<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>With Aria's non existant new design, squeee! Tessera (Autumn), 81380 day 28 Who: Aria Rinoket</td></tr></table> The large feline like gray figure stretched out two large gray wings she looked around the area with dusky blue eyes, she shook he head, flicked her mechanical tail with a light blade on it grouchily, and continued on, her mechanical left hind leg whirred in protest, after supporting her weight for three days straight. "<span style='color:grey'>Psh, stupid leg</span> she muttered, sitting down on a large dead robot. There was a bag tied around her side, she was here scavenging for screws, nuts and bolts, the free way to get more supplies. She brushed away some dust, and looked at the old model she was sitting on. She had seen this type before, and often salvaged guns, and knives from it, when asked to make war bots for any odd reason, and she'd never object, money was scarce in her line of work, so most of the time, she had little joy money, but once they had learned of her skills, requests came in by the truck load, often she'd have to refuse some, there were so many.
I just figured out this was for meeee. (Sorry it took so long, had to go quick.) S a e l Amongst the reckage of machina and things better left undisicovered, a light figure swooped and swirled, careening from perched to bullet-fast flight in the blink of an eye, never stopping for long, being punctuated only by impressive flips and dives exucuted with bird-like grace. Below the overcast sky and above the unforgiving ground he shoot, an arrow from a bow - until, suddenly, unexpectedly, he stopped. Hovering in midar, the huge brute became visible - snow hued feathers, faded green for-legs and flanks, an ebony beak like a saw. Had he just seen movement, there amongst the non-descript ground? Sael swooped down onto a wrecked robot, knocking it over and falling to the ground beautifully.
She yelped her protest as suddenly the robot had fallen over, with a loud thunk being her only clue to the cause. She growled "<span style='color:grey'>What in the name of all that's machinia...?</span>" she hissed after saying that, looking down on the creature, a pendragon by the looks of it. She bared her teeth, now in a foul mood, "<span style='color:grey'>A kid huh? Lost I bet, maybe though, he might be able to help me...</span>" the last part was inaudiable to anything but herself. She nudged him with a front paw, "<span style='color:grey'>No dying unless you want your bones to be dug up from metal a thousand years from now</span>" she said, just to wake him up, if anything.
