#thebookofeclipse

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It doesn’t hurt at all! It’s not even uncomfortable. It’s sort of like how those dinosaurs with the hard heads existed once in your world…? I guess? Except for my skull is outside and my squishy stuff is inside. Mom’s been wondering what I might look like if my skull was covered in… Well, stuff.

I guess I’ve been wondering that too…

(8/10)

(OCs used (hope the creators don't mind) :

ariadnaskyandmaddie's OC, Maddie

19. If you could change your eye color, would you? 

Nope! I have a really nice minty, olive green which I love. Plus green eyes in general are not that common, so that’s even more reason to keep it.  

24. What are you sitting on right now? 

A computer chair. 

44. What’s the best part about school? 

thebookofeclipse

[[WARNING THERE IS A LITTLE BIT OF NSFW IN THIS PICTURE i’M SORRY]]

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12775162/

[[It’s not actually finished yet, and there are a few changes, like how his wing membranes actually go further down his back, extending onto his tail to give them more surface area to make gliding actually possible… but it’s the best visual reference i have right now, until i finish it. Also sorry again for the naughty thing on the right! >////< ]]

[[In case you couldn’t guess i figured i’d just dump him into the starting area of Journey… i haven’t figured out why yet, but i’m sure i’ll come up with something eventually~.]]

Eclipse panted heavily as he trudged through the shifting sands, sweeping one hand up over his head to brush his sweat-slicked hair out of his eyes again. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been walking through this blasted, endless desert, but he was long past being sick of sand, sun, sand, wind, sand and sun. Oh and also sand. Did he mention sand yet?

Yelping loudly, he lost his balance on the shifting dunes and began a long, flailing tumble to the bottom of a large hill, cussing and complaining the entire way down.

"Sassafrashing-" *oof* "pineapple-" *oof* "kaleidoscoping" *oof!* "jamboree fueled dingleberry-" *ackpftt!* "TWITCH BASED PLATFORMING FARFANOODLES!!” *spluffft*

Face-down in the sand at the bottom of the dune, he grumbled to himself as he just laid there for a little while, finally rolling onto his back and spitting out a mouthful of sand so he could breathe properly.

"This… sucks. One moment i’m back at home in my cozy little cave, fast asleep in my bed… the next i wake up in a giant desert with nothing but my nightshirt and a splitting headache.”

Struggling to his feet, he started brushing sand off of his oversized, thigh-length grey nightshirt, unrolling the long sleeves until they hung a foot past his hands, shaking the persistent grains out from the folds until he was satisfied he was free of their tickly, itchy grasp. Holding one hand up to his eyes, he shaded them from the sun as best he could, scanning the horizon, looking for some kind of landmark… wait was that movement? Narrowing his eyes, he leaned forwards a little, barely able to make out anything despite his great vision.

"Is that… a flag?" It wasn’t exactly the right shape for a flag… but it was waving in the wind, fluttering weakly up into the air as if somehow flowing against gravity. Whatever it was, it was the first piece of non-sand he’d seen in hours, and it was his new destination. Taking a long deep breath, he set his shoulders and started the long slog through the dunes towards the pale, swaying ribbon of cloth in the distance.

A fair distance away from Eclipse, a flash of red could be seen ducking behind a sand dune, shifting the sand around them with a soft sssssh. Whoever it was, they were failing quite a bit at being sneaky, as you could see a long scarf trailing behind them, glowing faintly with power. Following them was a small piece of cloth, floating unhelpfully above their position. Noticing this, the figure chastised the sentient cloth with a wave of his claw.

╦ Piiiiiiiiing, get on down here! We’re tryin’ t’ be sneaky here, and you flying in plain sight is not helpful at all! ╦

The cloth fish, Ping, floated slightly lower with a tinkling chirp, sounding contrite. Ruta sighed and patted the creature gently.

╦ Ah, ‘s fine, ‘s fine. Jus’ be mindful, ‘kay? We’re on a mission here! ╦

The ‘mission’, which involved the spotting of a weird creature, and the tailing of said creature. The Rythulian has never seen something like this in his life, and he’s seen some pretty awesome things! It walked like he did, and yet it was nothing like he was. It seemed spiky and fuzzy and it had wings for some reason? Like the War Machines, but not so stone-like. It was a puzzle, and Ruta was determined to solve it.

(The thought that it might be dangerous never really crossed his mind, so focused on the creature was he.)