as i said, it is a bone and still an idea.
The only story i have work on is Guardians, but it's being rewritten due to it being... five years ago that it came from (which was during the time that i was... not so good XD)
I think i can show a part of my writing skills somewhere. Here's something involving a race of mine.
"This is Captain Finnand of the USS Kingland. We are on a space voyage to deliver some very precious cargo to the planet Bolin from the moon colony X-12 of Earth. We were not allowed to see this cargo, but we have been told it is currency, and should be delivered at all costs. We obliged, albeit suspiciously, and underwent way. Now we are half way done with our journey. No bumps in the road yet, but we are still on full alert."
The Captain was now being led at gun point to the cargo bay. He was a huge man, seven feet tall and biceps bulging with muscle on either side of his fifty inch chest. But this size didn't help him against five armed bandits hungry for the money he was transporting. "Look, I have no idea what's in here. You might not even have use for whatever this is!" "Shut up and open the vault, deadman!" A rifle stock slams into the back of his head and he stumbles forward onto the vault door. He growls and brings a hand to the console at the side of the door. After pushing a few buttons the door opens, and the bandits almost drool in anticipation. The door slowly opens to show what was behind.
A small army of furred shivering bodies was revealed in the dim light that was leaked into the vault. All six of the men looked in awe as a single one, easily ten feet tall, stood. More started to rise, and now it was obvious not all were covered in fur. Skin, scales, even feathers. "Man, this ain't no kind of money!" The captain stands as the bandits start to back away. They run back to their ship, almost tripping over some of the dead crew. Finnand looks to the huge group of refugees. "What are you!?"
The first to stand turns to show glowing green eyes. They all look toward him now and speak in unison. "We are the Kindred. We are the Light. We are Salvation. We are new Life." The captain's eyes widen, their blue color being easily seen. "What in god's name did I put on this ship?"