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The Lone Wolf

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The Lone Wolf      "Don't be led astray, my Comfydants, and I'll catch you guys next time."      The smile that had been plastered on Legatus' face collapsed as soon as he ended stream. The monitor went dark, no longer displaying a chat box full of content sheep. Instead an emotionless shroud reflected back at him. He stared at the solemn man for a few seconds, eyes narrowing into a glare, lips shrinking into a pout. Arms crossing over his chest, Legatus turned away from the monitor with a sigh.      "Professor?" He asked aloud, voice still strained from the tension of their last conversation. The word echoed around the sound proof room, those echoes the only reply to his call.      "Canis," he tried once more, this time softer. It had taken a long time, but Legatus had trained himself to sound less raspy and cold for his work. Growling and barking didn't comfort a flock, but a softer approach could work wonders. Even away from...

Interim 7: Destroyers of Worlds

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 Interim 7: Destroyers of Worlds Art from Legatus 505 MV: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ycwVMsM3l0      Bright golden eyes stare at me inquisitively now that he's been summoned. The ticking of a clock is the only sound in the room, punctuating the silence as I carefully try to formulate my words.      "What did you do?" I ask. Normally it would be him asking that question to me. As a child I had often come to seek guidance from Professor Canis, and he could always see the guilt or confusion etched into my features to know what direction the conversation would go. I was harder to read now. Not as hard as him. Face weighed down by the decades he'd experienced. Heart turned cold from the centuries he'd lived through. It didn't help that half of his face was buried beneath that beard. Brown hair laying atop the flesh like soil on a corpse.      "Ovid, nice to see you too. No please do come in, it's always a pleasure- oh, we're in you...

Interim 6: The Slaughter in the Slums

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 Interim 6: The Slaughter in the Slums Content warnings: graphic gore & violence inflicted on a child.      During the day, residents of The Republic fled from building to building in cars, cowering from the sunlight, the one remnant of the old world that they couldn't quite defeat. The megacity's skyscrapers each stood like hundreds of towers of Babylon, yet even they didn't completely repel Apollo's fiery charge. Like ants under a magnifying glass, all they could hope to do was find shelter before god's judgement wiped them out. If there was any civilization that had ever truly stood in affront to the heavens, it was the three megacities that now reigned as the only remaining society on the surface of the earth. Citizens of The Republic knew this and reveled in it. God was dead, or if he wasn't, he had atleast been bested by his own creation. Humans were no longer the stewards of the earth, they were the masters of it and flaunted that.     ...