*In a quiet grove of truffula and date trees in the Nexus sits a large, bipedal bird-person, knees tucked beneath its chin, eyes closed, tracing geometric shapes and curlicues in the dust with its fingertips. Periodically, those bright-black eyes blink open briefly, following those who pass nearby. If anyone seeks a word with the self-described ( Read more... )

Post here and I will tell you what Kian'shar thinks of your pup.

*There are places in the Nexus hewn of old stone, where motes of dust dance in errant sunbeams and the air is cool with the weight of untold years. It is to one such place that Kian'shar comes now.*