<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Yeah, this is open. I was bored and desperately needed to get over my extreme procrastination. Timestamp: 39th Mia, 81379 Who: Saltamus Mirakoth (he's 16~) and maybe someone else? Where: Near his home. When: The afternoon.</td></tr></table> Ah, the sweet afternoon. Clouds rolled gently across the sky, creating beautiful patterns upon the mountains and what lay between them. Sunlight beamed onto the powdery snow. Youngsters ran between each other, fighting oh-so-playfully. Some older pendragons of varying species, including several fey, were busy in their own activities, such as having snowball fights, taking idle walks, or just sitting and chatting. One particular 'dragon was seated on top of a rock, gazing up at the sky. A sketchpad rested in his lap, which, like the rest of him, was warmly dressed. He was in a nice mixture of indigo, navy, violet and all the colours in between. The only parts of him not covered in clothing were his hands, which were scaled and taloned, gripping a mechanical pencil; his long tail, with a tail-flame on the end that seemed to be a real flame; and his face. That face. He was clearly still young, but his face was becoming more definitely male. The bone near his temples was thickening, as was the bone in his chin. Two horns, like white antlers, reached out on either side of his hair. His hair was a firey orange, with a gold fringe drooping in front of his face. To match that, he had white, pupil-less eyes, a dark grey, almost black pelt, and a look of intelligence about him. He was Saltamus Mirakoth, a pendragon resembling the oriental dragons of ol' Earth. He was a young artist. He was a mind of his own. And he was suddenly very hungry. Growling a Ramathian curse word - for the obscenities were all he knew of Ramathian! - he shook his head. Why do I bother? I shoulda stayed home and played more video games instead of going outside just to draw something I ain't used to. In a brief silence, Salty finished sketching a trisk's wing, and shut the sketchbook. He was definately going to have to go somewhere; he'd spied a hint of grey clouds on the horizon. And he knew all too well what that meant. More snow. True, it was wonderful to play in it, but brushing it off the balcony was a pain in the ass. And why did OTHERS have to play in it?! So with a sigh, he set off towards a place where he knew he'd be able to get some interesting subjects: a slightly modern bar which served minors as well as legal adults. Very luckily, they weren't allowed to sell alcohol to minors. Thank god.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Well Kutz isn't 16... she's 2 years younger ^^.. okay, crappy post coming--></td></tr></table> Typical of pendragons to get this happy when snow comes. People were getting in her way and she was getting her tail stepped on from time to time. Fed up, she flicked her snowy white tail twice and wrapped it around her waist. At least no one's going to step her there and she would have extra warmth. Her blue eyes were now clear and a little dreamy. She'd don a black sweater and dark blue pants. The color was in contrast with her white fur. On her bag, which was slung over her shouler to the other side of her body, was sewn a name. It says, "Kutz Agon". The bag isn't as heavy as the other days when she brought her bag out. Heavy bags hurt her shoulder much so she decided to go light today. She came out of Swaraj to look for inspiration for her songs. The young femme didn't expect to come this far. She looked around for a more quiet place to sit and think. She spotted a rock, which was where Saltamus was sitting on, and headed slowly for it. She didn't look where she was going and bumped into something. Oh, great, Kutz! You're so dreamy till you banged into a rock. Hope no one saw that. she thought. When she looked up, she realized she hadn't banged the rock she was headed to, but instead she banged a handsome male pendragon. "Oh, uh... sorry 'bout that," she started. "I didn't see you."
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>I think your post's okay. ^^ Then again, I always think posts are okay, so... ^^;</td></tr></table> It happened a bit quickly for him. One moment he was headed towards one of the few places in Watani he could stand, the next he'd been bumped into. Quickly he shook his head to see who had collided right with him. It was a young white pendragon... obviously a girl, and obviously younger than him. Salty sighed softly. He knew all too well that some of them could be very annoying. But this one didn't look like she'd be one of those. That's a relief, he murmured to himself quietly. As she spoke, his belief was partially confirmed. For some reason, most girls would squeal at the very sight of him... something which annoyed him to no end. He let a hint of a smile come to his face; for the most part it remained in its usual bored and tired state. "You were in a hurry or something? I can understand that... kinda." Salty shrugged. "Nearly tripped over a log this morning while I was on the way to get something for dad. Damn, that delayed me for a few more. Good thing he can understand being clumsy in the snow. But... I think I'm getting ahead of myself a bit." His scaly tail gently swept the snow at his feet as he spoke.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Sorry bout the late reply. As usual, the reason would be skool...</td></tr></table> Kutz was still dazed at bumping into something. She was still looking up at the male. He was no doubt quite handsome, to her. But there was something wrong about his eyes. She looked a little closer and nearly gasp out of fright. He hadn't any pupils. While trying to calm her beating heart, which was a tad bit too fast, she wondered if the male could see her. Was he blind? But surely not, he spoke as if he isn't blind at all. Well, whether he was blind or not, she figured that it didn't matter. As long as he isn't some maniac, it was fine with her. He's kinda chatty, she thought as she listened to him. If he wasn't blind, she wondered what sort of comments he might get throughout his life about his pupiless eyes. She shivered a little. She'd never met anyone with eyes like his before. It looked sort of... evil. She smiled back at him and replied, "Well no, I wasn't in a rush. I was trying to get to the rock over there. Get some quiet time and finish up composing my song." She noticed that he was holding a book. She tried to figure out if he was a writer or something like that himself. "Do you write, too?" she enquired.
