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voltaje has been preparing for this night for weeks now. routines memorized, choreography practiced, all in preparation for tonight. his body is painted beautifully with the colors of his crest, and ribbons are tied around his ankles as part of his performance group’s uniform. the festival grounds are bustling, full of life and and music and chatter. for once, this festival is mostly skyfolk. they fill the grounds i...

matapang can't help the swell of pride in their chest as they watch this year's hatchlings grow bigger and stronger. more followers for them, after all. realistically, they know that many of them will leave to start their own herds, but they'll enjoy the time before that while they can. the nesting grounds are full of more life than usual, with the hatchlings and their parents playing and spending time together. the r...

it’s been a long day at cuerno’s butcher shop. the walk home is quiet except for idle chatter from both toro and cuerno as they make their way home. to their home. as they enter the stone and wood building, cuerno hangs up his butcher's gear in their usual spot while toro makes a beeline straight to their nesting spot. it's a smal...

this won’t do. this simply won’t do. one of the younger bulls in matapang’s herd is getting restless. cocky. agitated. he thinks he can challenge their leader. this has happened before. it will happen again. they will learn again. the others try to persuade him to stand do...

it’s always a cause for celebration when new clutches of eggs are almost ready to be laid. it’s almost difficult to believe that beings as large as the tall-necks come from such small, fragile things. matapang’s herd is on their yearly trek to their ancestral nesting grounds; guided, of course, by their proud leader. the rest of the herd chats amongst themselves on the way, mostly to and about all the expecting ...

matapang’s no stranger to the rumors about them. about their strange colors, the features that litter their body undisguised, the bones, the eyes. not from their herd of course, they have full trust in their leader and their strength, but from the other folk when they’re forced to interact. where did they come from? why do they look like that? it doesn’t both...