Minecraft: To the end! IC

[Roseora]

Ro yawned, rolling over and wincing when she stubbed her shoulder on a rock. She opened her eyes... Where was she? She sat up groggily.... Oh yeah, shed just found a new server to check out.

She looked around, seeing the huge tree that towered up in the sky. "Wow. Must have taken a long, long time to build." She mumbled as she stood up, dusting the dirt off of herself before she started to punch the tree.

May as well get a quik shelter before it got dark. Nobody has claimed it, so she quikly crafted a table and chest, placing them both at the back of her little hollow. She stuffed a heap of dirt over the entrance before venturing out to try and find some food, useful materials or, well, anything really.

[Cystile]

MoonFang's pack had just settled down after a long hunt. Nothing seemed to spawn in their territory anymore. The small pack, only four members, had finally managed to kill enough food for everyone. They had a pig that could feed three and a chicken to feed one. Being the alpha, MoonFang got first picks. She tears into the pig, growling pleasantly. Once she's had her share she let's the rest of the pack eat. She walks a 6 blocks away and watches over the group, making sure no fights break out. WhitePaws and LongEar get the other two drops from the pig and GreenEye takes the chicken. WhitePaws is the youngest member of the pack, she got her name from the color of her paws that have now darkened to a lighter gray. LongEar has strangely long ears, hence his name. GreenEye got his name because he likes to look at the grass and WhitePaws keeps telling him that he's going to get green eyes if he stares at it too long.

Now that the pack is fed MoonFang, a she-wolf with long fangs that shine like the moon, barks to get the pack ready for a patrol. They owned a small territory, but it had a large tree in it which was how the pack got it's name. The Great Tree Pack. Near them was The Wide River Pack and The Deep Ravine Pack. Both of those packs were rather large and The Great Tree Pack had to patrol their borders daily to make sure no other wolves had trespassed. MoonFang despised trespassers and the last wolf that trespassed nearly met it's end. MoonFang isn't the gentlest leader around. She separates her pack into two groups. WhitePaws and LongEar were going to patrol the area near The Wide River Packs land while her and GreenEye were going to patrol the side near the tree that their pack was named for, where The Deep Ravines pack owns land nearby.

It had been five minutes before MoonFang growled to GreenEye, "Stay low. I smell a player.". The alpha gets low to the ground and cautiously inches her way towards the great tree. There was a hole in it! Filthy players. With her tail she gives the "all clear" signal, noticing no player was inside the hollow. Once GreenEye is next to her she barks for him to patrol alone. She was going to find this player and see just what they were doing on her territory. GreenEye obeys his leaders command and shoots off into the forest, running for the border. They had wasted time checking out the tree.

She found the player. It wasn't too far from the tree, lucky for MoonFang. Stalking it from the shadows the she-wolf watches the players every move with shining amber eyes. Unforgivable! Filthy players. MoonFang hated them. She jumps as she walks straight into an oak tree. Her surprised yip would surely alert the player! MoonFang stood still, shocked and helpless as she waits for the players reaction.

[Inkisdorian]

Larry woke up as usual, in his corresponding spawn box. The little cage with fire was the only light in the cave he despised so much. It was cold, dark, and full of spider which where never in a good mood, for some reason. He came out with a big internal smile, since his face design didnt allow a literal one (Seriously, who came up with such a depressive design?) stretched his little feet, and off he went.
The cave was infested with spiders, lava, and an occasional skelly. "Poor bastards he who ends up down here" He thought to himself. A turn to the left, a turn to the right, a little jump here, and he would find himself soon enough in the desert.
That one he loved. Home to his beloved sculptures, warm, and devoid of life, just as he liked. He jumped over a small puddle of lava (how he hated those!) and climbed a stone staircase and the blinding light of he sun blinded him at the end of the tunnel. He blinked the initial dazzling off and stepped out of the cave. He inhaled the hot desert air with an (internal, again) smile. He was a thome.
The hot sand crackled under his feet ass he made his way towards the middle of the desert. Dunes of sand cubes rose everywhere and a white pixel-sun shone bright in the sky.
It was a long way until the plain where he kept his masterpieces, but he was in no ruch. As it was day, there were no zombies or skeletons to bother him. There were only spiders which, unlike their cave cousins, kept to themsleves and where nice enough.
The thing he liked the most about the desert was the lack of players. Mort of them sticked in the valleys, the villages, the plains or the forests. Who would be crazy enough to build in this resourceless, scorched, and dangerous land?
Not that he didnt like players. They didnt bother him at all, but the last thing he needed was someone shooting at him just to get some gunpowder. Couldnt them get their own? Besides, if ever he ecountered one, he would be forced to kill him. Again, not that he had anything against him, it was just the way he was programmed. And the last thing he needed was to go all "SSSSSSS!" and blow up. Whose terrible idea was it anyway? What a lousy defense mecanism! He still remembered his poor body frank. His pixels where scattered in a six level deep hole...
He finally arrived at the plain. Little mounds of sand were scattered all over the place. Some where just block piled up vertically, others horizontally, and some others had no definite shape. But to him they were "Lighting strike" ,"Autumn Desire" and his favorite ,"Crafting Herobrine"
But what had happened to "Summer Lovers"?! It had disappeared! Banished into thin air! And what was that? "Wolf of the mountain" now had three extra blocks on top of his head! His masterpieces where ruined!
What kind of wicked being couldve done this? It was outrageous! Insulting! A deliberate attack against his person!
Oh he knew who had done it... The Endermen!
Those purple-eyed idiots never liked his job, and mocked him constantly for it. "Creeper dont pick up blocks!" "Dont be ridiculous, youre made to blow up, not to pile sand!" "What are those things supposed to be anyway?"
And know, they vandalized his art in the middle of the night! He hissed in anger and cried green tears, which evaporated in the hot desert ground. Lost! All his hard work was lost!
He shook the tears away and reassured himself. "Everything A-Ok! I just need to fix this! Better get to work if Im to finish before night time"
And so, pushing the blocks with his head and biting them with his mouth, kicking them around, and dragging them, he worked under the hot desert mid-day sun.

[Roseora]

Ro stopped dead in her tracks when she heard the yelp. She turned round, glancing ofer to the bushes.
"Hey there little guy." She said, unsurprised to see a wolf there, looking almost scared.
"I wont bother you..." She said, holding her hands up passivly. Shed always had a soft spot for animals. Yeah, she ate them, and wore them, but she also cared about them. She turned back round and continued walking, noticing an apple on the ground, she picked it up and took a bite.

A cool breeze was blowing through the forested area, and Ro hivered slightly. Good thing it wasnt a snowy mountain biome. Then shed be stuffed. She picked up her poorly crafted wooden pick, a little stone might come in handy. She could build a furnace, and some better tools. She glanced back over her shoulder to see where the wolf had gone. Had she been following her?

She dropped her pick and ran off excitedly when she caught sught of a desert biome- there she could just see a puddle with some sugarcane! This was great! She could get some paper, start drawing maps, sketches of things she saw.... She loved paper. The possibilities were endless! She hopped over some wierdly placed sand blocks on her way, almost knocking some over as she sprinted towards the sugarcanes.

[Cystile]

The she-wolf had no idea what this player was saying. It seemed to be no threat, but it still messed with her tree. MoonFang followed the player up to the edge of the desert. This is where her territory ended! She couldn't go into no-wolf's-land! The Deep Ravine Pack had territory near here! The player crossed over! What was it doing?!? She chases after the player fool. On top of one of the strange sand mounds she spots a creeper. This was trouble. She stays as far away from the creeper as she can while still chasing the player. (Fun fact! Wolves will not attack a creeper and sometimes tend to avoid them. Dogs won't even attack them even if the creeper hurt their owners!) MoonFang spots what the player was after. Sugarcane! Why would the player want that? She catches up to the player and barks a warning at it. They were very close to Deep Ravine Territory.

[Arcus]

Lizzie and her spiders had somehow ended up in the desert. Not that she really cared, her youngest spiders were playing by the water in the oasis. The others were just wondering a thing she didn't really mind, knowing they wouldn't go very far. But even the youngest spiders had saddles on them, though they needed to betrained before theh ccould be ridden, something most skeletons didn't have the patience for that. But unlike most she actually enjoys doing that. But since she didn't know anything about where they were currently.

She rode her oldest and most dependable spider, who she called dusk, since he wasn't black but a kind of purplish color. It wasn't long before she saw a creeper messing sand, she blinked well that was an unusual sight to say the least. So dusk walked up to the creeper, noticing an extra black pixel on his back. So asked, "what are you doing creeper?" She had a actually bad habit of calling something by what it was when she didn't know its name.

Dusk just blinked at the creeper with an uncaring glare at the creeper, though it couldn't really have any softer of a look on its face

[Inkisdorian]

Larry pushed a block from one of the dunes with his head and placed it into his latest crafting. "Wolf in the Moonlight" He would call it. Yeah that was a great name, for a freat masterpiece he gave himself a figurative pat in the back (the lack of armas was an annoying issue!) and contemplated his new sculpture.
"What are you doing creeper?"
"O Hello, Skelly! Not much, just making a new sculpture... Like it? I was thinking of naming it "Wolf in the moonlight" How about that?
By the way, my name is Crepper #451, but you can call me larry!" He put forward an imaginary hand, for a figurative handshake (He knew the skelly couldnt see it, but it made him feel secure anyway)
The sun was now lower in the sky, but there were sitll a few hourse left before night time. He wondered if there was time for another sculpture. Nah, the fixing of his past works and the making of a new one had left him exhausted and had leaked his creativity dry. That would have to wait until the morning. Maybe he would go rest by the little puddle he had. Yes, it was a good idea. He liked the puddle! There were no annoying squids, and he enjoyed the sweet sound of the wind as it howld when passing through the sugarcanes.
"Nice spider! Im gonna catch a break by the puddle, wanna come?"
The skelly seemed nice enough to invite. Skelly were usually rude to him, but this one seemed nice enough.
It was not far away, and he had mor than enough time in his hands to spare. So off he went.
He maenuvered through the cacti, which where incredibly abundant in his desert.
As he moved across the desert and philozophized about wheter cacti where trees or plants, he tripped over something and fell face first into the sand. He wriggled and struggle to stand up, spit some sand, and shook his head to shake off the one that was still on him.
"What the-" A lonely block of sand laid on the floor, pointlessly in the middle of his path. What could this be? He looked around, to fin more of these. Who couldve done such a preposterous thing? He maneuvered throught the sand only to fin a somewhat familiar pile of blocks. Could this be? Yes it was! But it was missing pieces! "Desert sun" had been ruthlessly vandalized! And not to far away, "The skelly rider" laid in pieces!
Did the endermen strike mercillesly all of his work?? No, this rampage couldnt be work of the purple eyed idiots, it was far too chaotic.
He pondered of who couldve done this when he heard a nosie, coming from, nowhere els than, the puddle! Someone was disturbing his puddle! And he could bet that someone was the same who did this to his beloved statues. He ran as fast as he could (which wasnt a lot) to source of the sound.
A player! Wearing green, it made herself (he guessed it was a female, since he wasnt very sure about Player anatomy) very obvius against the clear color of th desert floor Great, just what he needed, some jerk mining his stuff and arrogantly thinking that he owned this land. Oh no, not today!
"Hey! You! Yes you! Get out of my puddle! Look at what you did to my sculptures! Come here and fight like a man! How would you ike i came to your house and crashe your stuff huh? Do you know how much it takes me to do this? Do you have any idea?" He continued ranting at the player, but, since humans did not speak the mysterious language of the creepers, all that came out of his mouth was a loud and continued "SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"

[Cystile]

The hissing of a creeper. It was too late! Using all her might, MoonFang presses her body against PlayerFool's, trying to move it away from the angry creeper. While she tries to move PlayerFool she growls at the creeper. PlayerFool couldn't die at the explosion of a creeper! She had to feel the pain of MoonFangs fangs for messing with her Great Tree! Her growl wasn't any regular defensive growl. This one carried a message on it. "Don't you dare blow up, SandCreeper!". Most mobs could understand what wolves were saying as their language was the simplest of them all. They only had a few phrases as well. Body language was also easy to read, and it was a big part of wolf speak. SandCreeper probably couldn't understand his name that MoonFang had given him, but it didn't matter. What mattered was getting PlayerFool away.

(Ro won't be called PlayerFool forever, just until she earns a permanent name from MoonFang...



But Larry might stay SandCreeper.)

[Arcus]

Lizzie gave what she liked to be called to Larry, as well as what she called the spider she was riding. When Larry asked if she wanted to come to the puddle, she shrugged. "Sure why not? I have a couple more hours before the sun sets and I have to get back to my other spiders." Following Larry though her and dusk moved a little slower, since they didn't want to disturb any of the creepers creations.

Lizzie was confused at first about why the creeper was yelling angrily, but once she and her spider got to the top of the hill. She spotted the player, drawing her bow. She agreed with the wolf though for different reasons. So started shooting her arrows at the player, "don't worry Larry. Your creations will be avenged," she said, not wanting the creeper to get to close and blow up.

[Inkisdorian]

When the wolf came, growling and snarling towards him, chaos unleahsed. Lizzie at his side, with an arrow and a bow, shooting at the player, The Wolf, barking threats at him, player staring in confusion, and poor larry, startled by the sudden threat, falling, landing on his back and waving his little feet hopelessly trying to get up. Having no arms REALLY sucked at this moment.
It all happenned in a matter of seconds, but with his little black eyes, he was able to capture the strange majestuosity of the moment, even immersed in a whirlwind of confusion.
The Player, the anatomy of the cubic human being, a beautiful engineering machine. It had two arms, the perfect quantity! It resembled a lot the zombies he had met (not really talkers, unless you were an eminence in the topic of brain eating) but with one little diference. They could think! That crafty little monkey had made a table, and a pickaxe! What a wonderful creature.
And Lizzie, his new friend. Could he call her that? (again, just guessing. How could you tell if a skeleton was a girl?) He was new in that concept. He liked to imgaine everyone was his friend,that everyone liked him, but still, the rest of the people seemed so apathic. Endermen hated him, spiders were either two dumb to talk, or to mean to do so, and zombies only converstaion topic was "Guuuuurgh". He had Creeper friends once but that didnt end up well. Lets just say his friend was now a big hole in the ground. And yet, here she was, defending his beloved artpieces for him, while he hissed helplessly. Could that be a friend?
Oh and the wolf! Its majestec pixel shining in the sun! It was just what he needed t make a more detailed sculpture, an example!. If he survived this he was going to remake "Wolf in the moonlight", that if he didnt turn into a giant crater.
As he fell helpelessly to the ground, wiggling his four feet patheticly, the hissing stopped. Catastrophe aborted! It was shameful now to think he was that near to follow his friend Frank into the afterlife.
So there he stayed, struggling like a turtle.