Current Day: Three. Current Quarter/Month: Dyo (Spring) Current Year: Year 81378 The very movement itself was transfixing, Taberah would admit that. The simple way the flamed licked poetically at the gloomy walls of the cave quelled a desire he didn’t realise he had, a worry that had previously weighed heavily on his youthful mind. The very gentle flickered pattern, a starlight in the gloom, was something to be proud of in his eyes simply for the fact that this was his own creation. By just being content with life itself, the flame burnt more readily and cast all shadows aside – metaphorically and not. And how could he argue with such purity? No longer did it seem a struggle between the conscious and unconscious realms, as sleep also surrendered to the admirable light – Taberah was left alone with only his guts twisting in pretzels. He worried about his mother, about the father he never saw and the twenty other Dragyn’s that were somehow related to him through whatever genetic copies they held inside of them. And madness, it seemed to simply sit, admire and idolise those whom he didn’t see as often as he liked. Such thoughts did not make it better in this odd situation. A being was used to courtly words, false expressions and a worrying tone that slipped through leathery lips. There was not any reason to grumble over displays of dominance, to complain mutedly about challenges that were never meant for his turquoise paws. It was tough. With a deft shake of his streamlined muzzle, his pate lifted to shift those greenie locks from his gentle orbs. The flame light, although still as beautiful as before had lost some of the appeal that had previously gripped him. “Yes, you." He muttered beneath his breath as if blaming the same consistent wonder on the same revolting thoughts that still plagued his crania. Facing life alone was not the hard part, no. The male believed he coped quite well, it was the worrying about those around him that held a vice like grip that would not be persuaded around his furred chest. So maybe all Taberah had been expecting in the long years ahead, was nothing but a reluctant overshadowing over his family alike. He did not fancy such a situation but his ties offered no choice. Coloured spheres rolled dejectedly backwards, a raw will lost in the depths of forgotten pride. His only light in the dark was dying, and it was with that last thought, ears fanned forward with a jangle of sculpted metal. Anyone could find him. Stupid, stupid Taberah.
There was little continuity between Versus' trades and his daily routine, as one would expect. Sure, there were times when he took his job seriously and sat at his desk with a law book spread open in front of him, translating ancient rules into more decipherable tongues. Days when he would reflect the reason why he had been graded so many times, and why he was in such popularity with the Graders. Today was not one of these days, apparently. Versus inhaled a small drag of the rolled fibers with a sigh, smoke curling around his snout as he closed his eyes pleasingly. It had been a while since he had smoked the local plants, but it was definitely a memory that he had missed. The drug infiltrated his system and numbed the pounding headache that had resided within his skull like some sort of tranquilizer. It wasn't the best thing to smoke around; it sure didn't give one a satisfying buzz, but it worked mighty fine to relieve the pain of migraines. Tucking the joint in a rocky nook outside of the cave, medicinal properties spent, the Law journeyman adjusted his specs and ventured in curiously. The horn rimmed glasses accented his visage rather nicely, giving them a charm umirrored by words. He had yet to see another who wore spectacles for either style or need, but until he did Versus considered himself unique. Each socked foot brought him deeper into the cavern, and he curled his long, prehensile tail up behind his head so the ball of black plasma at the end of it could cast an eerie violet glow upon the stony walls. There was a faint light up ahead, but Versus wasn't bothered by it. If he decided to wander further he would worry about it then, but until that time he would enjoy himself with the current surroundings. These curiosities got the better of Versus Radium in due time, and he met the creature that was omitting the bright light quite face to face. The fox-like pendragon's lips curled into a small smile, and he tipped his glasses appreciatively. If this was the male's home, he could at least be slightly courteous. And if not, oh well.
