Who: Neleki, bipedial What: Neleki fishing (and failing to fish) off of an empty pier. Perhaps you'd like to join her? When: Tessera 43, 81379 PG-13 only, kiddos. Kicking her grey paws lazily over the edge, Neleki leaned back to lie down on the pier, the fishing pole held between her legs, which were covered in tan long shorts. The insect bait had gnawed through the hook a while ago, but this was merely recreational, she wasn't even attempting to catch something. Gazing up at the clear autumn sky through orange orbs, Nel squinted her eyes at the sun, and blew a strand of sandy-orange hair back up over the green lensed goggles. Her pointy ears twitched in the slight breeze, as her whip-like tail lashed back and forth idly. She scratched at her fuzzy stomach with gold painted extended claws, lifting up the black t-shirt a little to do so, and shifted position to allocate her unusually small wings. The storyteller sighed, all seemed right with the world. All that could be better would be some interesting conversation, or maybe some inspiration. She hadn't written anything for many a day now, and was trying to find that creative spark. Her head lost contentedly in the clouds, Nel waited for someone to come by.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Zengeis - Bipedal</td></tr></table> A tall, draconic figure ambled rather contentedly down the walk-way by the piers, a towel hanging about his narrow shoulders. Zengeis had been out for a swim in the slightly brisk waters that surrounded the port city, enjoying the contrast between the warm Tessera sun and the chill water that he'd swam laps in. Of course, his style of swimming was different from most, thanks to his non-too-commonplace lukuo build. He'd startled a boatload of tourists already, appearing as a glistening black serpent worming through the waves to their eyes before his head popped out of the water to stare back. Tired in that accomplised, 'I-did-something-productive' way, the young arden enjoyed a quick mouthful of a fruit smoothee he'd snagged at a nearby restaurant and cafe. The place was owned by a friend of his, and he'd had no trouble begging a free drink from the friendly waitress who knew Dyslexia as well. As his path began to meander towards the slightly less busy parts of the piers, away from the main tourist traps, he caught sight of a thill reclining on one of the empty piers, fishing pole slightly askew between her legs. Curiousity perked, he made his way towards the gray female, talons clicking faintly on the boards beneath him. <span style='color:green'>"Catch anything?"</span>
Startled out of her reverie, Neleki twitch-jumped and lunged for her falling pole. Grabbing it, she relaxed as she saw the Lukuo, marvelling at his sleek black form. <span style='color:orange'>"Nah,"</span> She replied, laughing slightly. <span style='color:orange'>"Nothing hooked, the bait escaped."</span> She stood up, looking Zengeis over. <span style='color:orange'>"Been swimming I see. Mind if I ask who you are? I can't just call you Lukuo, it'd be impolite."</span> Dropping the cheap pole onto the pier, she flopped back against one of it's supporting logs, sticking out over the deck, careful to wrap her long tail about it, in case should slip and plunge into the cold water.
<span style='color:green'>"Zengeis Quevolt Stratis Avertégan,"</span> the lukuo grinned slightly, <span style='color:green'>"But you can call me Zen if it suits you."</span> With a tiny sigh the arden streatched, offering a ringed hand to the thill as his neck cracked loudly, the sound followed by a muffled groan of relief on his part. <span style='color:green'>"It's a pleasure to make your aquaintance."</span>
