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Hot sands swirled around her on the desert breeze, its mournful cry sharp and clear like the burning sparks above. Not a soul stirred in the featureless desert, broken only by the sage, the cactus or the red rock. One by one the sparks grew stronger as if twilight strengthened into darkness though the world did not change, remaining dim save for her immediate presence. The coyote, wandering singly in search of food, occasionally gave voice to his concern for his family, who answered him with confident shouts of their own, filling the night with stanza and bar of their melody. Others, too, passed by on business of their own: a hare looked for tender greens alongside an armored tortoise for cactus, bats flocked in the night to search out flowers to drink while the desert wolf slunk in the shadows for the unwary. In the sand between her front hooves a black scorpion appeared, leaving its burrow below. Without knowing why, she stooped and picked him up. In her hand he showed no fear or

Zmetria recalls just who made her, and why. Born into a twisted alliance between the Nazis and a malevolent defector known as the Rat King, Zmetria's early life was marked by abduction, manipulation, and the unspeakable horrors that unfolded in the hidden depths beneath St. Petersburg. A child prodigy kidnapped and molded by the Rat King, Zmetria Klondashki's brilliant mind in biology and chemistry became an instrument of cruelty during the prelude to World War II. Tasked by the Nazis, she conducted some of the most heinous experiments on war prisoners, leaving an indelible mark on the annals of human suffering. From the the Rat King's subterranean sewer shadows, where kidnapped children were subjected to mind-altering experiments, honing their skills in various disciplines with the intent of transforming them into the Rat King's personal army, Zmetria rose as the worst of that legacy. Music: Resident Evil Outbreak main theme Based on the 'Zmetria Klondashki' character by

Peggy stood on the edge of the clearing between the Centaur Holding and Storyweaver Manor watching the little ones play while she took a break from her work. It was a sight that would probably have reduced most people to screaming, the fact that human and centaur children were playing together. There was admittedly a danger to the two-legged little one, although the ones with four legs seemed to be aware of the fact that they couldn’t see their friend very well from certain angles and that hooves were dangerous. Despite the danger, the human child ran with their four-legged companions barefooted and seemingly carefree, although Peggy did notice that they would become louder if they were behind their friends, as if warning them not to kick up their heels. The human child seemed determined to race the centaurs and was doing an impressive job keeping up with his hooved friends. The child’s wild straw-colored hair was the texture of his father’s but closer to his mother’s color. He ran