The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
While hiding in the bushes under a large tree, the green creature watched with great interest as a human "feeder" assembled his machine to make food. The object was a simple metal box, but from its inside came an aroma that he recognized immediately. Meat sticks.That was one of the few human foods that made him interested enough in learning the human language. And although he could remember its taste and aroma perfectly, he could not remember when was the last time he had eaten one. At that time a memory of a human feeding him appeared in his mind, but it was quickly replaced by another image, and then another, until nothing was left from the initial picture. His memories were a confusing swirl, so he put them aside and continued with his observation.
Soon to observe was not enough, so bored of waiting, Guglin resorted to more aggressive tactics. Using a hoodie too big for him that covered almost all his body he achieved to get close enough despite the sun. And when the human was not watching, he attacked the box fiercely but the shiny surface was immune to his bites . Even his powerful claws were useless against the impervious machine.
Finally, he tried to exchange an object as humans were doing. Despite the "feeder" looked at him with great interest, and even smiled when he saw him completely covered by that strange piece of clothing, he refused to accept his stones, leaves and bright wrappers in exchange for the food. Defeated, he returned to his lair.
With his yellow eyes, he continued observing from the shadows, still protected by the armor of cloth that enveloped him completely and abated his movement capability. He focused on the machine and its operator, but despite that his concentration was absolute, his leer failed to blow up either of them. Disappointed for not having his mother´s abilities, he began to observe again. Without glaring this time. Even when his stomach growled trying to distract him, he managed to concentrate enough to find a human child with one of these meat sticks. At first glance there was nothing special about that human puppy, but Guglin found something interesting in him. He was the first child without an adult nearby and although he was taller than him, he also seemed small enough to become his prey. The idea caused a huge smile on his face that left exposed his dangerously sharp teeth.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Jun 5, 2012 1:43:23 GMT -6
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Gemma liked taking Chase to the park, and Chase in-turn liked accompanying her there. He liked the expanse of fields, the occasional playground, and just being with her. Jorge was working, thus Gemma and Chase were out.
“What are you hungry for?” Gemma asked lightly, ruffling her son’s hair, “Wanna head home for a sandwich? Soup?”
“Mommy, it’s too hot for soup,” Chase chastised, taking a hold of her hand before twining his arms around it.
“You get to decide.”
Chase looked around, his dark blue eyes flitting around the park, before settling on a hot dog cart. It brought back memories of life on the streets, but it also sounded really good. He looked up at Gemma, and inquired, “Could we please get hot dogs?”
“Sure thing,” Gemma agreed, leading the way to the cart.
Ever since her engagement, Chase’s gaze had lingered in a delighted, excited royal blue, only occasionally flickering to its natural teal. He was going to have a whole family again, a mommy and a daddy! Not that Gemma wasn’t enough—no, Miss Gemma was more than he could ever ask for. Just… there were some things that daddies were better for than mommies were. Like… father-son things. You needed a father for father-son things. Chase couldn’t think of any off the top of his head, but he was sure Jorge would do those kinds of things with him.
“Polish dog or hot dog, Chase?” Gemma inquired, as she dealt with the vendor—luckily, it wasn’t one that Chase recognized.
“Polish dog, please,” the nine-year-old answered. Gemma passed his hot dog off to him, once it was served, before announcing that she was going to sit and read. Also, that being said, she told Chase to remain within her line of vision, and within earshot. Chase nodded, and solemnly swore that he would, and set off. He’d find a place to eat, first, and then he’d open the polish dog up for some lunch. Maybe under a tree? And then he’d go hit the playground. Yeah, that sounded good. The nine-year-old mulled along pensively, swinging his arms as he passed the polish dog from one hand to the other, wholly unaware of the mutant that stalked behind him.
The thick bushes that were hiding him were as impenetrable to the eye as the machine had been for his claws minutes ago, since the boy who became his prey passed right in front of him without even noticing the hoodie mobile fortress. A moment later, the small humanoid went through the bush pushing the weak branches with his powerful arms blazing a path where once had been a solid wall of branches. And once he was in the other side, Guglin began to follow the child. The task that for any other biped creature would have been extremely easy for the little humanoid was becoming quite a challenge, since the clothes he was wearing were too large and threatened to trip him at every turn.
His feet moved unsure as if he was walking on a thin thread hanging over a cliff. The mutant advanced slowly, putting one foot before the other with great care and attention until he succeeded in reaching a reasonable speed and stability. Whenever he was about to fall, he began a comic dance in which he used his hands as counterweights until he could regain the balance.
Like the first time he had ventured out of the shadows to bite the machine, many people in the park were staring at him. Those who were closer could see his round head with yellow eyes peering under the hood while the more distant observers wondered what was inside of the hoodie.
He soon found himself walking alongside the human cub that was immersed in his human problems and did not seem to notice the presence of the green creature. Despite his weak sense of smell, once he was close enough, it was almost impossible to ignore the scent that extended from the human´s hands. It was the scent of glory mixed with the thrill of the hunt, and the taste of blood in his mouth after a very intense fight. It was all the scents he loved. For a moment he forgot that he was wrapped in clothes, and tried to run for the loot. Sadly he did not even managed to take a second step, he tripped on the clothes that were long as a dress. The world began to spin until all forms were mixed into one. The land exchanged places with the sky several times while he was unable to stop the momentum. His body rolled until he finally hit something solid. The boy.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Jun 8, 2012 23:14:23 GMT -6
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Chase ceased tossing his hotdog from hand-to-hand, catching it in his left hand and holding it still, ready to peel it with the right. Yet, as he strolled along, he began to notice that he was eliciting stares. People were staring at him, and Chase looked down at himself, wondering if he was unshifting. Perhaps someone like Miss Gemma was nearby…? But no, Chase saw that he still looked human, which meant that the people weren’t looking at him. Chase lifted his gaze again—it certainly looked as though they were staring at him. Chase shrugged, and kept walking.
However observant the child was, he didn’t notice the hoodie that was scampering after him, and subsequently toppled over, until it rolled gracelessly into the back of his leg. Chase’s leg wobbled in response, and danced out of the way, expecting to find a small dog behind him.
Instead, he found a balled-up hoodie. Chase arched an eyebrow, looking around. No one seemed to be missing it. Chase leaned over to pick it up, perhaps return the jacket to its owner, but as his hands drew closer, Chase saw something strange. It was moving.
And not a movement nostalgic of breeze or any such thing—it was moving as if something was under it. Chase, being the curious nine-year-old that he was, did what any inquiring young mind would do, he started to lift the hood of the sweater, to get a peek at what was within.
Even when something solid had stopped his spinning, Gug was still feeling his head bouncing wildly, as if he was still immersed in the diabolical swirl. Still when he managed to gather all his courage, he stood again, just to fall heavily on his knees unable to overcome the dizziness. Inside her long armor it was so dark that it was almost impossible to guess where was supposed to be the sky or the ground, so after a second failed attempt, the little beast stopped trying to stay kneeling in his armor.
When he was still trying to find the flaw in his plan, the green humanoid came to the conclusion that at some point between his silent stalking and the well executed offensive maneuver, the human child had detected him and had counter attacked without mercy. Somehow his great hunting skills had failed, since he was the one laying on the floor.
Since inside his stronghold he was protected from the evil rays of the sun, the little mutant could lay there for hours. Or at least until he could regain his spacial ability to walk again properly. But a strange hand was willing to ruin his plans of laziness. The small humanoid found someone trying to steal his only protection from the sun, so he executed a quick slap to the intruder hand with his own extremity still hidden in the middle of the sleeve. At the same time, he grabbed the hood with the other, to avoid his helm from being removed.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Jun 13, 2012 22:56:13 GMT -6
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As Chase lifted the hood, whatever-it-was sprung back to life, leaping to its feet and smacking at Chase’s hand sharply.
“Ow!” Chase gasped, recoiling as he stared at the cruel hooded sweatshirt with accusation in his eyes. The mean hooded sweatshirt, all the while, pulled the hood over its own eyes. He was more surprised than wounded, but the first utterance that had passed his lips was that of pain.
“What was that for?!” Chase complained, toeing at the hoodie with his shoe. It wasn’t a sharp kick, just a nudge, as if to push the thing away from him, “You didn’t have to hit me! Evil jacket!”
Chase unpeeled his hot dog and took a bite, surveying the sweatshirt before him. It shouldn’t have run into him if it didn’t want to get its hood lifted.
“How rude,” the child murmured, taking another bite of the unadorned hot dog. Maybe he’d just stand there staring at the hoodie instead of finding an actual seat. It was a rather interesting thing.
When he stood to hit the child, Gug transformed the piece of cloth which hid him into something alive. The long sleeves were lifted in an instant like weird tentacles while his body gained mass. One arm moved directly toward the hand of the enemy, making that particular five finger extremity to move away, while the other sleeve was elevated to his face to accommodate his hood in an attempt to avoid the lethal sunlight. Now that he was standing, as tall as he was, his faithful light armor achieved to emphasize his body enough to show that inside resided a minimally human creature. A round head stuffed the cowl, while a thin chest with two arms tried to fill a space too big for them.
Since the hood covered his eyes, Guglin could not see much of anything. The objects had become shadows against a background full of light that filtered through the fabric while the sounds had suffered a considerable reduction. Still, with his ears pressed to his face by the weight of his helmet, the creature managed to hear the irrelevant question of the child and immediately after, perhaps as punishment for his silence, he received a kick. The blow was so weak that the little goblin almost laughed aloud but he managed to control the feeling in time, changing what would have been a raucous laugh into a growl of disapproval.
Tired of being deprived of his most important sense, the little monster raised his hood revealing his rare eyes made of liquid gold. The bright mineral was stained with red for a moment when the light changed, to return to its natural color moments later.
His strange yellow eyes found his goal at the exact moment when the boy gave it a savage bite that he should have executed. Knowing that the more he waits, the less food he would obtain, the little mutant ran the few steps that separated them and jumped toward his knees, clutching tightly to his clothes. His arms were still trapped in the sleeves of his armor, so all the interactions of his fingers were intercepted by the cloth, which acted as a protective shield and also as a restraining force. But still he achieved to catch the child's clothing with enough force to hug his legs like an ugly bald koala. Releasing one hand, he attempted to reach the hot dog, but it was not enough. He had to climb higher.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Jun 19, 2012 13:58:02 GMT -6
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The jacket lunged into action and, as it swiped at Chase, Chase began to question his fanciful allegations from before. When he had lightly toed the sweater and demanded what its problem was, it gave a growling, menacing chuckle. There was something within the hoodie. Something that was not as magical as the child had previously believed.
Unease rippled down Chase’s spine, before turning into a cold fear as amber eyes fixed upon him, and his meal. Chase took a step back, but did so a moment too late. The golden-eyed creature ran and leapt, fastening onto the childs’ knees. He was not wearing long pants, but rather cargo shorts, taloned hands digging through the sleeves of the hoodie and into his pale flesh. Chase yelped, and stumbled back in an attempt to flee, but his legs were restrained by the golden-eyed thing.
“Get off of me!” the child commanded shrilly, “Get off!”
Some concerned bystanders heard the cries and turned to watch the battle, perhaps expecting some sort of kidnapping taking place, but when they saw that Chase’s attacker was a coat, they chuckled and glanced away. It was the antics of a child, not any real cause for concern—the silly boy had to be pretending to be getting attacked by his own jacket.
Noticing that no adults were about to intervene, Chase tried to step free of the vile thing, without avail. His squirming and frenzied attempt to free himself, coupled with the demon-jackets attempt to scramble higher, brought the child down. Chase landed on his bony rump, the fall causing a sharp, sore twinge but breaking nothing. Now that Chase had toppled over, it would be easier for the creature to get him, which made Chase fight even more. The hot dog had been uninjured in the fall and, believing that this nightmarish creature was going to attack him, as if it were a rabid dog in search of food, Chase began to kick and flail with renewed motivation.
At the precise moment he stretched his arm, his feet lost their grip turning his body into a devilish little pendulum that tilted out of control when the child attempted to get free. The irregular and unpredictable motion weaken the force of his hand enough that he was about to fall, but thanks to his agility and the experience with trees, the little goblin achieved to grasp his clothes again with the free hand, pulling harder in an attempt to climb higher.
Soon the little mutant started to consider the remote possibility that humans were not made to be climbed. The fact that the child was fiercely defending himself was one of the biggest hints, but the confirmation of his suspicions only came when the cub could not resist his tiny weight and fell hard against the pavement.
The verticality Guglin was fighting disappeared quickly when the world rotated its position, but even now that the child was lying horizontally, the goblin had to grab tightly to his clothes to avoid being thrown away by the boy´s struggle. The boy squirmed as if he had no bone in his thin body without using any kind of defensive technique and not relying on a plan but he did so with such force that achieved to make the green goblin roll to his right.
The fabric that enveloped his body did nothing to stop the impact with the ground, nor to absorb the multiple blows received when he rolled but still Guglin stood once again. It was at that moment the little creature had enough time to feel the pain that extended through his body, where hundreds of sore spots produced by the fall and the fight pulsed at random. Far from being bothered, these uncomfortable feelings only managed to heighten the flavor of the food that he was about to steal.
Standing in front of his enemy, Guglin came to the conclusion that the boy, though inexperienced in battle, had proved a worthy adversary. And that just meant that he needed to overcome him before he could savor that glorious meat that had been converted by some strange magic in a stick.
Still smiling with his peculiar wicked smile, the little goblin began to run. His hands picked up his tunic so his feet could move more freely. Soon his steps became a fierce charge that provided him with the momentum necessary to execute that dangerous wrestling movement. Gug jumped as high as he could and once he was in the air, he extended his limbs forming a deadly star that would fall on the boy. If he had aimed successfully.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Jun 23, 2012 1:50:02 GMT -6
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For a brief moment, Chase had believed that he’d been victorious—that all the squirming and flailing on his part had perhaps earned him freedom from the hold of the cruel, vicious goblin that had twined itself around his legs and was trying to scale them, for some obscene reason. The hoodie-enshrouded goblin stood straight, its eyes surveying Chase. Chase sat up hesitantly, hastily wrapping his lunch before tucking it into his pocket.
Chase held his breath as the thing appeared to retreat. Just like that…? Chase breathed, his brow furrowing. Why had the thing attacked him, if only to run away. But soon, the thing turned and began running back, before leaping towards Chase. It was time to run, and time to run now. The thing spread its arms, yet in mid-pounce, Chase was scrambling to his feet. The goblin did not wholly hit the pavement, its compact body colliding with Chases’ lower legs, but Chase managed to scramble free. After his legs were free, Chase did what any rational child would.
“Mo-o-o-o-om!” Chase yelped, “Mom, this sweater’s trying to kill me!”
Yet he hadn’t gotten rid of the thing yet. It was still there. So, rather than run for his mother, Chase opted for more uneven ground. He bolted onto the lawn and headed for the trees. The sweatshirt was small—maybe he could scale a tree and escape it? That sounded like his best bet—Chase ran for the wooded area, and promptly began scanning the trees for one that he could attempt to climb.
Even before he hit the ground, his mind knew he had failed and it also knew the intensity of the physical pain he would feel, that strong imaginary pain transformed his face into a mask of pure affliction. The abstract ache soon found his twin when his physical body ferociously hit the ground, his lower body received the most of the damage on the impact with the concrete while his upper body was cushioned by the child's legs that although softer than the ground, managed to steal another cry of pain when his bone stabbed him under his ribs.
The blow to his stomach almost let him without air while the pain in his legs expanded rapidly, even then the small Guglin tried to climb higher. His enemy was now sitting, almost at his height, but his hopes of reaching his pockets ended when the child suddenly connected a hit directly to the monster's upper lip with one of his knees.
The blow that cut his lip was so unexpected that the little goblin withdrawn instinctively before realizing what he was doing, when he reduced the strength in his claws for just a moment the boy take that opportunity to get rid of him. Cursing silently, the little monster got up with difficulty bringing to his muscles a sharp pain with every movement. He stood there for a moment, gathering strength, then run toward the trees.
A moment later the creature penetrated into the forest with his liquid gold eyes sparkling with rage and his sharp teeth stained with fresh blood. The red liquid dripping from his green chin.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Jun 26, 2012 11:19:23 GMT -6
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In his scrambling, Chase might have kneed his attacker in the face. Possibly. But it was that unintentional blow that gave Chase the opportunity to make a break for it. It also ticked the little monster off considerably, but Chase didn’t stick around long enough to figure this out. He sprinted as fast as his little legs would cary him and went straight for the treeline, slipping into the densely wooded area.
With a glance over his shoulder, the child saw that the demon in the oversized hoodie was hot upon his heels, so he would have to make his escape as quickly as possible. Chase lifted his gaze towards the tree canopies, looking for a branch that would be just within his reach, but just out of the other creature’s reach. He spied one particularly gnarled tree, most of its branches about six feet up from the ground, yet a knot of wood existing halfway up its trunk. Chase ran towards the tree, and with the agility of a child his age, tucked his tiny foot into the knot and pushed himself upwards, catching the branch in his hand. Once he had a hold of the branch with both hands, Chase hoisted himself up. The tree was structured in such a way that the branches formed a small bowl where they met, thus Chase could duck down and hide.
A small form ran to where Chase had been standing moments earlier, and it donned the familiar hoodie. Chase sank closer to the tree, holding his breath. Perhaps if he was quiet, the thing would forget about him and carry on elsewhere.
Once he reached the protection of the generous trees, the small humanoid dissapeared inside the giant garment. First his head, then his arms until he escaped from his prison. A green wiry body emerged from the piece of cloth, green as the grass. He was naked but for a pair of pants that were too big for him. Under closer inspection the pants showed several bite marks that evidenced he had cut the legs in a clumsy attempt to resize it for his tiny body. Guglin stretched, then wiped the blood from his lips and chin with his shirt, after the task was done he dropped it on the grass, forgetting the faithful object and all the things it had done for him.
His yellow eyes jumped between all the elements of the landscape, searching for the boy but finding nothing. His ears pricked, to move later in an attempt to find some source of sound, but everything was wrapped in a supernatural silence as if her had traveled between worlds. His little nose proved to be as useless as his other senses. No matter how he tried, no smell came to him.
As with most problems, Guglin came to the simple conclusion that he needed more height. All the problems seemed to solved if one could be tall enough. Now that nothing restricted his movements, his feet soon took him to the nearest tree without stumbling even once. It was a old tree and strong, despite it was not one of the tallest or one of the trees that offered more protection, it was exactly what he needed. The tree was small enough to be below the tops of the other trees, thus avoiding the sun, but it was elevated enough to be able to increase his visual field exponentially. His sharp claws penetrated the thick bark with ease, giving him the ability to climb in short jumps. Just like a bear. Bald and green. But a bear just the same.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Jun 29, 2012 14:38:15 GMT -6
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As the creature slipped into the shadows, the hoodie collapsed upon itself. For a few heartbeats, there was some minor squirming, the small form reduced to a squiggling ball, before a small creature emerged. Its skin was a mottled, earthy green, and its eyes were round and golden. A gasp exacped the child, but he muffled the sound of alarm with his free hand. It was... a monster...
Now, logically, Chase should have guessed that it was a mutant, first and foremost, but he'd never seen one so small. And it looked so scary, particularly with the blood upon its maw. Chase hunched down lower, his eyes wide with terror. The thing turned towards a tree, scruitinizing it with his gaze.
The tiny monster bolted towards another tree and scrabbled up it with ease, claws curling into the treebark. Chase tensed. It was going to see him... he had to hide! He had to... had to get behind something! He was stuck, and if he moved, he'd be found. Chase cringed, anxious thoughts wheeling through his head-- it didn't dawn on him to shapeshift, but he did contemplate other means of escape. Maybe... if he waited for the thing to get all the way up the tree, and then bolted again...? Surely it would take the thing longer to descend down the tree since it was so small, and Chase could just jump down before bolting. He could gain some real ground doing that.
The child watched as the green monster scaled the tree, ascending higher and higher. Nerves nearly compelled him to jump prematurely, but Chase resisted. He had to be finished scaling the trunk. The child exhaled slowly, waiting for the creature to turn around, and... there! Chase rose from his hiding spot and, rather than climb down slowly, the child did jump down. He landed on all fours, and quickly broke into a run, his little legs propelling him away from the creature. Faster, faster-- gotta get to mom, gotta show her the demon hoodie that was attacking me. Yes, even though the creature had removed it's hooded sweatshirt, Chase still thought of it as the demon hoodie.
The claws of his four limbs clung to each little crevasse with familiarity making his ascent much easier than it had been to climb the child. With the combination of his light weight with his sharp nails, Gug quickly reached a small depression in the tree from which arise most of the upper branches of the leafy crown. The natural shelter was enclosed by leaves forming an intricate maze of branches in where was easy to get lost. It was then that without any kind of warning, the boy appeared on a nearby tree. Then the blurred image suddenly disappeared when the boy jumped to the ground producing a loud landing after which the child begins to run.
From the top of the tree Guglin watched perplexed at the child's suicidal behavior. A quick glance was all he needed to know that he would not escape unscathed from the fall, so the green creature retreated to the exact point from his ascension. From there, he slips down the thick trunk with caution making the task take longer than it ought to be. Although his claws had previously drilled holes where he could hold his weight, it was difficult to find every one and even harder to do it quickly.
When he finally reached a safe height from which he could jump, the child had already obtained a considerable advantage, so in a desperate action Guglin dropped in a clumsy and awkward movement that ended with a new impact with the ground. The pain spread from his legs to his little body, shaking his bones and muscles equally as if it were a small earthquake. Still cursing his sore knees and the annoying tingling in both feet, the creature achieved to command his body to run. Each step bring pain to his body again, reminding him of each blow he had received but still he continued running in the general direction of his prey without flinching even once.