The twilight ARK prologue.

By Poecilotheria metallica

A pack Furballs hopped and frolicked around their den tree, the eternal sunrise' light catching on their colourful protofeathers and casting stretched shadows on the ground,

This ARK's artificial sun had been malfunctioning for over a million years now, it could never fully rise and lingered halfway across the horizon.

A flock of spikers flapped across the amber sky.

The furballs leapt for cover inside the den tree, sentries in tiny hanging watch posts constructed from twigs and dried up grass stared out ready to sound the alarm and bring out the guard furballs if the spikers got close, but the menacing shadows were uninterested in the furballs this time, they converged toward a point some fifty yards away,

The point where a monkey-beast had just appeared, as the odd creatures sometimes did.