ChickenJac

A soft groan echoed through the room as the lump of sheets moved. “Leaf. Why did you convince me to pull an all-nighter?” came the deep voice. Slowly, Lucky emerge from the pile of silk sheets, rubbing his temples. “I had things to do today,” he mumbled. He then looked around, confusion settling. His attention then swapped to the other moving pile on the bed. He moved the sheet and jumped back slightly. Laying there was a beautiful woman with pale blonde hair. On her head was ears that matched, and she was snuggling a rather fluffy tail. “What in the hell?!” he shouted, looking around, “This can̵

3,000 miles. That was the distance that the two had become accustom. Though neither have really noticed since the calls always had their other friends in it. They would laugh and enjoy the jokes. Maybe even have a debate on subjects of interest. This happened for as long as the two have known each other. Everything seemed perfect in that one moment. No awkwardness. No flustered feelings. No having that sudden urge to run because you felt awkward for meeting someone you’ve only known online and only have seen their face once. But things never go as planned.   It was a stream day, so the call was going as Kylie drew. Laughs were shared an

Scout squeaked slightly as the bandage tightened around the wound. “Could ya take it a little easy there doc?” he asked, a slight growl in his voice. “Do you vant it to be infected?” Scout went silent, “Zat’s vat I sought.” Scout grumbled to himself as [Name], the Medic of the team, bandaged his wounds. Due to the gruesomeness of the recent battle, the two teams are having a week vacation. The wounds were so deep that even [Name]’s MediGun couldn’t help. So the Administrator called for the teams to be healed as best they can, and to rest. “Zere. You are all set,” [Name] said.

It was a Ceasefire day. A very rare thing to get at the fort. Everyone was doing their own thing. One specific person was walking around the base. [Name], the female Spy of the team, was wandering the halls with a smile on her face. She was definitely a seductress. The moment she joined the team, all of them were eating out of her hands. She even had the enemy team bending to her whim. But the main reason she joined the team was because their Spy was out on a specified mission for the Administrator. When he returned, she was supposed to leave. The Administrator decided to keep her due to her control over the men. The day Spy returned, the w

[Name] was out in the shooting range, practicing her aim. Today was one of the team’s days off, and she was utilizing her time to perfect her aim. The past few battles have been rough. She still managed to deal some intense damage, but never a completely kill. Her mind would suddenly drift off and head towards some kind of distraction. As a female Sniper of the team, she had to live up to a certain set of standards.   Fwipe! “Damn it,” she muttered out. The arrow missed the bullseye by an inch. She loved her compound bow. So she only uses that, or her Tribalman’s Shiv if an enemy is close enough. She withdrew another