Beast Hunting
Created by potrace 1.16, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2019 The Thunderhawk had been shot down from orbit two hours ago. The vessel’s crimson hull was mostly blackened, laid about in…
Created by potrace 1.16, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2019 The Thunderhawk had been shot down from orbit two hours ago. The vessel’s crimson hull was mostly blackened, laid about in…
She slips from a golden tear in the fabric of night, light feet landing on lifeless white soil. The Little Fools – blind, as always, to consequence – have stripped…
Created by potrace 1.16, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2019 Sweat. Blood. And something that is beginning to die.The scent-sight of what locals call civilisation does not faze me as they…
Mob Muncha took a wrench to his own teef. One solid blow knocked his remaining tusk free and sent it skimming across the junk strewn floor of his shop. It…
Created by potrace 1.16, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2019 The sum’eo fish glowed red, blue, and green in the garden pond, as Qadan chased her lover across the foot bridge,…
The Hair Squig had no concept of how it had arrived on the isolated island, or even what an isolated island or planet was. It remembered a lot of noise…
Created by potrace 1.16, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2019 As the morning sun warmed the broad leaves of the Concordia’s jungles, the forest began to awaken. Wrapped around a thick…
On a dark, lone, barren world in some forgotten corner of the Segmentum Obscurus, Kaptin Dakdred’s rage grew with each breath he took of the thin air. The ork’s eyes…
Birth was a strange and sudden affair for the Lictor. It burst into awareness with a jolt, awoken by an impact that ripped its mycetic spore to bits.
Created by potrace 1.16, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2019 ‘Surely it’s gone?’ The Bondsman’s voice was shaky. Though not from the cold. From the fear.‘Quiet Covo!’ Sing snapped as she…