<div align="center"><strong>~Crest Intro~</strong></div><br/>(http://dariusfallenstar.webs.com//photos/Characters/panthro.jpg)<br/><br/>The metallic cylinder was one of a kind, though there had been plans for many long ago. Eldritch runes, each worth a few hundred orgasms, souls, gallons of blood – or whatever method of payment to whatever system of magic you happen to ascribe to – had been crafted into the tank, allowing for the creation of what should have been the ultimate adaptive guardian and companion. Unfortunately, the Blood Wars happened.<br/><br/>In short, the Blood Wars were started by a group of monsters determined to prove that they were, in fact, monsters and not just bad sex-jokes waiting to happen. They’d stopped fucking people and trying to make them climax and started…well, eating them. And not in such a friendly way as all that. Massive massacres ended up reducing the world’s swiftly swelling population to a tiny fraction of what it was. That was fifty years ago. Now, fortunately, times are more peaceful; albeit unfortunate – most of the male population still suffers from the old wars, as such a huge number were killed by the most horrible monsters of all – the so-called “Cock Biting Plague” – a swarm of cockroach like insects that…well…consumed dicks. And no, not in that good way – still.<br/><br/>An earthquake brought the canister to the surface of the world, dislodging it from the underground domain of the Sorceress who had created Crest in the first place. Like the silvery tip of a stiffening Anthro-Wolf’s cock, it popped out of the landscape and onto dry land, rolled down hills until it picked up enough speed to careen over a rocky slope and into the river, only to surface –some-fucking-where else in the world, on a shore, at the edge of a lake, on a beach – anyway. Traders found the capsule and, seeing the contents, loaded it onto wagons and carted it back the way Crest had come, north again.<br/><br/>Only to be ambushed, gang-raped, and murdered by Orcs. Yeah, apparently some monsters just couldn’t get over themselves. Later that night, a hurricane had swept through the area, sending the capsule careening off into the distance.<br/><br/>Which was precisely why the silver capsule containing what appeared to be a massively endowed Anthro-Panther was laying on the crisp green grass in the middle of nowhere. It was also how several of the protective runes on his capsule got scratched enough for the glass to have sunk in about half an inch, revealing a small button one might depress to release the capsules captive…<br/>