First On Scene
A quiet day turns urgent when Snout Spout is called to a brushfire in the Evergreen Hollow. With water on his back and smoke on the horizon, he sprints the creek bed to stop the blaze before it spreads.
Ophidian Khan’s Fangs & Fables
Tales of transformation, mischief, and myth—curated by the Warden of Forgotten Myths.
A quiet day turns urgent when Snout Spout is called to a brushfire in the Evergreen Hollow. With water on his back and smoke on the horizon, he sprints the creek bed to stop the blaze before it spreads.
MOTU / Originals / Short Story / Toy Photos
by Ophidian Khan · Published December 2, 2025 · Last modified December 6, 2025
Fresh from an upgrade and dead tired, Snout Spout runs into a Skelcon desperate to impress Skeletor. On a thin strip of stone high above Eternia, one of them is about to learn what “significant increase in output” really means.
Twilight bled through the canopy as I crouched between the roots of an ancient tree, the forest trembling with a power older than Eternos itself. My claws tightened around the spear gifted to me by General Vharok. I had been sent ahead—alone—to search for weakness in Castle Grayskull’s defenses. But the air here held no weakness. It watched. It listened.
A wolfbat cried overhead. A griffin roared in the distance.
And somewhere in the shadows beyond the brush, something moved—
not mortal, not Horde, not Snake.
Something ancient.
Night was coming.
And when it did, I would have to step forward.
Beneath the dying leaves of Eternia’s forest, an assassin waits. His mission is simple—bring something alive. But for Sting-Or, the hunt is never about duty. It’s about the laughter before the sting.
MOTU / Originals / Power Rangers / Short Story / Toy Photos
by Ophidian Khan · Published August 24, 2025
In the depths of the Fright Zone, four loud-mouthed Tengas discover why legends are better left unchallenged. They were warned not to enter. Goldar snarled at the Tenga Warriors to stay away from the...
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