Date: Dyo 49, 81379 (5) Vluna sat in damp cave in complete silence. He knew of only why he was here, but he could not place a thought on how he managed to ge up to this crevice. Almost all of the crevice seemed to be filled with jagged rocks, and the spot where he sat now was damp from the rainfall he had meant to take shelter from. The only problem was, he didn't remember acctually coming here. He remembered a sickening feeling of an unexpected fall, but all was a mere shadow in his mind. Gazing up through the seemingly small crack, he thought of things one might not dare to think of. Such as, Will I ever get out of here? Or something like this, What if I simply die here? He waved his tail and waited, waited for someone to come by.
<span style='color:green'>"hello."</span> he said. It was Chaos. Once again, roaming places he shouldn't be. Finding pendragons who shouldn't be there also. It became a habit of his, a hard one to break. He walked slowly. His two golden wings slightly spread open. He chose a kid. A kid's face, a kid's body. He looked about nine years old. He was much shorter now, and his voice was sqeaky. Just like when he was alive. Ah... those were the days... The spirit walked up close enough to be in his sight. He streched his wings a bit, then pulled them back. <span style='color:green'>"What are you doing here? Are you lost?"</span> He tilted his head looking at him.
<span style='font-family:Arial'>Vluna lifted his head slightly, and stared for a minute or two before answering, <span style='color:orange'>"I fell, I was trying to take shelter from a rainfall. But- it was dark, and I couldn't see this crevice."</span> He muttered, lifting a paw to his tail. He lifted the soaked, slender end where red normally glowed. At the moment though, it was chilled to a dark blue, and held no glow. This made him even more crestfallen, (i think that's the right word.) for he always relied on it for the source of heat it manged to produce when he wasn't around his parents. And presently, he had moved out from his home, and relied on what he, and the earth could produce.</span>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Please keep OOC to a minimum please. I'm going to go through and delete all posts that are irrelevent to IC happenings, but since it's about timestamping, I'll let it slide. :] Just remember though, keep OOC to a minimuuuuum</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>sry... science project had to get finished this week. and i didn't have it suscribed so i didn't see it at all. Anyway, on to IC-icles!</td></tr></table> <span style='color:green'>"Well, that's okay. You don't look hurt.</span> He scratched and cocked his head back. It was a pretty dim cave. And if you were very quiet, you could hear the rain outside. <span style='color:green'>" Don't you have a family to go to? It's awfully scary being alone."</span> Chaos would know. He seperated himself from his friends all his life and he wandered about alone all his death. It wasn't fun.
