Deep within one of His halls, Zhil adjourned His Day of Appeals; there was enough for one day, and while much had gotten done much remained to do. One thing in particular weighed on His mind as He spruced up, having His scales offer a particular shine before stepping across the worlds to where He might seek His fiancèe Naoko, but He tried to shake it off; this was a happy day, and it would remain that way if He had to physically cram joy and acceptance down people's throats!
Still, no reason to think that way at the moment. But as popping in on one's woman unannounced was just so gauche, He ended up right outside the nearest building instead. What better way to keep her privacy inviolate?
Knocking at the nearest door, He tried to look as unassuming as a six-foot golden Dragon-God might, which was rather more than one might expect. No ceremony here, just good old saurian style!
It's been awhile since I fired up one of these 'me-me' what-do-you-call-ums. And as it seems obligatory to pass on one responded to, away we go!
2. Date of birth:
3. Where you live:
4. What makes you happy:
5. Currently listening/the last thing you listened to:
6. Do you read My journal?:
7. If yes, what makes it especially good or bad?:
8. An interesting fact about you:
9. What do you love at the moment?:
10. Favourite place to spend time:
11. Favourite lyric:
12. The best time of the year:
1. A film:
2. A book:
3. A band, a song, or album:
4. An anime/manga series:
1. One thing you like about Me:
2. Two things you like about yourself:
3. Look at My friends-list and tell what you like about one of our mutual friends:
4. Put this in your journal so that I can tell you what I like about you.
It's always so tedious when a Christian deity goes through an 'apocalypse' phase.
And deep in a lair, we have a dragon grown once more, reflecting upon another year come and gone with a goblet of Chablis in one paw.
"To much watching, and less doing... Perhaps the next year might hold better." Draining the glass, a casual flick sent it smashing into a wall.
"Happy birthday to me, then."
((*Mun's birthday has arrived once more!*))
Warily entering the Nexus just long enough for Naoko to lead him over to the dimensional locator, he dropped in a scale and got the coordinates. The girl wanted to be the one to input them, but he'd do it himself.. Can't let the vassals do everything, right?
..And in a few moments, they found themselves atop a broad, flat mesa looking out over a deep valley, one of the high Watching-Points of Exaurdon Isle. Zhilbar was home, all right!
..Where were all the dragons? They should have been at least a few in the sky at this hour; there was always something that needed to be done! Heck, there's the Clan cave right over.. there....
This wasn't home. That forest, patchy and growing out of smashed log flinders, debris and half-molten refuse all in front of the much-withered Clan cave, the nearly eradicated Watchpost nearby... Who would do this? Why were so many of the mountains crowned with lava? If it wasn't for the layout of the land, he would swear this was Bloodtide island.. WHAT HAVE THOSE REDS DONE!?!?
He wasn't aware of the murderous rumble coming from his throat as he swung about, trying to see the extent of the devastation. Likeiwse, he couldn't tell the constant telltale touches of Time's inexorable hand, the utter erosion of the Watchpost or how the mountains stood so much smaller and weathered, the beach surrounding them from the beating tides.. Oh, no. All he knew was that he HAD to find someone who was to blame.
Hopefully Naoko can understand that he's a touch preoccupied right now!
DOESN'T ANYONE KNOW HIGH DRACONIC ANYMORE!?