Sallos &//. Cassiel
Cool morning woke the sleeping thing, eyes reliting into the eerie glow, albiet a bit grudgingly. Dew had gathered on the stone body, slipping down like mercury as he rose, creaking, to his paws. The yonyuu moved with no purpose, it seemed; dragged by some unseen forced with a name. He hung his head, for a moment, still possesed by some form of groginess, then began to move.
As blue tinted wings were streching with each step, Sallos came to the slow conclusion that something had been nestled on his back, between the shoulderblades, perhaps all night. The temple thing came to a sudden stop (not like he had been moving all that fast to start with), adn sat. The pale thing tumbled down, making not the slightest noise; he had thought so. Hypnotic eyes turned to the miniscule reptillian heart, glowing eyes to pink eyes. The sickly thing buried itself against blue and grayscale fur, trying to escape the morning chill in the stone fur. "You're not usually this close," he said, a bit surprised. Not only did the bleached bleeder tend to just wander in the same general direction as him, as opposed to with him, but he was a thing not to get close to anyone. But Sallos supposed there was a day for breaking every now and again.
"Why?" And ghastly because the manifestation would never answer.
