#xiaron

[divinequeenmelmedarda]

In this house we ship wifeys leaders of underground criminal organizations Xu Xialing and Sharon Carter. Long life to Xiaron

[toomanyfantrolls]

Xiaron: Exist(Closed)

>Walk around, making sure your thin-framed glasses don't fall off your face as you walk

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OPEN

>Xiaron: Visit the charred remains of your old cliff cave hive, staring at the little rock-and-wood grave you had made for your unfortunate Lusus

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open: Landed

>You sigh and lay back on the grass, staring up at the sky as the rain poured over you. You knew in your head what this strange new land was called, and you whispered it to yourself. "Land of Birds and Rain," you sighed, watching the birds of your land fly overhead. The land had a wonderfully gray back light to it. The birds overhead were of varying sizes, each of them emitting a unique trilling call. You sighed, feeling the muddy ground soak the back of your clothing to the skin. It felt oddly calming, though you knew you would regret it later. But for now, you were content to stare at the gray sky and watch the rain put spots on your glasses.

You fiddled with your computer/watch, keeping your eyes on the sky

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Xiaron sighed. Her eyes, half-lidded and droopy, were dull from lack of sleep. Her clothing hung loosely on her frame. She walked with a dejected half-limp, holding up her bleeding hand as she went for the nth band-aid. Her hair lay long, lank, and tangled. Her whole frame just seemed to ooze neglect.

She leaned on the counter, her hands on either side of the sink, staring into the mirror through her stone grey eyes. Her thin eyebrows arched with the effort of keeping her eyes open. The mint color that flowed through her body trickled from the scrape on her knuckle left by her teeth.