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Season 3
Veteran since day five, heck yeah~

Basic Profile

Name: Shard Fusion Ceilikia Tutestro Valekenises

Sex: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Age: 169

Imperial Ranking: Seer

Genetic Ranking[s]: Warrior; Sentinent

Life: 9
***The first life was Seturia, and she was killed by a schoolmate; the second life was Crescoria, death by a beast; the third time was Tsetoria, starvation of her physical[flesh] and remote detonation of her AI[robotic] mind and insides; the fourth was Hugo, killed in an elemental battle between the King and her lovers, Cross and Tur; the fifth was Fusion, jumping from the palace window as a raging fire wiped out most of the Capitol 'Reach'; the sixth was Shard, killed by Kralos[now her mate] after a verbal war of thrown out excuses and words of apathy and dignity; her seventh was Shard[yet again], and she died at the hands of Kronoxis after going rampant during the ship's breakdown; her eighth was Shard[hmm] and she died from the powerful wave that swept through the ship after struggling to save her friend Ember, with Nexxus by her side - they all died in the end. She is currently on her ninth life, walking on a wire-of-an-excuse-for-a-tightrope between life and death and the choices of the moment. By tradition, Seers are called to change their name after reintegration into the flesh and AI forms, but she hadn't decided by the time and has carried on with 'Shard' until further notice.***

Family

Father[Biological]: Kragen

Mother[Biological]: [Unknown]

Father[Adopted]: Tsu'Kren

Mother[Adopted]: Albicrial

Sister[s]:
- Teren
[159 years old as of now]

Brother[s]:
- Jukter'ok
[167 years old as of now]
- Keltishnan
[165 years old as of now]
- Ûktinian
[165 years old as of now]
- Sekran'in
[145 years old as of now]
- John
[134 years old as of now]

Pet[s]
[Back at home]
-Seturian
[Chalûndÿ]
-Krinon
[Zaggiroth]
-Kesho
[Hellfire Ibex]

Current Mate: Kralos

Past Mates:
-5th and 6th lives: Cross

Child[ren]:
-[Unnamed]
[Unborn; remains in the womb for the time being]

Personality

Callous
Showing or having an insensitive and cruel disregard for others.
The Dark One would be found dwelling in the spacious lobby of the large, titanium-plated space-craft, head low and tail arced over her back limply. Her hackles and frills laid flat across her flanks and back helplessly and seemingly lifelessly, and she swung her mass around heavily with each, meticulous step she took. It was not a drastic change in her size, but somewhat noticeable as she made her way for the corridor, lips drawn back in a snarl and blazing optics narrowed as she differed to keep other lifeforms away from her. Any presence would be snarled at, unless a close friend of course. If anything were to be pointed out or gestured at, the creature would merely ignore it in brutality with her tail lashing behind her as she entered the massive corridor aimlessly.

Compassionate; Merciful
Feeling or showing sympathy and concern for others; showing or exercising mercy.
Wake up. The sweet voice rang through her head, and, gradually, the seer's eyes slowly blinked open and she found herself staring up at the roof of the greenhouse. As the brilliant rays of starlight shafted down across the garden, the dust seemed to dance like little specks in the breeze that swiveled about; and the trees seemed to tower over all else, casting looming shadows in the direction of the farthest and darkest corner in the room. If you were a true demon at heart, one may notice constant whispers floating on the wind from that area, but if you were not, all would be silent. Rising slowly to her feet, the creature looked around and blinked, jot slightly agape. She trotted wearily across the grass and through the forest 'path' of towering trees as she made her way towards the door, tail sweeping the floor and frills upright like a one-thrust action of opening an umbrella. Opening the doors slowly, she entered the corridors and looked around slowly, eyes narrowed in thought with hackles bristling. Letting the silence drone in on the eeriness of the abandoned club, the creature settled back down on the floor comfortably. The seer sighed, apparatus flared with the intake and outtake of breath. she guttered bluntly, scratching the back of her head with a talon and setting the glass on the floor carefully. Her tail twisted across the tile to creep up to the behemoth's flank, furled blade resting by her side meticulously. Her voice was tinged with amusement, eyes blinking open to stare at the golden kistune blankly. With a sigh, the beast's hackles bristled and her frills raised skittishly. With that, she rose to her feet slowly and turned towards the counter to face him more thoroughly.

Ignorant; Murderous; Sadistic
Lacking knowledge or awareness in general - uneducated or unsophisticated; capable of or intending to murder - dangerously violent; deriving pleasure from inflicting pain, suffering, or humiliation on others.
she hissed quickly, syllables smashing together like a train-wreck. he snerked, quite childish in behavior as he laughed like a maniac and pranced about. Shard snapped, frills raised as she followed suit beside the others and continued to spit out insults. The red and black beast seemed to continue to laugh away, much like Nuka from the Lion King as he stalked the group that surrounded him. he spat at Kralos, reeling backwards as he was leapt upon. the wind seemed to whisper, the doors thrown open by a strong gust of wind which was then followed suit by more rampant animals. the beasts whispered in return, continuing to maul down the enemies as the trio approached the throne. he shouted - quite insane - before he was hit bluntly by the red prince. What happened next would be decided by the trio, as they had him down to the ground. The sickening shadow just smiled with eyes narrowed, quite like the insane devil he was. His breath staggered out before his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he went completely limp - breathless and lifeless. Spearhead embedded in the creature's chest, it preformed a very odd display after the silence had prevailed. The noise of the fighting around them seemed to go completely silent, the bodies rushing by as if they were zipping at each other in hyperdrive. The devil's body emitted a dark mist, which crept across the floor until it reached the light, sizzling out of existence. His body, however, broke into blocks, and those blocks continued to break down until the entire body had vanished. Many Ziatris and other animals crept into the temple room, the fighting done, and Cross standing with his silhouette outlined in the stained glass window above the throne. he countered, voice sharp and unforgiving as he spoke. he questioned Shard, voice tinged with worry and anger and - in sorts - a skittish whine. Shard said nothing, remaining silent and swinging her maw away from his direction and closing her eyes. As Cross hopped to the floor, he trotted over to Shard and scented the air around her, nose wrinkled and facials warped as he spun around to face Kralos. he whined pitifully, voice angered and eyes narrowed.

Wary; Lazy; Silence-Seeker
Feeling or showing caution about possible dangers or problems; unwilling to work or use energy; one who seeks silence of thought and flesh.
Current domain within the lobby of the massive space vessel, the ebony beast would be sleeping on a giant block of about seven couches with room for more. Her talon was mere inches from the remote, jot slightly agape and tongue lolled out over the side of her carnassial as she slept. Her ears were pinned back and loosely flicking to one side with each breath, and her tail lashed occasionally in between such actions. The TV was turned on, to a blank screen with multiple lines of color and an eerie, high-strung screech continuing to be emitted from it as the remote rolled to the floor. Her flanks heaved softly with each breath, large gut placed loosely beside her massive frame when she slept. Other than that, her optics were closed with hackles and frills laid flat against her spinal area with the occasional maraca chorus whenever her hollowed frills slammed into each other.
Trotting across the open ground with the tall grass around them, the creature swung her maw over her shoulder. The Chalûndÿ turned its big eyes to blink at Kralos before hobbling to Shard's other side and running a smooth finger across her apparatus as she snorted. she murmured quietly, ears swiveling and frills raised as the sound of other life forms was audible around the group. Hissing, chattering, cooing, cawing - all of the above. The walls would tower ahead, the massive gates swung open to reveal the inner sanctuary before them. The courtyards were large, various creatures and plants of all types located in there as well. A creature much like a mix between an ibex and a horse towered a few yards from them, snorting and trotting in place as it was tied to its pole. Fresh water - which meant - Without hesitation, Shard picked up her pace a bit and began down the path. One could explore the courtyard for hours, plenty of activities and actions to be done. If one had good eyesight, he or she would be able to spot a large shape many yards ahead of them. It was a mix between a rhino, a tapir, and an elephant - and this beast was not tied. Yet, it blocked the only entrance into the city ahead of them. One would have to choose between fighting it or climbing the massive, slippery walls around them. To choose or not to choose?

[More to be added over time]

Other

Telepathy: Shard has the ability to speak telepathically, meaning, she does not use her mouth, but her mind. She will not silence herself upon command or force, but their are certain masses of chemicals/materials/structures/forces that can cause her thoughts to be severed with the world, leaving the AI to let her words drift in cyber-space until the blockade is removed. This can cause rampancy on occasion.

Anatomical Structure:
-Six legs, long body.
-Black eyes with white irises; no visible pupil unless due to will.
-Nine, pointed frills along her head-frame; a display or defense or pride.
-Ears that are long and pointed, much like an elf or Neko.
-Tucerian; the native word for the tubing that lines their neck and flanks; this is filled with extra blood, a lot of it, and is very sensitive at touch. One of a Ziatris' most vulnerable points.
-Chillinic plating lining her back - much like Mongolian horse-back armor but much stronger; more or less like steel plates along her back and upper neck and flanks.
-A long, sleek tail with a sharp blade on the end, used for multiple purposes such as: "Killing prey/enemies/annoyances, a show or display of pride and dignity of the tribe they are from, defense, ect."
-Apparatus; or apparatuses, persay, due to the fact that there are two of them along her neck. Right below the Tucerian along both sides of her neck and right before the shoulder are two, large holes. They can be closed or flared by will, and lead through a maze or labyrinth of air passages before they reach her lungs. She has three lunges, the two main leading to the apparatuses and the singular leading to her nasal and mouth passages.
-Two stomachs, she has. Yoda. This allows her to eat a native food called 'Terunklin', which is made out of mud, rock, and other hard minerals dug from the sandy depths thousands of feet below the Capitol. A delicacy served only to the Royals.
-Retractable claws; she has four claws on each foot, which are shaped like a mix between a parrot's and a falcon's talons. Her four front feet have retractable claws, but the back two do not.
-Hackles, lion's mane; it lines her back like a poofy banner, and she can raise or flatten it like a sail at will, depending on her suppressing moods or defensive postures.

Strengths:
-Fire; ziatris can stand temperatures up to 367 degrees Fahrenheit due to their environment on Centauri A - the planet located next to Alpha Centauri, which is 75,000 degrees hotter than Earth's sun.
-Hand-on-hand duels; her natural abilities suit her best, and that's what she's lived with for her entire life of war and bounties.
-Fear; she seeks to kill those with great fear of her - only due to the fact she fears being killed herself.
-Electricity; she is cybernetic, allowing her to connect with electric objects and use them as she pleases. Ale the TV for example - if she were sitting across the room and Chell had the remote, she could remotely turn on the TV or control it any way she liked.

Weaknesses:
-Ice or the cold; anything under 56 degrees Fahrenheit will almost instantly put a ziatris into a deep sleep/coma until the temperature rises to about 100 again. Anything below 30 degrees with kill them slowly and painfully.
-Other cybernetics; this proves a danger to her, and she prefers to either befriend or steer clear of such threats. Anything to stay alive. []
-Weapon-versus-freehand battles. Weapons have proven most difficult for her, unless it be a gun. Depending on the weapon, she would either flee at sight or huddle up like an armadillo with her chillinic armor bared against such threats.

[More to be added later]

Roleplay Example

It was a strange feeling, and she tilted her head curiously, swinging her head about 47 degrees to eyes the plant from the corner of her peripheral vision curiously. Apparatus flared with the sudden intake and outtake, she shifted her stance slightly and swung her maw towards the drawing momentarily before feeling his contact to her facials again. she mused, tail dropping limp in the grass behind her. she murred softly, resting her chin on his shoulder for a moment. After a few heartbeats filled with both wonder and curiosity, the creature let her jot hang slightly agape with the simple shake of her head with a smile across her jot. Her voice edged with calmness, swept over her telepathy like a double-edged sword stuck in the stone. Talons feeling the grass ripple around her ankles as her emotions were constrained, she merely reached forward to attempt to embrace him in a slight hug. -Taken from, "A Ziatris' Journal : Chapter 2 : Kralos"

An ebony frame swept silently through one of the many, spacious corridors twining through the ship like a keyboard's internal panel as they were strewn together and giving access to the multiple rooms amidst the ship. Phalanges tensed painfully, talons clicking against the floor with claws unsheathed, the massive creature would make her tedious way for the space vessel's enormous lobby for her own haven. A stark entrance awaited her, head swinging left and right as her optics were able to peer around the doorframe's titanium edges; this was slowly followed by her entire shape, muscular skin rippling with each, powerful step she took during her aimless stride. The silent, introverted animal made her way to one of the many, plumy couches in the lobby, throwing her glistening form upon the soft furniture piece and settling down comfortably. Her weight had increased, only by a bit, in the last few weeks - one of the many facts she let slip through the cracks in her cerebrum and out her ear, usually not in the mood to take such an impact on her energy-ridden cranial. A talon would stretched out to grab the remote, four-toes phalange struggling to press the buttons and get it to a proper channel of her own liking. -Taken from, "A Ziatris' Journal : Chapter 4 : Children - Little demons indeed".

Music Themes

Main Theme

On a side note, this took me about forty-five minutes to whip up, and I hope you enjoyed - reading the - massive column of paragraphs I provided. This will be updated often and the picture will be changed shortly, I messed up on the line art and other crap.

Kindest Regards,
~WhiteWolfEclipse

Shard and the Ziatris race © ~WhiteWolfEclipse
Space-Garden and Scenarios © *Xurnam and *LeadHeart787

Description
Season 3
Veteran since day five, heck yeah~

Basic Profile

Name: Shard Fusion Ceilikia Tutestro Valekenises

Sex: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Age: 169

Imperial Ranking: Seer

Genetic Ranking[s]: Warrior; Sentinent

Life: 9
***The first life was Seturia, and she was killed by a schoolmate; the second life was Crescoria, death by a beast; the third time was Tsetoria, starvation of her physical[flesh] and remote detonation of her AI[robotic] mind and insides; the fourth was Hugo, killed in an elemental battle between the King and her lovers, Cross and Tur; the fifth was Fusion, jumping from the palace window as a raging fire wiped out most of the Capitol 'Reach'; the sixth was Shard, killed by Kralos[now her mate] after a verbal war of thrown out excuses and words of apathy and dignity; her seventh was Shard[yet again], and she died at the hands of Kronoxis after going rampant during the ship's breakdown; her eighth was Shard[hmm] and she died from the powerful wave that swept through the ship after struggling to save her friend Ember, with Nexxus by her side - they all died in the end. She is currently on her ninth life, walking on a wire-of-an-excuse-for-a-tightrope between life and death and the choices of the moment. By tradition, Seers are called to change their name after reintegration into the flesh and AI forms, but she hadn't decided by the time and has carried on with 'Shard' until further notice.***

Family

Father[Biological]: Kragen

Mother[Biological]: [Unknown]

Father[Adopted]: Tsu'Kren

Mother[Adopted]: Albicrial

Sister[s]:
- Teren
[159 years old as of now]

Brother[s]:
- Jukter'ok
[167 years old as of now]
- Keltishnan
[165 years old as of now]
- Ûktinian
[165 years old as of now]
- Sekran'in
[145 years old as of now]
- John
[134 years old as of now]

Pet[s]
[Back at home]
-Seturian
[Chalûndÿ]
-Krinon
[Zaggiroth]
-Kesho
[Hellfire Ibex]

Current Mate: Kralos

Past Mates:
-5th and 6th lives: Cross

Child[ren]:
-[Unnamed]
[Unborn; remains in the womb for the time being]

Personality

Callous
Showing or having an insensitive and cruel disregard for others.
The Dark One would be found dwelling in the spacious lobby of the large, titanium-plated space-craft, head low and tail arced over her back limply. Her hackles and frills laid flat across her flanks and back helplessly and seemingly lifelessly, and she swung her mass around heavily with each, meticulous step she took. It was not a drastic change in her size, but somewhat noticeable as she made her way for the corridor, lips drawn back in a snarl and blazing optics narrowed as she differed to keep other lifeforms away from her. Any presence would be snarled at, unless a close friend of course. If anything were to be pointed out or gestured at, the creature would merely ignore it in brutality with her tail lashing behind her as she entered the massive corridor aimlessly.

Compassionate; Merciful
Feeling or showing sympathy and concern for others; showing or exercising mercy.
Wake up. The sweet voice rang through her head, and, gradually, the seer's eyes slowly blinked open and she found herself staring up at the roof of the greenhouse. As the brilliant rays of starlight shafted down across the garden, the dust seemed to dance like little specks in the breeze that swiveled about; and the trees seemed to tower over all else, casting looming shadows in the direction of the farthest and darkest corner in the room. If you were a true demon at heart, one may notice constant whispers floating on the wind from that area, but if you were not, all would be silent. Rising slowly to her feet, the creature looked around and blinked, jot slightly agape. She trotted wearily across the grass and through the forest 'path' of towering trees as she made her way towards the door, tail sweeping the floor and frills upright like a one-thrust action of opening an umbrella. Opening the doors slowly, she entered the corridors and looked around slowly, eyes narrowed in thought with hackles bristling. Letting the silence drone in on the eeriness of the abandoned club, the creature settled back down on the floor comfortably. The seer sighed, apparatus flared with the intake and outtake of breath. she guttered bluntly, scratching the back of her head with a talon and setting the glass on the floor carefully. Her tail twisted across the tile to creep up to the behemoth's flank, furled blade resting by her side meticulously. Her voice was tinged with amusement, eyes blinking open to stare at the golden kistune blankly. With a sigh, the beast's hackles bristled and her frills raised skittishly. With that, she rose to her feet slowly and turned towards the counter to face him more thoroughly.

Ignorant; Murderous; Sadistic
Lacking knowledge or awareness in general - uneducated or unsophisticated; capable of or intending to murder - dangerously violent; deriving pleasure from inflicting pain, suffering, or humiliation on others.
she hissed quickly, syllables smashing together like a train-wreck. he snerked, quite childish in behavior as he laughed like a maniac and pranced about. Shard snapped, frills raised as she followed suit beside the others and continued to spit out insults. The red and black beast seemed to continue to laugh away, much like Nuka from the Lion King as he stalked the group that surrounded him. he spat at Kralos, reeling backwards as he was leapt upon. the wind seemed to whisper, the doors thrown open by a strong gust of wind which was then followed suit by more rampant animals. the beasts whispered in return, continuing to maul down the enemies as the trio approached the throne. he shouted - quite insane - before he was hit bluntly by the red prince. What happened next would be decided by the trio, as they had him down to the ground. The sickening shadow just smiled with eyes narrowed, quite like the insane devil he was. His breath staggered out before his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he went completely limp - breathless and lifeless. Spearhead embedded in the creature's chest, it preformed a very odd display after the silence had prevailed. The noise of the fighting around them seemed to go completely silent, the bodies rushing by as if they were zipping at each other in hyperdrive. The devil's body emitted a dark mist, which crept across the floor until it reached the light, sizzling out of existence. His body, however, broke into blocks, and those blocks continued to break down until the entire body had vanished. Many Ziatris and other animals crept into the temple room, the fighting done, and Cross standing with his silhouette outlined in the stained glass window above the throne. he countered, voice sharp and unforgiving as he spoke. he questioned Shard, voice tinged with worry and anger and - in sorts - a skittish whine. Shard said nothing, remaining silent and swinging her maw away from his direction and closing her eyes. As Cross hopped to the floor, he trotted over to Shard and scented the air around her, nose wrinkled and facials warped as he spun around to face Kralos. he whined pitifully, voice angered and eyes narrowed.

Wary; Lazy; Silence-Seeker
Feeling or showing caution about possible dangers or problems; unwilling to work or use energy; one who seeks silence of thought and flesh.
Current domain within the lobby of the massive space vessel, the ebony beast would be sleeping on a giant block of about seven couches with room for more. Her talon was mere inches from the remote, jot slightly agape and tongue lolled out over the side of her carnassial as she slept. Her ears were pinned back and loosely flicking to one side with each breath, and her tail lashed occasionally in between such actions. The TV was turned on, to a blank screen with multiple lines of color and an eerie, high-strung screech continuing to be emitted from it as the remote rolled to the floor. Her flanks heaved softly with each breath, large gut placed loosely beside her massive frame when she slept. Other than that, her optics were closed with hackles and frills laid flat against her spinal area with the occasional maraca chorus whenever her hollowed frills slammed into each other.
Trotting across the open ground with the tall grass around them, the creature swung her maw over her shoulder. The Chalûndÿ turned its big eyes to blink at Kralos before hobbling to Shard's other side and running a smooth finger across her apparatus as she snorted. she murmured quietly, ears swiveling and frills raised as the sound of other life forms was audible around the group. Hissing, chattering, cooing, cawing - all of the above. The walls would tower ahead, the massive gates swung open to reveal the inner sanctuary before them. The courtyards were large, various creatures and plants of all types located in there as well. A creature much like a mix between an ibex and a horse towered a few yards from them, snorting and trotting in place as it was tied to its pole. Fresh water - which meant - Without hesitation, Shard picked up her pace a bit and began down the path. One could explore the courtyard for hours, plenty of activities and actions to be done. If one had good eyesight, he or she would be able to spot a large shape many yards ahead of them. It was a mix between a rhino, a tapir, and an elephant - and this beast was not tied. Yet, it blocked the only entrance into the city ahead of them. One would have to choose between fighting it or climbing the massive, slippery walls around them. To choose or not to choose?

[More to be added over time]

Other

Telepathy: Shard has the ability to speak telepathically, meaning, she does not use her mouth, but her mind. She will not silence herself upon command or force, but their are certain masses of chemicals/materials/structures/forces that can cause her thoughts to be severed with the world, leaving the AI to let her words drift in cyber-space until the blockade is removed. This can cause rampancy on occasion.

Anatomical Structure:
-Six legs, long body.
-Black eyes with white irises; no visible pupil unless due to will.
-Nine, pointed frills along her head-frame; a display or defense or pride.
-Ears that are long and pointed, much like an elf or Neko.
-Tucerian; the native word for the tubing that lines their neck and flanks; this is filled with extra blood, a lot of it, and is very sensitive at touch. One of a Ziatris' most vulnerable points.
-Chillinic plating lining her back - much like Mongolian horse-back armor but much stronger; more or less like steel plates along her back and upper neck and flanks.
-A long, sleek tail with a sharp blade on the end, used for multiple purposes such as: "Killing prey/enemies/annoyances, a show or display of pride and dignity of the tribe they are from, defense, ect."
-Apparatus; or apparatuses, persay, due to the fact that there are two of them along her neck. Right below the Tucerian along both sides of her neck and right before the shoulder are two, large holes. They can be closed or flared by will, and lead through a maze or labyrinth of air passages before they reach her lungs. She has three lunges, the two main leading to the apparatuses and the singular leading to her nasal and mouth passages.
-Two stomachs, she has. Yoda. This allows her to eat a native food called 'Terunklin', which is made out of mud, rock, and other hard minerals dug from the sandy depths thousands of feet below the Capitol. A delicacy served only to the Royals.
-Retractable claws; she has four claws on each foot, which are shaped like a mix between a parrot's and a falcon's talons. Her four front feet have retractable claws, but the back two do not.
-Hackles, lion's mane; it lines her back like a poofy banner, and she can raise or flatten it like a sail at will, depending on her suppressing moods or defensive postures.

Strengths:
-Fire; ziatris can stand temperatures up to 367 degrees Fahrenheit due to their environment on Centauri A - the planet located next to Alpha Centauri, which is 75,000 degrees hotter than Earth's sun.
-Hand-on-hand duels; her natural abilities suit her best, and that's what she's lived with for her entire life of war and bounties.
-Fear; she seeks to kill those with great fear of her - only due to the fact she fears being killed herself.
-Electricity; she is cybernetic, allowing her to connect with electric objects and use them as she pleases. Ale the TV for example - if she were sitting across the room and Chell had the remote, she could remotely turn on the TV or control it any way she liked.

Weaknesses:
-Ice or the cold; anything under 56 degrees Fahrenheit will almost instantly put a ziatris into a deep sleep/coma until the temperature rises to about 100 again. Anything below 30 degrees with kill them slowly and painfully.
-Other cybernetics; this proves a danger to her, and she prefers to either befriend or steer clear of such threats. Anything to stay alive. []
-Weapon-versus-freehand battles. Weapons have proven most difficult for her, unless it be a gun. Depending on the weapon, she would either flee at sight or huddle up like an armadillo with her chillinic armor bared against such threats.

[More to be added later]

Roleplay Example

It was a strange feeling, and she tilted her head curiously, swinging her head about 47 degrees to eyes the plant from the corner of her peripheral vision curiously. Apparatus flared with the sudden intake and outtake, she shifted her stance slightly and swung her maw towards the drawing momentarily before feeling his contact to her facials again. she mused, tail dropping limp in the grass behind her. she murred softly, resting her chin on his shoulder for a moment. After a few heartbeats filled with both wonder and curiosity, the creature let her jot hang slightly agape with the simple shake of her head with a smile across her jot. Her voice edged with calmness, swept over her telepathy like a double-edged sword stuck in the stone. Talons feeling the grass ripple around her ankles as her emotions were constrained, she merely reached forward to attempt to embrace him in a slight hug. -Taken from, "A Ziatris' Journal : Chapter 2 : Kralos"

An ebony frame swept silently through one of the many, spacious corridors twining through the ship like a keyboard's internal panel as they were strewn together and giving access to the multiple rooms amidst the ship. Phalanges tensed painfully, talons clicking against the floor with claws unsheathed, the massive creature would make her tedious way for the space vessel's enormous lobby for her own haven. A stark entrance awaited her, head swinging left and right as her optics were able to peer around the doorframe's titanium edges; this was slowly followed by her entire shape, muscular skin rippling with each, powerful step she took during her aimless stride. The silent, introverted animal made her way to one of the many, plumy couches in the lobby, throwing her glistening form upon the soft furniture piece and settling down comfortably. Her weight had increased, only by a bit, in the last few weeks - one of the many facts she let slip through the cracks in her cerebrum and out her ear, usually not in the mood to take such an impact on her energy-ridden cranial. A talon would stretched out to grab the remote, four-toes phalange struggling to press the buttons and get it to a proper channel of her own liking. -Taken from, "A Ziatris' Journal : Chapter 4 : Children - Little demons indeed".

Music Themes

Main Theme

On a side note, this took me about forty-five minutes to whip up, and I hope you enjoyed - reading the - massive column of paragraphs I provided. This will be updated often and the picture will be changed shortly, I messed up on the line art and other crap.

Kindest Regards,
~WhiteWolfEclipse

Shard and the Ziatris race © ~WhiteWolfEclipse
Space-Garden and Scenarios © *Xurnam and *LeadHeart787