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The darkness was oblivion to Nebulo. It restrained him like nothing else could. He could writhe with fury, with all his strength. It mattered not. The darkness held him, for it chained his shadow to darkness. If he was not visible, then he could not move. In pitch blackness, he could [i]never[/i] move. Nebulo screamed silently in one of the rooms of the abandoned tenement. He had stayed too long in the constantly dimming room. Now it was too late. He should have stayed close to one of the others, for they needed light, fire, all counters to darkness. He should have stayed outside where the ubiquitous galaxy's light cast Nebulo far down the paths, making him huge and powerful. Yet, he had made a mistake, and now escape was impossible. Oblivion chained him until the light came.

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Leonus stalked the decaying, glum back streets of New York City. He hungered more than he usually did, maybe because of the insurmountable influx of new potential prey in the area. He also wanted to escape from the others for a while. Their presence was at best irritating to him. That was one of the main differences between Leonus and his pantherine counterparts - they hunted in packs, Leonus hunted alone. Before Terrigenesis, Leonus had always been a loner - a bookworm, in fact, a boy that nobody wanted anything to do with. No fun. The Inhuman process had changed him, however, had shown him his true form. Whatever he had been before was irrelevant, a testing of the waters before the headlong plunge in. He was a lone wolf... or rather, a lion. Yet he hunted with all the combined might of a horde of beasts.

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She rested her eyes along with the rest of them. There was a certain camaraderie to sleeping among the flora in which Timberia now shared so many traits. The solemn moonlight cast a pleasant glow among her and her family. It calmed her most effectively, clearing her mind of all interfering thoughts. Shamefully, the bulky Leonus often occupied her mind - filling her with thoughts of lust and desire. She did not even know how a relationship between the two would work, yet that did not stop her from acting erratically when the feline man was around her. She had neglected a friendship with Falcona because of Leonus' bristling hate for her. It was those two who had each vied for control within the group - Falcona with her noble and more diplomatic aims and Leonus with his disdainful aggressiveness against humanity. Timberia had sided with the latter in an attempt to make him appreciate her, but unfortunately his emotions rarely strayed towards friendliness. Despite the obvious impossibility of him returning her lust, she feared she would stay stalking the feral man until it was no longer possible for her to do so.

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Stallior had taken matters into his own hands. He had left Attilan with a mission, bestowed upon him by Master Triton. The aquatic Inhuman had always lectured the young denizens of the Great Refuge about peace - with humanity, and with themselves. He spoke against Gorgon and Karnak's fondness of conflict. He had told the children of noble and intelligent humans, those that could theoretically understand the civilisation of the Inhumans. Stallior's favoured message from him had always been '[i]We can look alien to them on the outside, but Terrigenesis is a process that can not breach the souls we share with the humans.[/i]' It had of course been said in Triton's guttural and broken speech, but a translator had been on hand to assist. As much as it pained to admit it, however, many Inhumans were anathema to his Master's message. If sould held the personalities and the core of a person, then why does Terrigenesis alter not only appearance, but even personality in some cases? Stallior had known Leonus before the ritualistic tradition. He had known a timid but well-meaning boy, accompanied always by a book or scripture. Now... Terrigenesis had irrevocably breached his soul. Master Triton certainly was wise and the perfect example of a pacifist, but some of his teachings were illusions to soften the knowledge of the hate that humanity would undoubtedly harbour for the Inhumans.