Open
Who: Delta and open!
What: Delta practices flying around Residential Zone 10 to enjoy his time as a dragon, culminating in some time at York's apartment and a proposal.
Where: Residential Zone 10 (Katayama)
When: Around the tail end of the species swap event.
Warnings: Abuse of the same two icons, possibly some violence later
He had followed Conrit's advice and begun searing his food, and he was pleasantly surprised to note not only a change in his general health, but an ability to breathe fire as well. He'd had to practice this out in the garden zones, of course, but he had gained what he felt was an adequate mastery of the skill and--well, of course, he was missing York fiercely. It was unnerving to have silence in his mind for more than a little while, and he didn't have access to his usual soothing algorithms.
Instead, he had the strangest desire to curls his body around York possessively. Well, York and everything shiny he'd managed to accumulate this week. Still, he wasn't averse to swooping down from his flight to strike up a conversation with anyone he saw on the streets. Visitors were rare enough in this sector he felt obligated to greet them (and politely warn them to stay away from his apartment-den).
((ooc: prose or action tags are both cool!))
What: Delta practices flying around Residential Zone 10 to enjoy his time as a dragon, culminating in some time at York's apartment and a proposal.
Where: Residential Zone 10 (Katayama)
When: Around the tail end of the species swap event.
Warnings: Abuse of the same two icons, possibly some violence later
He had followed Conrit's advice and begun searing his food, and he was pleasantly surprised to note not only a change in his general health, but an ability to breathe fire as well. He'd had to practice this out in the garden zones, of course, but he had gained what he felt was an adequate mastery of the skill and--well, of course, he was missing York fiercely. It was unnerving to have silence in his mind for more than a little while, and he didn't have access to his usual soothing algorithms.
Instead, he had the strangest desire to curls his body around York possessively. Well, York and everything shiny he'd managed to accumulate this week. Still, he wasn't averse to swooping down from his flight to strike up a conversation with anyone he saw on the streets. Visitors were rare enough in this sector he felt obligated to greet them (and politely warn them to stay away from his apartment-den).
((ooc: prose or action tags are both cool!))