[hr][center][color=808B96][color=8493ca][h2][b]X e l l[/b][/h2][/color]Southeastern Mir [b]-[/b] The Fall[/color][/center]
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Xell continued to bury his face flat into the withered wooden surface of the table. Blinking morbidly, despite it appearing that he was asleep. Perhaps not even acquainted with the real around him.

He could see the ground through the slits of the table’s occlusal surface. He’d shuffle his feet every now and again. Trying to chase traces of moonlight with his toes.

He had heard some muffling conversation in the background which appeared to resonate between the newcomer Panda guru and the Youth. He had no idea what conversation was taking a hold.

He was too preoccupied from his oppressive symptoms that the half-life of the drugs had brought with the discension process. Including shivering aggressively, skin impaling beneath loose grey scales, and his temporal arteries bulging from an incoming headache.

He wasn’t too sure how long his mental state had been decaying in this one spot. Breathing heavily, he stopped when he had this strange feeling he wasn’t quite alone anymore.

Somehow, he could feel someone was suddenly watching him. And then he heard that fractious tone.

“Why can’t you do something, fok.”

The Draconi rolled his head to one side morbidly. By that time, all he could see was the back of a pink hoody and a limp walk disappearing farther and farther away.

“Did he really just do that?!” The dragon sneered with protruded canines as he hoisted his torso up with hands against the surface of the table.

As Xell jumped on the seat and hopped off to land to the ground deftly, he started following the Youth. A deoxygenated purple hue colouring the bags under his eyes as the irises started to bleed red again.

[i]It seems you’re becoming agitated[/i]. That monotoned voice spoke through his thoughts again. Almost like a Psychiatrist who was telling off a troublesome patient.

“Agitated? YOU BET I’M AGITATED!” Xell practically yelled. 

The Draconi stopped. Peering up to the skies before turning around 360 as if to chase his own tail which was dragging on the floor. Somehow, the thought occurred to him to try and find this entity.

[i]One day you’ll find me.[/i] the grey reptile felt stabbed by this thought criminal, eyes neurotically twitching from the violations in his head [i]and so will the rest of the group…[/i]

The Draconi shook his head furiously before storming off further towards the Otter child. Stopping just short before them as he noted Nikki trying to make conversation with him.

[i]Don’t be so harsh on the vagabond. Are you really going to bite the hand that leant you a torch, so that you could seek refuge from the rain earlier?[/i]

“This is the reward I get in this glowing afterlife?!” Xell demanded incredulously, eyes directed towards the air above him. He gasped when he suddenly realised where he was standing. And realised what he said may have been heard out loud by the Nekomi and the Youth. 

“What do you expect me to do?” Xell demanded, answering the Youth’s earlier question as his eyes faded back to their former azure colour. His natural eye colour not the same tone of blue it used to be. He clenched and unclenched his fists. 
"I can't control what's happened."

He looked down on a piece of paper the Youth was holding. Some sort of a map it seemed. Not the most professionally crafted one he had ever seen. He recognised the Fall on the map, but that was about it. Everything else orbiting the origin they were in was completely alien.
"Nikki, you could do with some art lessons."