October's Clan

yeah sure give me 999999 gem please :habby:

You always have a Shadow nest from me, as long as they're not occupied already :) Happy to host. Cheers

Yes, I just consulted from frfrfr and the method is the same!:D

Yes, I just consulted from frfrfr and the method is the same!:D

Of course haha, I have already learned about the payment method of rlc, and I will come to ask you when I have time!XD

Poor Oct who make a false start just one second.(´･･)ﾉ(._.`)

Hi!!I will open 5 custom skin slots on FR time 14:00 March 22nd, so I inform you in advance by leaving a message.Please don't miss the time. It's okay if you don't need it temporarily!:D

i love your dragons!

💜💛 nya wakes up with a headache. how is that even possible? she's still very small. sometime during the night, she had slipped from her branch and pooled onto a flower. then potentially ate most of the flower. maybe. she nibbles the stem. yep. those are her bite marks. valain would never let her live it down if she caught nya willingly eating flowers. she'll find... better things to eat. berries? there have to be berries here.

valain sighs into her morning tea. she had wished upon yesterday's shooting star to bring her nyanya home, but nothing special has happened yet! ah well, it's still a beautiful day to go outside for a walk~

the berries are sour and hard. the leaves are woody and bitter. the grass is dry and tasteless. looks like she's retained her human sense of taste. annoying. nya sinks to the bottom of a small puddle for a good sulk. then, someone has the audacity to step on her. ok, they probably couldn't see her, but still! not ok! she'll get them :madi:

💛💜 they say a shooting star during the day is a bad omen. evren doesn't ascribe anything to superstition, but the event is unusual. the local news reported a weather satellite had failed and entered atmosphere. evren thinks there's more to it. these things are well-maintained, and even a substantial hit by debris wouldn't cause such a light show. ah well, he's trying to lie low. it's probably not worth investigating.

as hardy as nya is, she's not immune to damage. the thing in her had woken up somewhere in between nya burning up in atmosphere and her passing out. it's nice to know that between the two of them, there's some self-preservation left. unfortunately, she's now as insubstantial as a shadow and minuscule. all of her could pool into the palm of a hand. when she wished to get smaller, this not what she meant! tch. changing her size or form seems beyond her right now. she might have to eat to get bigger. but what? whatever. she'll figure it out after a nice... long... nap.

💜💛 evren checks his messages. none on this beautiful sunny morning. it's nice to know he can enjoy this latte in peace. ahhh, that hits the spot. valain isn't as relaxed. she's staring longingly out of the window. evren can sympathize. on his first long-term stakeout, he was much like this. idly, he wonders whether nya will even want to come. it's not as if they've made for good company these past few years. his thoughts are interrupted by a - is that a meteor streaking through the sky?

ok, nya may have miscalculated. should she have tried to traverse space and time when she was this distracted from her recent excursion? probably not. did she do it anyways? yes. she's in space, above the planet she meant to land on. oh, she arrived in the path of a satellite with no time to react. the result? a huge explosion. and now she's free-falling through the upper layers of atmosphere. and she's on fire. probably. everything is orange and white. ow. this was a really stupid decision.

💛💜 nya is sure the trees are not hiding an ambush. she checks just in case. nothing. then what's tripping off her paranoia? precisely nothing. nya wraps around the nearest tree in consternation. she startles several sleeping birds off of their perches. they cheep irritably at her. heh. like mini-darens. inexplicably, nya finds herself missing the loud company she had prior. tch. just what is wrong with her now? she needs to sleep, is all. the trip wore her out.

morning does not bring her relief. memories rise unbidden as she carefully explores what she now knows to be the forest near her first home. here, a tree she climbed. there, a stream she waded across to chase a rabbit. bird songs of past and present mingle as nya fights down bitter regret. she should have never left. she needs to leave. she doesn't want to. nya sulks. valain was always better at this... sentimental stuff. whatever. valain won't see this. so.

... ok, nya is never arranging flowers ever again. goodbye, lanar.