Category: WolFStoria

WooFZee flicks his ears backwards, unhappy with that answer. “What do you mean tricky?” “Tricky,” repeats Elkah and she refuses to expand on that comment, instead looking down at her berries and continuing to eat. MeaZea runs a hand through WooFZee’s fur and offers him a reassuring smile. “It’s okay. I’m sure whatever has to be done, we can manage… Read more →

“Really?” questions MeaZea. “Why not?” Elkah takes the bow and quiver from her shoulder, leaning it against a tree. “You can only cross the moonstone bridge in the dead of Summer. Snow and ice makes it impassable at any other time of the year.” WooFZee’s ears flick backwards and he gives a low whine, upset at the answer. “Oh. I… Read more →

Elkah takes a moment to frown at Boro’s retreating form. When her gaze once again lands on WooFZee and MeaZea, there’s a hint of a smile in it. “Just what does he want you to get feathers from?” “A silver stork,” responds WooFZee, with a shake of his head. “He says that you need something from the amethyst grove, to… Read more →

Boro’s guide turns out to have a claim lain on the spot right at the sapphire streams bend. A bright pink and black plaid blanket is strewn across the ground, small white crystals woven through out it. A basket sets beside it; flowers peeking out from around the woven handle. There’s no one there. MeaZea frowns. “I thought you said… Read more →

At the same time that Antheum vanishes from sight, the sapphire stream appears. Sunlight glints off of the calm water, catching on the faceted surface. Small, diamond flowers dot the shore line and bees that are surely more gem than flesh buzz about them. “That’s so odd,” mutters MeaZea, nodding towards the stream. “I can’t tell what it’s made out… Read more →

“Finding things,” repeats MeaZea, lips twisting up into a faint smile. “Like more people to bring to the sapphire stream?” But the little dragon has already twisted about and flown off, headed straight towards the tree line. Laughing, MeaZea waves at Antheum’s retreating form. “Alright, WooFZee! Let’s go!” And then they’re off, racing across the crystalline shore. Sand flies through… Read more →

“Smell me? How rude!” chirps the voice. The branches of the palm tree flutter. “I happen to bathe quite frequently!” “I wouldn’t be able to tell, with how you’re hiding up there. There’s no way for me to tell if you’re dirty or not,” responds WooFZee, ears flicking backwards in annoyance. MeaZea nods. “He’s right, you know. If you would… Read more →

The trio take their time saying goodbye to the stingrays. MeaZea gives each and everyone of them a stroke on the back and WooFZee grumbles out a thank you. On the shore, the sand is hot beneath their paws. WooFZee gives a hard shake, sending droplets of water flying off of his fur. “Which way, Panda Santa?” “Actually, I think… Read more →

 It doesn’t take long for Arment to return, with four other stingrays beside him. They’re in all shades of colors – black diamond and chain-link, blue and marbled. All of them though, each and every one of them, they are all motoro stingray. You see, there are many kinds of ‘rays in the ocean. But it is only those bearing… Read more →

Dawn comes early, rousing the small group from their slumber and urging them back on the path to the beach. It’s an even prettier sight in the daylight. Golden sand and dark blue water. Waves crash against the shore, occasionally carrying up bits of coral or a stray strand of seaweed. MeaZea smiles and leans forward, wrapping her arms around… Read more →