Species: Neko-Human snow-leopard
Age: 12
Tag’s best friends are Dieter, a German Shepherd Hunde, and Jaak, another Neko-Human snow-leopard. He has a strong emotional bond with both Jaak and Dieter; however, he shares a slightly deeper bond with Dieter.
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Species: Neko-Human, snow-leopard
Age: 13
Jaak goes to live with his father Altai, a mine engineer, in the remote valley region of Cyanos following the sudden death of his mother in a car accident. He initially struggles to adapt to the much simpler lifestyle and surroundings he finds himself in.
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In naval parlance, battle short is the practice of overriding protective fuses during combat so critical systems keep running, even if that increases the risk of damage. It’s a calculated compromise — the risk to a single component weighed against the risk to the entire ship.
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On the Eight by Four Railway — with extensions — early morning mist curled around the sleepy steam engines and mingled with the first wisps of steam as the firemen coaxed their fires into life for a new day’s work.
One by one, the engines gently woke on their sidings at Caerphilly Yard, their boilers bubbling as they stirred from sleep.
Pickle, a small green tank engine with a bright brass dome, yawned a cloud of steam. Today was his first day pulling the milk tankers to the Cheese and Gate Creamery, and his wheels quivered with excitement.
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Sunlight gleamed on the rails of Ddraig Goch station, polished by the passing of countless wheels. Two engines stood side by side, looking very important.
One was Mallard, an A4 class engine, large, proud and blue. His streamlined casing and nameplates shone and sparkled in the bright morning sky. From buffer to buffer he stood eager and ready at the station, steam drifting from his valves in impatient sighs.
Beside him stood King Edward VIII, a hardworking King class engine painted a deep, dignified green. He was broader and heavier, built for strength, and his brass snifting valve glowed warmly in the morning sun. He too was ready to start the day’s work.
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It was still dark when Grandma Bella roused the boys for an early breakfast. It was the best one yet, a full cooked breakfast, bacon, eggs, hashbrowns, sausage, beans, mushrooms and tomato. There was also a huge stack of toast, just in case anyone was still a bit hungry.
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Charlie: I can see them! – they’re coming back, and there’s some… some… um…
Charlie, who had never seen a Hunde before, couldn’t quite comprehend what he was seeing.
…some people with them, well I think they’re people – um – they look like, wow! They look like dogs – but they are walking like people!
After several hours of undisturbed sleep, Raven stirred, waking with a start. Pitch black surrounded him, and it took a few moments to remember where and why he was there. He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and stretched out his stiff back. Despite the blankets and sleeping bags, the platform had still been hard and cold to sleep on.
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Two at a time, the clan swelled to almost their full size at the end of the station platform next to the underground tunnel portal.
Raven: Just Seb and Red to come now guys. Those with torches make sure you conserve the batteries, we’re gonna need them.
Samson: I’ve got a spare one if that helps.
Red looked around at the group of faces, the same faces that had trusted him to keep them all safe for so long. The crushing weight of responsibility weighed heavily on his heart, however, now was not the time to dwell on feelings, rather it was time to engage the head and the street smarts that had served him well over the last few years. As he looked, each face told a different story, yet each had the same fear, concern and determination etched behind the grimy smears, along with just one or two tears.
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Screw Pile Developments 