<font color='#0000FF'>Lucas looked out with pained eyes. Â Why am I stuck in the light? Â He envied what the others had. Â His paw lifted off the ground and rubbed his sore eyes. Â Something caught his attention. He smelt something odd hanging in the air. Â FOOD! He thought. Â He hadn't had food in many years and he was hungry as the growl in his stomach proved. Â He covered his eyes with one of his paws and walked out of the darkness on three legs. Â He growled lightly as he went into a rock. Â He followed the smell. Â That made him end up beside Jargon. Â He looked tentively at Jargon and then decided to forget his loudly roaring stomach. Â Lucas then meandered back to his hidding place, unsatisfied.</font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'><blockquote><font size=1 face=verdana>Jargon looked to Naka, then to Hype, and then eventually to the retreating Lucas. His whole demeanor was unusually calm considering what had just happened. But then again, considering what had also happened in the past, it was slightly tougher to get him unnerved. What then started as a small chuckle from Jargon expanded into a full fledged laugh. He wasn't laughing at anything in particular, but really everything as a whole. He shook his head, carefully motioning to a pile of rubble to his side. <font color="#AFE7EF">“Looks like I've been found out."</font> He said, snaking a clawed paw down amongst the rocks and pulling out a medium sized tan and gray coloured pack sack. <font color="#AFE7EF">“I was planning on having a mid-day meal out here, just for Naka and I. B-but.."</font> Jargon frowned as he froze and momentarily lost his flow of words. <font color="#AFE7EF">“Just to celebrate the last day of Tria and all. Both of you are welcome t-to join. Hype. And you t-too Lucas. I'm sure I've brought enough. We c-c-can also be sure to pick a spot off in the shade too."</font> Jargon took a deep breath. So many words and so many fouled up. Sometimes he wished that he had been born mute.</font></blockquote></font>
<font color='#810541'>Naka stepped forward towards Jargon and nuzzled her nose under his chin. She smiled lightly, and waved her tail. He must have read her mind, for she was starved. "That sounds great. There is a nice shadey spot not to far from here." Naka sauntered over to the /cave/ once again. This time she stood beside the entrance and spread out one of her slightly over sized wings. " I am sorry for getting over excited. Here, this oughta' keep the sun out of your eyes while we head for the shade." She offered to Lucas.</font>
<font color='#0000FF'>Lucas walked out of the shadow his eyes closed. He walked into the shadow of her wings and turned his head to were he thought she would be. "Guide me, please." He waited for her to do whatever to get him to the shade. OOC - PP CAP!</font>
<font color='#728FCE'><b style=color:#90BCBB>Character :[/b] Septara Faetix <b style=color:#90BCBB>Quarter :[/b] Tessera <b style=color:#90BCBB>Year:[/b] 1 Multiple colored optics scrutinized the other pendragons from the obscurity of the shadows, malevolent grin crinkled 'cross the figure's maw as metallic talons punctured into the terra cotta... Interesting... He thought to him self, his mind clouded with thoughts and cruel intentions respectively matching his rough frame. He twisted 'round proceeding on his way through the entangled works of flora and underbrush, muscles rippled beneath his jade pelt as he padded at his usually slow yet steady pace. A sick chuckle reverberated from his larynx, he had better things to do than foul around with those pendragons. His life expectacy was nearly up and time was running out, he had to preform some dirty task the Graders would hopefully give him in exchange for a few more years. Nearly out of sight, he passed by the crowd and than slowly vanished into the dense forest.</font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'>Hiding amongst the rubble Rioze carefully studied the pendragons gathered 'round. Each of them looked formidable in their own way and he wasn't in the mood for a fight. Daylight wasn't his time... Hm...stay or go? Curious each are...they don't seem hostile nontheless except for the one that left, but he is gone. Rioze decided to stay and curled up amongst the rubble. No matter how relaxed he seemed he wasn't alive by trusting what pendragons seemed to be like.</font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'><blockquote>Jargon grinned sheepishly then grabbed his full tan sack and slung it over his shoulder, his weight balanced on three legs momentarily as he adjusted to the extra weight. With a small tilt of his head he indicated a shady area just several yards away. It was made up of a tall decrepit stone wall and several towering sky crawlers that grew close to the once formidable structure. <font color="#AFE7EF">"Over there."</font> He said, then began to lead the way, casting a glance back at Naka and Lucas. That dark coloured pendragon had seemed harmless enough...</blockquote></font>
<font color='#728FCE'><b style=color:#90BCBB>Quarter :[/b] Tessera <b style=color:#90BCBB>Year:[/b] 1 <b style=color:#90BCBB>Character Name :[/b] Septara Faetix <b style=color:#90BCBB>Character Mood :[/b] Bored Figure twisted 'round returning to the crowd of pendragons for no apparent reason, his pace was slow yet steady. A light snickered escaped him as he reclined to a sphinx posture, his right forelimb resting 'pon his left in a casual manor. Gaze shifted 'bout, scrutinizing everything in his view, he did so out of boredom and nothing more... His twisted mind seemingly lost in thought, no one knows if this cold, selfish, rude, and aggressive pendragon had a softer side... His whole life entwined with false truths and rumors, many would believe he had a normal life till the death of his parents... Which he knew for sure was no accident... They were 70 000, it was their "life expectancy" as he often put it... A threat to the Grader rein, some would imply... Never the less, this day was just like any other... Sleek plume scrapped o'er the terra cotta idly, moving pebbles and other small objects with ease. He extracted one of his ebon claws and proceeded to scrap himself beneath the chin. Drops of blood fell hitting the ground with a taciturn thump, he couldn't feel pain any better than he could sense his emotions. Half toothed grin crinkled 'cross his torn muzzle as oculars watched the others from the obscure vicinity...</font>
