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Monday's image: February 6, 2023

Marvin Lipofsky, China Group 1996 No. 2, Mould-blown glass, cut, sandblasted and acid polished, Publisher: Dalian Glassware Factory, with Master Wong Cheun Yun, 27.9 x 38.1 x 27.9 centimeters, 1996, Montreal Museum of Fine Arts, Canada

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[radnewworld]

In the Shadow of the Tower - 01

Aella and Rolan lay on a blanket in the shadow of the tower. It wasn’t a safe place to be, so far from the village’s walls, but it was one of the few places they could be alone and the setting sun shattered into a million different shades as it passed through the remaining glass of the tower. Despite the beauty of their surroundings, neither felt at ease. Both knew the argument was coming and each was simply waiting for the other to start.

Aella opened her hard-edged mouth, but just as quickly shut it when Rolan stopped rhythmically patting her shell for just a moment. She sighed and rolled from his comforting arms to kneel at the blanket’s edge before facing him. The pain in his eyes showed as readily as she could feel it with her empathic senses. It had to be said though, and she managed to choke the words out, “we can just leave.”

The lad closed his eyes for a breath before using two of his four arms to prop himself up. A colder anger slowly began to replace the pain she’d seen a heartbeat ago. “Sun and Moon, Aella-” she hated when he cursed like that, “- why isn’t this enough? The village is safe. We can marry, have children… Be happy.” He reached out to take her hard, clawed hand, but she pulled it back.

“The future, darling!” She tried to keep her tone stronger than she felt. “We can accomplish more! We can save people, like the two adventurers did when they came here!” Aella gestured towards the road that had been so riddled with bandits until the two strangers had captured their leader. For a bounty, yes, but their intent was still noble. “Just two people, Rolan! And they fixed our problem in less than a week!”

“And you think we can just be like them with no experience?” Rolan shouted in return. “Or would we end up like the six men that father sent out before they arrived?” The whole village had mourned and set out cairns for the lost, but no bodies were beneath the stones. A horrible fate none wished to share.

Aella stood, a dark green flush rising along her neck from shell to chin. “No experience? What good is your squireship then? With all your training under Sir Ueda, can you not stand up to some bandits?”

Rolan recoiled as though struck. “Learning steel is one thing. To face down a dozen armed bandits is another matter all-together! The adventurers had artifacts, Aella! We don’t have that sort of power… Those two are lucky, or cursed, to have the power they have. I’ve seen the graves along the roadsides though; for most that try for that life there is only pain and death.”

“I have seen the future we might share, Rolan,” Aella replied as tears welled in her eyes and all the anger bled from her. “If we stay here, there is no happy ending. No marriage, no children; your family will see to it. Out in the world though? We might have a chance at being together.”

The young man sighed and was at the turtle’s side in a couple of steps, most of his anger gone. He took her into his arms. “Visions, love. You see more than most, but they are fickle. Remember the storm that you were certain would destroy the crops? Nothing more than a summer shower.” He patted her shell in the same way he’d done a hundred times before. “Mother is coming around, and that means father will too.”

She pushed her head against his chest and muttered, “she’ll never accept a daughter of a Steelshell into her house. We’re too lowborn.”

“Patience, love.”

Aella shook her head as vigorously as she could considering her face was planted against Rolan’s chest. “No.” Her voice had steel in it; a tone that her lover knew was a decision she’d made and was fully prepared to be stubborn about. The last time he’d heard it was when she’d decided that her parents’ order to stop seeing that noble softskin wasn’t to be honored. “I’m going to leave. I’m tired of living in a place that lives in a shadow.”

“Wai-wait. You c-”

The turtle pushed herself gently away from Rolan’s suddenly numb fingers to raise her head enough to look into his eyes. She hated seeing the pain in his eyes flare so brutally, but her resolve hardened against it. This was the only way. “I can. I will.” She grasped two of his hands and squeezed. “You can come with me. I don’t do this to force you… I simply can’t live like this any more. You can come with me and we can love, or I have to go and try to heal.”

Rolan was silent for a long moment. Anger, hurt, fear, and a host of other emotions whose names didn’t do them justice flashed through him as a riot of color to Aella’s perception. He tried to speak a couple of times, failed, and then simply tried to implore her with his need for her.

She felt his love, just as readily as his hands on hers; despite all the other feelings, the golden warmth was there and it made her waver for just a moment. Could she leave it all behind? She looked from him back towards the village where even small problems became crises and the petty prejudice of the few equally became nightmares. Her yellow eyes snapped back to Rolan’s green. “Come with me.”

He sighed and relief flooded her as the riotous emotions pouring off of him subsided. Like debris sluicing from a pan, everything that wasn’t gold washed off. “Just… Just promise me we’ll be able to return to visit, okay? Our parents are… Difficult, yes, but it would kill them if we just vanished.”

Aella nodded and squeezed his hands again. “As sure as the setting sun, my love. Go,” she gave him a gentle push, “sleep. In the morning, ready your steel and I’ll saddle Longstridder. If we ride hard, we’ll be in Fairstream before sunset tomorrow.”

“Hope you know what you’re doing, Aella,” Rolan replied as he turned to begin the trudge back home. “It’s dangerous out there.”

She nodded and pulled the blanket from the ground, wrapping it around herself as a shawl. “It is. I’ve seen too many happy times to be scared of it though. As long as we’re together, it’s worth the risk.”

Rolan found he agreed with the sentiment.

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[irrfahrer]

*lies with his head in Ziv's lap*

“Mrhm?”, One of Zivs ears flicked up as if she was a suprised animal and the young woman looked past the datapad down at Poe who had just decided that the Tynnans lap was the best pillow-replacement near him. Carefully shifting her hindpaws to sit more comfortable, Ziv stretched out her legs- a move which made her knees pop like brittle branches and as a answer she huffed quietly. She had been sitting on the bench at the side of the starships storeroom for a while now and while the other travlers sitting between their baggage and boxes of merchandises in the big room had been loud at the beginning of the journey, now most of them had become as quiet as Ziv, with the hours of the Hyperspace Travel floading past them much too slowly like thick syrup. It was the typical effect of such long hyperspace-travels, at first there was the thrill of adventure and loud talks, only for them to eventually die out as the hours ticked by and the silence of space sneaked through the corridors and rooms of the ship like a unwelcome visitor. Hyperspace made eventually everyone a little tense and although Ziv had yet not encountered anyone who had gone mad from Hyperspace- travel like in the stories she had heard from Spacers in the big starports, those travels at least left a tension in everyones guts like a little nagging thought at the back of peoples mind that kept on whispering, whispering, whispering. It was always better to distract oneself from that gnawing realisation that was hyperspace-travel: That one was traveling with a speed so fast through a strange dimension that would rip a body appart in seconds like a piece of flimsi and that the only thing that sepperated oneself from Hyperspace and beeing brutally ripped appart in it was the suddenly very thin appearing wall of the starship that seemed to get thinner at every passing moment until even talking seemed to be possible to break this steelshell and with that throw everyone to be swallowed by this dimension like by an eager, mad mouth.  This would of course never happen, still Zivs voice was a quiet whisper that sounded as loud as thunder in the thick silence hanging between the other travlers in the ships storageroom.

“You alright, Poe?”She lifted a paw and ran her webbed fingers through the mans thick curls as if he was a child, brushing them out of his forehead gently to have a better look at his face. Then her paw ended over his forehead checking for the heat of a fever just to make sure he was alright: “Just tiered, I hope?”

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[terra-magna-living-archive]

Sheep Wolf

Sheep Wolves (also called Steelback Wolves/Shellback Wolves/Steelshell Wolves/Barn Wolves/Lesser Wolves depending on the region you’re from) are a wolf/coyote-like Rahi known for their coats that help them strongly resemble Cloud Sheep in order to hide among said ruminant Rahi. This makes it easy to hunt their prey because the Sheep would have no time to run from the Wolf.

Sheep Wolves are considered pests to Cloud Sheep farmers because they often get away with hunting their Sheep. However, one Po-Matoran farmer named Jethotu (will write a bio later) grew fond of a Sheep Wolf after making a deal to feed it other things than his Sheep. He now uses said Wolf as a shepherd dog.

Sheep Wolves are also called Steelback/Shellback/Steelshell Wolves for self-explanatory reasons, for the fact that they have a steel shell on their back that protects them injuries, even bullets cannot get through them. They may have evolved this trait for being often shot at by farmers or hunters for millennia. Some Matoran biologists say it helps in nature, too, like combat with another Wolf or even prey.

Sheep Wolves either have a pack or no pack at all, which makes them differ significantly from Greater Wolves since Greater Wolves can hardly live without one.

Fun fact: Male Sheepwolves are referred to as Ramwolves (not to be confused with the carnivorous ancestor of Cloud Sheep of the same name) and females are called Ewewolves.

Also, Sheep Wolves are an older species than Greater Wolves because they are more closely related to their common ancestor, the extinct Protocanine (coming soon).Greater Wolves are a descendant of the Cave Wolf (coming soon), which is an extinct descendant of the Protocanine. Like Protocanines, the Sheep Wolf originated in what is now Duanja, but have since dispersed to nearly every continent during the Third Phase.

Lifespan: 10,000-15,000 years

Diet: Omnivorous, (Medium to large ruminant Rahi, Small rodent Rahi, Fowl bird Rahi, and berries).

Habitat: No preferred region

Representative Element: Iron, Ice

Conservation Status: Near Threatened

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[terra-magna-living-archive]

Steelback Hippo

This semiaquatic Steelback Hippo (also called a Shellback or Steelshell Hippo) was given its name for having thick, hard, steel armor on its back.

No Matoran knows for sure why these Hippos developed a steel shell during their evolution. Some speculate it could be used to protect the Hippo from natural enemies from either land or water.

Matoran are also stumped as to why Hippos are able to float in water just fine without being brought down by their thick armor. Matoran zoologists believe it is their fat that keeps them afloat.

Contrary to popular belief, however, Steelback Hippos are actually not very fat, what really takes up most of their weight and causes them to look so big and round is their extremely thick armor.

Steelback Hippos are also known for their odd tendency to secrete a red substance from their bodies. Many non-zoologist Matoran often mistake it for blood, but zoologist Matoran have confirmed that this is indeed a Hippo’s way of keeping itself cool in the hot savannas of Moccoto.

Conservation Status: Vulnerable