The Summoner, who will from here on out be referred to either as that, Rufio, or Goalpost, flopped onto a pile of cushions in his respiteblock much like a spoiled child, his wings - reminiscent of those of a Promethea Moth in hue - spread as wide as they could so that they would not crumble under his weight.
The room itself was an overall brown hue, the same as the blood that flowed through his veins. In one corner was situated a recuperacoon, though it was useless due to his massive, crazily oversized horns. The walls themselves were mostly bare of decoration, only having a few little drawings that had been given to him by Tavros, and one poster of Pupa Pan. Who wouldn’t like him? That troll was a legend. Even if it was fake.
Though the room itself was small - heck, along with the rest of the hive - his neighbor’s (or should he say, relative’s) was much larger, so he spent much of his time there, despite the large yard space that came with his. Besides, said yard was full of animals. No need to enclose them in a paddock. He was confident enough in his ability that they would not stray far.
((More will be added when I am not in danger of being kicked off the computer. I’m sorry—))
