[The sun was rising over Minas Tirith and Faramir, his mountain eagle daemon perched on the wall at his side, watched the light washing across the white stones of the city with obvious affection. Gondor was his home. The people that were beginning their day in the city below him were his people. He liked to observe them from the gardens to remind ( Read more... )

((OOC: Posted shortly after this post.))[the scene is exactly the same as before, only this time the tiger is in the foreground and Edgeworth can be seen in the back of the room, bent over as he peruses the books on one of the lower shelves ( Read more... )

[Mag is sitting on the edge of her mattress in Dee's apartment, facing the window. On the ledge sits a small mockingbird, perched so that he faces Mag. With a low male voice, the bird begins to sing:]

Green finch and linnet bird ( Read more... )

[Edgeworth's sitting in front of the computer in his home office. Behind him can be seen his daemon, sitting on her haunches before his wall of books and peering at the spines.

[dryly, Edgeworth addresses the camera.] If anyone has any suggestions for hiding a rather conspicuous and intimidating tiger from the general populace I'd be delighted to ( Read more... )

[Kefka leans against a metal latticework of fence, eyes closed, humming under his breath.]

[And then a voice sings out:]

Hey, Kefka!

[He opens his eyes, smiles.]

What's that, Miriam, my dear?

[Kefka cocks his head and puts a hand to his ear. Close inspection reveals a thumbnail-sized green beetle hanging off his earlobe.]

Are you ready to ( Read more... )

[An incredibly shaky image appears to the community, but after a moment it stops moving around quite so much to show Éomer holding one arm high and the other low. This is due to the fact that his way of viewing the community is through a piece of parchment. He's become accustomed to the strange moving pictures that often appear and knows that by ( Read more... )

[Kurt's room comes into view. In front of the window there's a birdcage with a canary talking with a white lion , of all creatures. The lion is paying attention to the bird's chirping, replying to him from time to time.]

Seven years? You're not that old, I think canaries live to nearly fourteen years old. [The bird chirps again, but unlike the lion ( Read more... )

[Castor surveys his club from a slightly elevated chair, sitting like some sort of royalty with his feet crossed and his posture absolutely perfect. He absently strokes the small Fennec fox curled in his lap with one hand, the other clasped around his customary drink. His cane rests against his chair and one foot taps in time with the music.]

Hmmm. ( Read more... )

[ Rinoa is sitting on the floor, a small pink ball in hand. She smiles at the camera as a dog comes up and sits by her side. ]

Well, she isn't a "by-product" of the community's seemingly on going virus but, this is my lovely girl, here. Isn't she precious?

It's so easy to get attached to a pet, huh? I couldn't imagine losing her... I hope that doesn ( Read more... )

[It shows Ranka's room. How can you tell it's Ranka's? There's stuffed animals everywhere and a big poster of Sheryl Nome is on the wall.

Oh and both Ranka and Vanille are crouched on the floor. They seem to be huddled over two green squirrels, a rabbit, and a small snake. There's a piece of white tape on the floor away from them ( Read more... )