I was finally quite satisfied with my chambers. I'd spent much of these past moons carving the khaadish therein, lightly and carefully since it was still rather thin. It was delicate work, but well worth it.

I was by the lake now, scraping the bits of khaadish off of my claws and rinsing them in the water.

And trying not to think about what I would ( Read more... )

I soared above the lake, then closed my wings.

SPLASH!

Watch out for the waves.

[Xaldin, Alyx Vance]

[OOC: Mun is for bed now, but tag until it falls off the page.]

I sat near the lake on a rock large enough to bear me. I flared my wings to catch the breeze, armour and water reflecting each other.

The water looked inviting.

Summer? Pffft!

You can find Bobby out back in a little winter wonderland of his own making! There are ice barriers up at either side of the snowy patch, and large piles of snow and snowballs behind each one.

Now all he needs is someone to battle with!

I had been so excited at the chance I might be able to return home, I had assumed it was a certainty.

That I was once more outside of Milliways has proven that wrong. I was surprised to find the jungle had shrunk slightly and wondered how long I had been gone. Standing in Worry, I Flamed the scent of the Heartless off of me.

After this Xaldin comes into the bar. He's moving stiffly - like his body aches - but there is no discernible pain on his face. He leaves a note for Axel with the Bar.

( VIII )

The jungle that sprang up is completely impassable by a creature my size.

Fortunately, I have wings.

Most of the rest of the patrons are less fortunate. I have only seen a few fight their way past the foliage, and those are mostly the ones that disappear into the woods for the full moon nights. I watch for any one else trying to brave the jungle.

It ( Read more... )

My armour glistened in the starlight, throwing reflected patches on the grass around me.

I sang softly in the darkness, weaving my voice through the sounds of the waves nearby.

Accompaniment would be welcome.

[OOC: Bed now. Open until his next EP.]

I was curled up, wings close, soaking up the heat of the sun. My armour glistened in the light, making me look like a statue of bronze. I made certain to shift something every now and then so no patron would confuse me for such.

It was a lovely day.

At least two hours of flight every day to keep the muscles in shape. My father taught me that long ago. I think of him whenever I practice now, but it's a joy to do so. Today's two hours were long past, but I still floated on the winds, watching those below. There is always something new to see at Milliways. Conversation, however, is difficult from ( Read more... )