clearly inebriated based on the way they swayed.
"It's the goddamn wolfman, Marcine!" The first man to level his sight on Remy said, his speech slurred. 
"There is no fucking thing as the wolfman, or werewolves for that matter, you retards!" The woman, named Marcine, yelled back. Slapping the man on the back of the head. She turned to face Remy, where he stood.
"Sir, are you hurt? You shouldn't be wandering around in a costume—huh?" The wolf had disappeared without a sound, leaving everyone to wonder if he was simply an alcohol-induced hallucination.

Pawblade ~ Chapter 1: In the Beginning

 

Logo by Shizumi

The day Remy Niscent learned that they weren't exactly alone in the universe started like any other day on Nostal.

On the Horseshoe Peninsula, a land mass jutting out from the Eastern Continent, a stretch of lush land covered in mountains, forests and farmlands, with the ocean to the north and south, there stood a single village, divided by a steep hill sat at the very center; two faces, offering those that call it home the best of both worlds.
This was the village of Memoria; a sprawling village that came in two flavors, divided by a train station at the top of the hill. 
On the eastern side, a more rural, countryside-like town, complete with dirt roads, thatched roofs and gardens. Life was slower-paced here and drenched in natural splendor.
And on the western side: a bustling seaside harbor town, with a sprawling fish market, Main Street, and two highways that bled into it from the north and south. Businesses lined the face of the town, and tributary streets moved westward, providing housing and lodging for visitors.
Rarely did the crowds of tourists visiting the harbor town make their way into the rural outskirts, and those that called that side home were just fine with things that way.
Memoria, home to the mountains and the sea.

The autumn season had crept its way into the region over the past few weeks, transforming the imagery. The lush, vibrant greens of summer are now a distant memory as trees put on their annual, colorful display of yellows and reds. Mottling their colors amidst the evergreens that hid the rural mountainside portion of Memoria from the eyes of the noisy tourists and businessmen that flooded the streets just over the hill.

Pawblade ~ Beastfolk, Humans & Demihumans

Beastfolk

The dominant intelligent species of Nostal. Beastfolk come in many shapes, sizes, and species such as fish, insects, canines, and even dinosaurs! Most species have distinctly large paws, hooves, or otherwise, depending on the species. Land-based mammals such as felines, canines and the like retain their paw pads on their hands and paws (of which are five and four digits max respectively).

Due to the sheer number of beastfolk types, they have been broken down by species name plus the '-like' suffix (Example: Wolflike, buglike, dinolike, etc.)

Despite their outward appearance, however, they are most closely related to humans and can even breed with them (which always results in the offspring being of the mother's race). Male and female genitalia resemble that of humans, as do all female-presenting breasts. Like mammals, they also produce milk and breastfeed their young.

The beastfolk are most closely tied to the planet's bloodstream: Mana, and are more adept at using magic of all kinds. They also possess strength, speed, and endurance comparable to their animal kingdom counterparts, as well as traits unique to their specieslike (Example: Aquaticlikes possessing gills, etc.)

Beastfolk are less receptive to the laws of gravity than other life on Nostal, which not only aids in avianlikes ability to fly for short distances and all others to jump extraordinary heights, but this also has effects on the female breasts as well, as they tend to sag significantly less compared to humans; and as a bonus to their gravitational immunity, female beastfolk tend to experience less physical problems as a result of larger breasts, which is widely believed to have contributed to the expressive and celebratory culture revolving breasts in the beastfolk population.

Humans

Virtually identical to me and you; the humans of planet Nostal's only significant difference is that some, not all, can tap into the planet's bloodstream, otherwise known as mana, and cast elemental magic.

Demihumans

A relative newcomer to the growing intelligent life on Nostal. History books tell of the first demihuman emerging from a cavern on the Southern Continent less than three centuries ago. Like the beastfolk, as more and more Demihumans emerged all over the world, the number of races of subterranean lifeforms grew to just over one hundred, with imps, kobold and gnomes being among them.

While their numbers are still minimal compared to human and beastfolk, the demihuman race continues to thrive on the surface of Nostal. They possess the same mastery over mana and thus can use magic as well as beastfolk.

They are genetically incompatible with humans and beastfolk, only being able to breed amongst their own kind. Despite that, however, interspecies unions have formed and continue to be celebrated as any other.

Pawblade ~ Prologue

 

Logo by Shizumi

Deep below the surface, where not even the light of Lumina could reach, a creature of unnatural birth clinked and clanked as it pulled its way through the very tunnels it had created. One giant, serrated claw reaching out, penetrating rough earth, helping to pull the massive form along through the complete darkness.
And then another, its shell scraping the ragged sides of the tunnel, just big enough for its shoulder length to slide through with minor impediment; sometimes it would scrape jagged, broken earth. Other times, it'd bump rock that appeared smooth; even melted in appearance.
It stopped for a second, twitching its antennae and craning its head. A scent or sound giving it pause; had prey fallen into one of its many trap holes? A low, excited screech escaped through its mandibles.
The Mantis Ant, a rare type of boss-level monster that is seldom seen, rarely comes to the surface, and is much too dangerous for researchers to enter its maze-like caverns when one appears for research.
As if listening with its large, compound eyes, the Mantis Ant sensed the airflow, trying to discern which trap hole its prey had fallen into. Picking through the musty, humid air that cycled through, it honed in on one tunnel: the very entrance to its lair!
With a piercing screech, the Mantis Ant turned around, pushing itself forward in an animalistic rage; "how dare a lesser being intrude upon my home!" would have been its current mindset, could the monster express itself with words, or even possess the intelligence to think in such a way.
The Mantis Ant bulldozed its way down its tunnel, blinded by primal instinctual rage, following the scent to its source.
Whatever was at the entrance; its throne room, would pay with its life.