“Winter 1, 514 A.V.
It felt odd walking down this corridor. There were ill emotions associated with his sorrowful past that lingered here, within these living quarters. Xen, as he walks, was not perturbed by this sorrow, like before. He had disconnected himself, partially, from the things that would distract him from his new goals. To discover that one's dreams of grandeur were brittle, and broken was saddening. It was only after those dreams have fallen that you come to realize how weak their foundations were. And as these crushed aspirations entomb you—harsh, crystal clear clarity intrudes the mind.
Xen understood this experience, personally.
“A bath will balance out things, ” Xen thought while walking to the sad, echoing tune of his footsteps. It had been awhile since the last time he bathed in the hot springs. The most memorable encounter he had at the hot springs was his battle with the large salamander. Xen could only grin at the memory. He almost died, and the tough amphibian was able to spit acidic venom! That was a good, and eventful rumble; it would stand at second place in his most awesome battles.
Xen was beginning to regret the fact that he had not claimed the creatures head. It would have been a fine trophy to place on his stone trophy shelf. Although, said shelf was actually a large rock in the middle of his cavern, it'll definitely impress others, nonetheless. Xen was not going to attempt to track down another one of those large salamanders, he knew their capabilities now, and would avoid aggravating the beasts without a reason. The quietude Xen was growing accustomed to was broken by the sound of sliding. He was able to tell that something was heading towards him, as he passed nobody along the way.
Though, this could have simply been an echo, and someone was actually walking behind him. Xen did not respond to the footsteps, he just continues to walk ahead, passing the various entrances that led to another dhani's home. A large male constrictor in dhani form emerges from the abyss ahead of Xen; its yellow, and green scales shown like stars in the inky black atmosphere of the corridor. Xen was glad he did not possess such flashy scales, he would never be able to conceal his form in the jungle brush. On the constrictors right side a smaller dhani was slithering in his dhani form. The snakeling watches Xen as he and his father approach him.
The much older constrictor seemed as though he was distracted with something; his mind preoccupied with things a male of his size would find tedious or worrisome. Xen makes eye contact with the passing, and smiles rather creepily. He had unnaturally white teeth, with dark purple eyes that seemed to meld into the darkness. Xen was infinitely creepy to the snakeling at the moment. The darkness made Xen appear eyeless for a moment, but the snakeling did not look for long to discover if this optical illusion was true.
Xen was alone again after a few chimes passed, walking through the living quarters as though there was nothing else to do.”
It felt odd walking down this corridor. There were ill emotions associated with his sorrowful past that lingered here, within these living quarters. Xen, as he walks, was not perturbed by this sorrow, like before. He had disconnected himself, partially, from the things that would distract him from his new goals. To discover that one's dreams of grandeur were brittle, and broken was saddening. It was only after those dreams have fallen that you come to realize how weak their foundations were. And as these crushed aspirations entomb you—harsh, crystal clear clarity intrudes the mind.
Xen understood this experience, personally.
“A bath will balance out things, ” Xen thought while walking to the sad, echoing tune of his footsteps. It had been awhile since the last time he bathed in the hot springs. The most memorable encounter he had at the hot springs was his battle with the large salamander. Xen could only grin at the memory. He almost died, and the tough amphibian was able to spit acidic venom! That was a good, and eventful rumble; it would stand at second place in his most awesome battles.
Xen was beginning to regret the fact that he had not claimed the creatures head. It would have been a fine trophy to place on his stone trophy shelf. Although, said shelf was actually a large rock in the middle of his cavern, it'll definitely impress others, nonetheless. Xen was not going to attempt to track down another one of those large salamanders, he knew their capabilities now, and would avoid aggravating the beasts without a reason. The quietude Xen was growing accustomed to was broken by the sound of sliding. He was able to tell that something was heading towards him, as he passed nobody along the way.
Though, this could have simply been an echo, and someone was actually walking behind him. Xen did not respond to the footsteps, he just continues to walk ahead, passing the various entrances that led to another dhani's home. A large male constrictor in dhani form emerges from the abyss ahead of Xen; its yellow, and green scales shown like stars in the inky black atmosphere of the corridor. Xen was glad he did not possess such flashy scales, he would never be able to conceal his form in the jungle brush. On the constrictors right side a smaller dhani was slithering in his dhani form. The snakeling watches Xen as he and his father approach him.
The much older constrictor seemed as though he was distracted with something; his mind preoccupied with things a male of his size would find tedious or worrisome. Xen makes eye contact with the passing, and smiles rather creepily. He had unnaturally white teeth, with dark purple eyes that seemed to meld into the darkness. Xen was infinitely creepy to the snakeling at the moment. The darkness made Xen appear eyeless for a moment, but the snakeling did not look for long to discover if this optical illusion was true.
Xen was alone again after a few chimes passed, walking through the living quarters as though there was nothing else to do.”
