Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20181029004213/@comment-30014014-20181124055849

A singular heavy breath phases out of Zafiah's crimson lips, Her rigid body loosens up, finally given to relaxation. Her tail stretches as far as it can. Once illuminated, now it smolders, cold to the touch, prone to attention.

It coils around her, to simply allow the Glav to inspect the tip. It has been a while since their travel. The metal that usually shine in its deep cobalt is dull, awashed by opacity, causing the fighter to look down at it with a slight disappointment.

Looking around, she spots a pair of rocks perfectly bathing in the relative sun. With a strong jab, she punctures the biggest one in a surgical manner as to avoid breaking the thing entirely.

As quick as she jabbed, her hand returns to her with the much sought bounty a cluster of pebbles. They seem to inhabit some basic ores, good eough for the Glav that starts chowing down on them. The sound of her teeth crunching down the minerals can be compared to one eating a cripsy dish.

As she nourishes herself on the stone diet, her tail, specifically the cobalt segments, start glowing once more akin to a furnace fed in an overdue manner with coal and heat. Steam rushes out of her horns as a chimney working overtime.

Remi, who by then was sitting over some more stone, noticed her bountiful feast. In a flash, his censur is present, by his side. A cycle the two had anointed themselves in, he awaits her finition.