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MESSAGE RECORDED 23:01 ON 56^39^124-blocked- UNKNOWN.
Hi.
I'll share some personal philosophy with you: I think introductions are unnecessary. If you can't be recognized on sight, if your life is so average and gray that you can't be so distinguished from the rest of the morose and stinking population of this horrible world that you require an introduction, then you shouldn't be walking around.
Just some personal philosophy.
And now I'm going to be a hypocrite and introduce myself, just because you might not know me yet. I think someday you will. So for future reference:
Hi.
My name is Xehr.
I'm going to save the world.
Whatever judgment you've made about me after hearing that first part, throw it away right now. I don't like the world's view of me to be clouded with bias.
I see a lot of things I don't like in the world. I think we all do. The difference between you and I is that I'm the one that's going to do something about what I don't like. You can do something too.
Just stop. Think for a minute, will you? Consider what you're doing. That's what I ask. Consider what you're doing and consider what I'm doing: trying to save you. Throw away morality and justifiability and all of that. I ask you to throw away your judgments about me and then I want you to answer a question: which one of us is working for the better of the world?
Aha. I suppose that seems a little melodramatic. Well, I live a melodramatic life. Just yesterday I...
No. Nevermind. That isn't important. I try to keep excess information to a minimum when I speak, for better or worse.
Which makes me a hypocrite again, because I'm standing here projecting my hopes and dreams into the still air and no one in particular and I can't even get to my point.
So here's my point. Society is sick. Society is a malignant tumor, and the cure for any tumor is more poison. Is that what'll eventually save us all? A cup of poison dressed up to look like orange juice or cola or whatever even though you just have to look at it to see that it's poison?
...
That doesn't make sense, does it? Poison curing poison? Isn't it funny how you don't ever notice how ridiculous some things are until you're standing at the precipice of death and darkness and none of it matters any more?
And see, I'm rambling again. This time, I'll...
...no. See, society is diseased, and...
...I'm sorry. I keep losing my train of thought. And society is diseased and I have assessed the presented symptoms and made a dia --
-- no --
-- no --
-- !!!
I'm sorry. I keep losing my train of thought. I think I know why, though. One finds it difficult to keep their ideas together once they've gone mad. And I know I'm mad now, because there is something in front of me, and just to look at it is to go insane...
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MESSAGE RECORDED 23:01 ON 56^39^124-blocked- UNKNOWN.
Hi.
I'll share some personal philosophy with you: I think introductions are unnecessary. If you can't be recognized on sight, if your life is so average and gray that you can't be so distinguished from the rest of the morose and stinking population of this horrible world that you require an introduction, then you shouldn't be walking around.
Just some personal philosophy.
And now I'm going to be a hypocrite and introduce myself, just because you might not know me yet. I think someday you will. So for future reference:
Hi.
My name is Xehr.
I'm going to save the world.
Whatever judgment you've made about me after hearing that first part, throw it away right now. I don't like the world's view of me to be clouded with bias.
I see a lot of things I don't like in the world. I think we all do. The difference between you and I is that I'm the one that's going to do something about what I don't like. You can do something too.
Just stop. Think for a minute, will you? Consider what you're doing. That's what I ask. Consider what you're doing and consider what I'm doing: trying to save you. Throw away morality and justifiability and all of that. I ask you to throw away your judgments about me and then I want you to answer a question: which one of us is working for the better of the world?
Aha. I suppose that seems a little melodramatic. Well, I live a melodramatic life. Just yesterday I...
No. Nevermind. That isn't important. I try to keep excess information to a minimum when I speak, for better or worse.
Which makes me a hypocrite again, because I'm standing here projecting my hopes and dreams into the still air and no one in particular and I can't even get to my point.
So here's my point. Society is sick. Society is a malignant tumor, and the cure for any tumor is more poison. Is that what'll eventually save us all? A cup of poison dressed up to look like orange juice or cola or whatever even though you just have to look at it to see that it's poison?
...
That doesn't make sense, does it? Poison curing poison? Isn't it funny how you don't ever notice how ridiculous some things are until you're standing at the precipice of death and darkness and none of it matters any more?
And see, I'm rambling again. This time, I'll...
...no. See, society is diseased, and...
...I'm sorry. I keep losing my train of thought. And society is diseased and I have assessed the presented symptoms and made a dia --
-- no --
-- no --
-- !!!
I'm sorry. I keep losing my train of thought. I think I know why, though. One finds it difficult to keep their ideas together once they've gone mad. And I know I'm mad now, because there is something in front of me, and just to look at it is to go insane...
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|| NAME: Xehr de Djuhleit (Zey-urr dee Da - juh - lett)|| ALIASES: WORKER.994, Tekxhap.
|| GENDER: Male
|| AGE: 54 K.E.A. (Equivalent to late twenties.)
|| HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 6'4", 170 lbs.
|| I.Q.: ???
|| PERSONALITY: Extremely strong-minded and self-confident. Suffers from an extreme case of hubris. Though he tries to appear as in charge of everything as possible, often times he's running on fumes and has no idea where he's going to go next. Rarely plans things out in advance; his signature unpredictability could save or kill him depending on the circumstances.
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The planet where Xehr lives is known as Kharn, but also as Kharnis and Khaertu, depending on who you ask.Kharn was created by the demigod Abhis some time after the planet Erius was destroyed. It's hard to say exactly when it was born because when Erius was destroyed, it threw the space-time continuum out of whack and practically destroyed its entire dimension for a while. However, Abhis, who was floating around in the space between dimensions and getting very bored indeed, decided he would not stand for that sort of thing and got to piecing the old thing back together.
The first thing he did was try to recreate Erius, which he did by taking the old timestring-helix (an infinite loop on which time travels, made up of many smaller strings, each representing a consciousness) from Erius and tying a planet to it. But Abhis was still exhausted from trying to save Erius when it still had anything left to save, and another demigod named Draeval had put some restrictions on his power since he left the planet...anyway, he didn't do a perfect job. The planet kind of fell apart after a couple millennia (which is a blink of an eye for Abhis, who was extremely disappointed) and became what it is today: a chunk of barren, lava-covered rock garnished with a poisonous atmosphere and acid rain.
There are two sections of Kharn: the surface, which is known generally as Djuhleit, and the air above the clouds, which is known generally as Madreas. Above the clouds (the beginning of stratosphere) has the cleanest air on Kharn, which is still pretty bad air but breathable by the creatures that live there. Most of the population of Madreas (made up largely of Arvians and aerial Heralder lizards) live in ornate castles and temples on the tops of the immense Kharnic mountain ranges that poke their heads above the clouds. Living above the clouds is generally considered to be a better life than living below, but to compare the two would be like comparing living like the Queen of England to living like the homeless on the street. Henceforth generally Madreas people don't like to associate with Djuhleit people, and vice versa.
Xehr lives down on the surface, which is a horrible place filled with lava and frequently-erupting volcanoes. However, being a Heralder lizard Xehr can withstand temperatures of up to 4000°F and even come into contact with molten lava (albeit not for a very extended period of time) without suffering injury. The bandages on his design represent places where he's sustained burns as a result of prolonged exposure to lava.
So now that you know the where and the when, I suppose you'll want to know the who. And then maybe we can get to the why and how. But we'll have to see how it goes.

Akunne
One of the strangest things I've ever seen or met. Definitely alien, maybe even from the same place as the Pantheon. What this means for our future prospects, I can only guess/fear at.In physicality, she's fluid, and this is a gross understatement. I'm largely suspicious of the possibility that she has been masquerading recently as a well-known near-celebrity in the upper echelons of Madreas society. Said figure is a mutated Arvian by the name Nnukae. It didn't take me long to figure out that was an anagram for 'Akunne' -- the only thing keeping me from certainty is the question of what her motive behind this move might be. Anyway, I have no way or desire of finding out for sure, and I wouldn't want to travel to Madreas anyway.
In closing, ah...I'm sure I can attribute most of my recent disadvantages to her, but also most of my recent victories, and I'm not really sure which takes precedence over the other. In any case, it's good she's on my side and not tanother.

Laurianna de Djuhleit
I don't know why I'm expected to write about her -- she died a half century before I was born. Anyway, I don't really know a lot about her life other than what I've heard in stories...you didn't really peg me for the history buff type, did you?She discovered the Tunnel, that's all I know. She was an Abbas avatar too, so I guess I know that. The Church says she died valiantly fighting for the cause or something equally ridiculous. From what I've heard, the gods picked her off before she even got close. But I wouldn't be alive if my parents hadn't wanted a kid to groom into a top-class Searcher (aha), so I guess I can thank her for that.
...I heard she was a real jerk too. Fought with her teammates all the time, etc. Not that I can blame her, born into a reality like that. That's what I'm trying to stop.
It would have been interesting to meet her. Ask her why she believed the things she did, why she did the things she did. Ulterior motives. Etc.

The Pantheon
The Pantheon refers to the gods Abhas, Tekh, and Lhoon, who were believed to have created Kharn a million or a hundred million years ago. A really long time ago.Anyway, it's not that I don't believe that they made this world or anything; it's not like that. I just think the Church's utter and unending faith in them is unfounded and ridiculous. If I was them, I would have left this godforsaken (did you see what I did there) piece of rock a long, long time ago. What kind of god would rot in the boiling center of a fragmented planet just to watch over a bunch of lizards and mutant birds? And if they were, why would they want us to bring them 'gifts', which is here taken to mean rocks and occasionally cloth? If you think about, if you honestly think about it, it should all just seem a little too...suspicious.
Character Summary --
It's kind of hard to explain Xehr's character without also explaining all the backstory surrounding Kharn, so here's a little bit of rambly explanation. Sorry if it doesn't quite make sense yet -- obviously this isn't even close to my real petpage app yet and this will probably be retyped at least twice if not more because Speck is a loser. :B
Xehr lives on a planet named Kharn, which was created by the demigod Abhis after the destruction of Erius, another planet. There is a lot of myth and mystery concerning the creation of the planet although most of it is made up by the Church, which worships the god Abbas and his two angels Tekh and Lhoon. I suppose you can guess who those guys are. :0
Anyway the Church of Our Father is pretty much the only religion on Kharn, and so pretty much the entire population follows it. There are also these things called avatars, which are kind of passive puppets of the gods. They don't really have any cool superpowers, (they do have some unique advantages over the rest of the people, but that's not really important for now) but they are trained from early childhood by the Church to be the guardians/protectors of the world. There are three avatars at a time, one for each god. When an avatar dies another is immediately born somewhere on the planet, although it may take a while for an avatar to 'manifest', or realize their godly status.
All the trouble starts with this wendigo named Akunne. A wendigo is a sort of monster-creature that causes disruptions in time...it's complicated and would take too long to explain here. So Akunne crashes on the planet in this sort of asteroid-ship thing that is another story entirely. The whole thing is very shady and ends up creating a rift in the space-time continuum, which is not good. The combination of the rift and the force of the impact create a kind of tunnel/passageway to the center of the earth where the gods reside (actually they spend all their time playing cards. It gets boring down there). This tunnel is later discovered by the then-current team of avatars, Laurianna de Djuhleit, Skyhrrior de Madreas, and Remanoe de Luen. The gods see them coming down the tunnel and kind of freak out and Teke ends up just killing them before they get anywhere, but the Church goes ahead and makes a grand debacle out of it claiming they discovered the existence of the gods, died a hero's death, etc. if you guys can find the tunnel you'll meet the gods and get all your wishes granted SO GO LOOK FOR IT NOW. :B
That was kind of the worst possible thing they could have done, because now they have a bunch of peasants/stoopid everyday people crawling all over a time rift and generally messing up the world. People spending so much time around the rift begin to mutate and then these mutations breed together, etc. to create new subspecies. It also serves to create a whole bunch of avatars at once, which isn't good because it upsets the balance of time even more and just escalates the whole thing, which is pretty much a gigantic disaster at this point. And still no one has found the tunnel even though they're all sitting pretty much on top of it.
About fifty years after Lauri + crew die, a wyvern Heralder lizard (a mutation that gives Heralders wings instead of arms, which is actually handy) named Xehr de Djuhleit is born. (No relation to Lauri; Kharnic surnames are based off the general area where you live.) Xehr lives a fairly ordinary childhood for this time, although to look at it from through unbiased eyes it would seem exceedingly strange. He grows up with a pair of devout Churchgoer parents who try to force him into the religion and just end up making him hate it with every fiber of his being; he ends up not believing in any of the Church stuff at all. When he's old enough (around ten in human years) he's sent off to a Hive, which is kind of like a boarding school but...worse. A Hive is supposed to teach young Heralders how to become Searchers when they grow up (a Searcher, obviously, is someone who spends their lives searching for the tunnel) but since Xehr is an athiest and doesn't believe any of the tunnel crap (even though it's true in this case OTL) he ends up becoming a messenger lizard instead. However, when he hits adolescence he finds out he's a Teke avatar which is just moar OTL again. His parents, of course, are overjoyed, which makes Xehr dislike it all the more.
Eventually he decides to go looking for the tunnel not because he actually believes it's there, but because it's the only way he can get enough money from his parents to get out of where he currently lives. He also is a little curious in the back of his mind and thinks it might be interesting to meet the god who he supposedly is a mortal manifestation of. :0 Along the way he meets a couple interesting people and a couple interesting things happen, but none of that really matters in the general story arc so I'll just pass over it for now.
Ironically enough Xehr does happen upon the entrance of the tunnel and finds Akunne there, laughing her head off at the world and picking her teeth with a shin bone. It turns out there were some other people who discovered the tunnel prior to Xehr, but Akunne knew he was coming (wendigos exist in liminal time, which among other things means they can see the future in a way) and knew if the tunnel became public Xehr never would have come. Akunne gives Xehr a whole spiel about how 'he's speshul and important and awesome, etc.' and since wendigos can make you believe anything they tell you Xehr goes along with the story and ends up getting really excited about Akunne's plan to 'save the world'. And this is where the fun really starts.
Akunne then tells him that the gods do exist, but he was not an idiot for refusing to go along with the Church. She tells him the gods and their followers are like a disease upon the planet, filling it with lies and falsities and generally just stinking up the place. :0 She tells him if the Church and all their followers were to be, say, removed from the picture the world would just generally be a happier place.
Her wendigo sparklemagics still work on Xehr, but being strong-minded, etc. he still has a little bit of doubt. Are you suggesting something like mass murder, he asks?
Oh no, Akunne replies, nothing like that. No citizen of Kharn will ever have to die. The solution is really quite simple. We kill theBatman gods. Then we show the world that they were silly to believe in weak gods who can be cast down by a mortal's hand. And after that, who knows...
Xehr fills in with: I'll be the one who saved the world :D!
And yeah that's not good. :B After this a number of things happen including Xehr accidentally starting the plague that destroyed Erius again and Akunne being silly. Also guest cameos from Abhis + Teke + Draeval + Ligh Goldenhearts!
It's kind of hard to explain Xehr's character without also explaining all the backstory surrounding Kharn, so here's a little bit of rambly explanation. Sorry if it doesn't quite make sense yet -- obviously this isn't even close to my real petpage app yet and this will probably be retyped at least twice if not more because Speck is a loser. :B
Xehr lives on a planet named Kharn, which was created by the demigod Abhis after the destruction of Erius, another planet. There is a lot of myth and mystery concerning the creation of the planet although most of it is made up by the Church, which worships the god Abbas and his two angels Tekh and Lhoon. I suppose you can guess who those guys are. :0
Anyway the Church of Our Father is pretty much the only religion on Kharn, and so pretty much the entire population follows it. There are also these things called avatars, which are kind of passive puppets of the gods. They don't really have any cool superpowers, (they do have some unique advantages over the rest of the people, but that's not really important for now) but they are trained from early childhood by the Church to be the guardians/protectors of the world. There are three avatars at a time, one for each god. When an avatar dies another is immediately born somewhere on the planet, although it may take a while for an avatar to 'manifest', or realize their godly status.
All the trouble starts with this wendigo named Akunne. A wendigo is a sort of monster-creature that causes disruptions in time...it's complicated and would take too long to explain here. So Akunne crashes on the planet in this sort of asteroid-ship thing that is another story entirely. The whole thing is very shady and ends up creating a rift in the space-time continuum, which is not good. The combination of the rift and the force of the impact create a kind of tunnel/passageway to the center of the earth where the gods reside (actually they spend all their time playing cards. It gets boring down there). This tunnel is later discovered by the then-current team of avatars, Laurianna de Djuhleit, Skyhrrior de Madreas, and Remanoe de Luen. The gods see them coming down the tunnel and kind of freak out and Teke ends up just killing them before they get anywhere, but the Church goes ahead and makes a grand debacle out of it claiming they discovered the existence of the gods, died a hero's death, etc. if you guys can find the tunnel you'll meet the gods and get all your wishes granted SO GO LOOK FOR IT NOW. :B
That was kind of the worst possible thing they could have done, because now they have a bunch of peasants/stoopid everyday people crawling all over a time rift and generally messing up the world. People spending so much time around the rift begin to mutate and then these mutations breed together, etc. to create new subspecies. It also serves to create a whole bunch of avatars at once, which isn't good because it upsets the balance of time even more and just escalates the whole thing, which is pretty much a gigantic disaster at this point. And still no one has found the tunnel even though they're all sitting pretty much on top of it.
About fifty years after Lauri + crew die, a wyvern Heralder lizard (a mutation that gives Heralders wings instead of arms, which is actually handy) named Xehr de Djuhleit is born. (No relation to Lauri; Kharnic surnames are based off the general area where you live.) Xehr lives a fairly ordinary childhood for this time, although to look at it from through unbiased eyes it would seem exceedingly strange. He grows up with a pair of devout Churchgoer parents who try to force him into the religion and just end up making him hate it with every fiber of his being; he ends up not believing in any of the Church stuff at all. When he's old enough (around ten in human years) he's sent off to a Hive, which is kind of like a boarding school but...worse. A Hive is supposed to teach young Heralders how to become Searchers when they grow up (a Searcher, obviously, is someone who spends their lives searching for the tunnel) but since Xehr is an athiest and doesn't believe any of the tunnel crap (even though it's true in this case OTL) he ends up becoming a messenger lizard instead. However, when he hits adolescence he finds out he's a Teke avatar which is just moar OTL again. His parents, of course, are overjoyed, which makes Xehr dislike it all the more.
Eventually he decides to go looking for the tunnel not because he actually believes it's there, but because it's the only way he can get enough money from his parents to get out of where he currently lives. He also is a little curious in the back of his mind and thinks it might be interesting to meet the god who he supposedly is a mortal manifestation of. :0 Along the way he meets a couple interesting people and a couple interesting things happen, but none of that really matters in the general story arc so I'll just pass over it for now.
Ironically enough Xehr does happen upon the entrance of the tunnel and finds Akunne there, laughing her head off at the world and picking her teeth with a shin bone. It turns out there were some other people who discovered the tunnel prior to Xehr, but Akunne knew he was coming (wendigos exist in liminal time, which among other things means they can see the future in a way) and knew if the tunnel became public Xehr never would have come. Akunne gives Xehr a whole spiel about how 'he's speshul and important and awesome, etc.' and since wendigos can make you believe anything they tell you Xehr goes along with the story and ends up getting really excited about Akunne's plan to 'save the world'. And this is where the fun really starts.
Akunne then tells him that the gods do exist, but he was not an idiot for refusing to go along with the Church. She tells him the gods and their followers are like a disease upon the planet, filling it with lies and falsities and generally just stinking up the place. :0 She tells him if the Church and all their followers were to be, say, removed from the picture the world would just generally be a happier place.
Her wendigo sparklemagics still work on Xehr, but being strong-minded, etc. he still has a little bit of doubt. Are you suggesting something like mass murder, he asks?
Oh no, Akunne replies, nothing like that. No citizen of Kharn will ever have to die. The solution is really quite simple. We kill the
Xehr fills in with: I'll be the one who saved the world :D!
And yeah that's not good. :B After this a number of things happen including Xehr accidentally starting the plague that destroyed Erius again and Akunne being silly. Also guest cameos from Abhis + Teke + Draeval + Ligh Goldenhearts!
Alright. You've been patient, I think you deserve this. The why, and the how. Method. Madness. Etc. You'll have to bear with me, though. I'm not the greatest of storytellers. And some things have become unclear. Anyway.
I'll begin.
Nope not done...
If you'd like a Searcher of your own, you're welcome to one of these. Customs only, though. I sure hope you know the rules.
Requests: Closed
Trades: Maybe

Here's some art from the application process. 8)
[ EDIT ]: Homggg thank you so much to all the Neopounders who drew fanart during the last hour for me~! Thank you guys so much~
I'll begin.
It was black out when he left, and the worst kind of black. Everyone knows the kind, maybe if not by mention. It's the kind you find in the places no one wants to go, the kind that pours into your eyes and blinds you, chokes you. It's impossible to keep a light in this kind of black; it ropes and twists and strangles the glow until there is nothing left.
In this midnight ink, he departed.
He reveled in the darkness, he waltzed in its cold grip. It was a welcome and lucky strike. Nothing could have concealed him as well as this.
He didn't want anyone to know. He didn't want anyone to know that Xehr, Xehr the disbeliever, the mocker, the traitor, was finally going to Search. Even a part of his own mind raised a critical eyebrow at this latest development. To go Searching was to go against everything he stood so solidly for: to go Searching was to admit he might be wrong. But he was curious.
And he had to find out for himself.
His toes gripped the edge of his broken and battered roof. They might wonder where he had gone, but it would not spark an overly large amount of surprise among the local community. He wouldn't even make the morning report. Which was how he wanted it.
The muscles in his legs tensed, clenched, and then released in a spring of horrible energy. He shot up into the air, snapped his wings open and spiraled into the night. The spotting of lights that was his ramshackle town shrank quickly as he pulled up towards the low-hanging cloak of acid fog.
He thought he'd never seen something more rewarding.
It took him some time to reach his destination, longer than he had accounted for in his plans. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, throwing the acidic clouds into a red and orange and pink relief. It would almost be pretty if you didn't think too long about the fact that those pretty colors could rot the flesh off anyone who got too near in under five seconds. Xehr flew low to the ground, far enough away from the mist to evade its deathly touch. The sunrise glinted magenta and yellow off his scales.
He managed to land without event and folded his wings. One of the thousands of Kharnic volcanoes loomed overhead, casting a cloth of shadow over the cooled, fragmented lava chunks. No bright colors here except for the murky orange of sluggish magma flows. Xehr skirted around these cautiously.
Something clinked underfoot, and he bent down to pick it up. It was a metal cross and sword on a long leather lanyard. The symbol of the Church. He tossed it aside without a word. All it meant was that there had been Searchers here, and they hadn't found anything. He thought maybe he would be different.
The place here was one he had visited often while still in the Hive. It was a lava tube, no different in appearance than the others so common in this region. Although most were popular destinations in this day and age because of the boom in the Searcher population, this tunnel's mouth gaped large and empty, cast aside by Searchers after they'd determined there was nothing of interest here. Stalactites hung suspended from the top, not unlike jagged teeth.
What made this one different, he didn't know; there was definitely something going on around it. The air inside the tube almost hummed with unearthly energy. This was what made him curious; this was why he had come all the way out here in the dead of night, in this black ink.
And --
Something flashed in the darkness; a split-second photograph in sharp negative. Instantly, he dropped low to the ground, his hand on the cool metal hilt of his sword.
For a minute, it was silent. He held his breath. The air sang in his ears.
Then: somewhere, from inside the cave, something called. It started as a series of clicks, quick...as they faded, a peculiar keening replaced them. It started in deep bass, then arced and swirled and leaped up to a chilling treble before falling away again. The sound was horrible, unearthly; it filled him with a paralyzing terror unlike anything he had felt before. Clicks came again from the darkness, slowed, stopped.
Cold fear rattling down his teeth and spine, he realized there was something very sharp pressing into the palm of the hand. Wrenching his head over (time seemed to be moving so much slower than normal, maddeningly slow) he opened his hand (still so slow) and saw what was there in another awful flash of negative:
It was the cross and sword.
He almost screamed then; and immediately after realized how ridiculous that was. He thought he'd thrown it, but he'd probably just imagined it. Getting this freaked out over some ridiculous sounds and a little forgetfulness was a childish move. He thrust his arm forward; the pendant clattered across the tunnel. Heart still beating quickly, he --
Click.
Right beside his ear he oh god and it was right there --
Click click click.
And he shut his eyes as tight as he could and wrapped his arms around his head, bracing himself for the terrible howl, clenching teeth and fists and eyes, but --
It laughed.
In this midnight ink, he departed.
He reveled in the darkness, he waltzed in its cold grip. It was a welcome and lucky strike. Nothing could have concealed him as well as this.
He didn't want anyone to know. He didn't want anyone to know that Xehr, Xehr the disbeliever, the mocker, the traitor, was finally going to Search. Even a part of his own mind raised a critical eyebrow at this latest development. To go Searching was to go against everything he stood so solidly for: to go Searching was to admit he might be wrong. But he was curious.
And he had to find out for himself.
His toes gripped the edge of his broken and battered roof. They might wonder where he had gone, but it would not spark an overly large amount of surprise among the local community. He wouldn't even make the morning report. Which was how he wanted it.
The muscles in his legs tensed, clenched, and then released in a spring of horrible energy. He shot up into the air, snapped his wings open and spiraled into the night. The spotting of lights that was his ramshackle town shrank quickly as he pulled up towards the low-hanging cloak of acid fog.
He thought he'd never seen something more rewarding.
It took him some time to reach his destination, longer than he had accounted for in his plans. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, throwing the acidic clouds into a red and orange and pink relief. It would almost be pretty if you didn't think too long about the fact that those pretty colors could rot the flesh off anyone who got too near in under five seconds. Xehr flew low to the ground, far enough away from the mist to evade its deathly touch. The sunrise glinted magenta and yellow off his scales.
He managed to land without event and folded his wings. One of the thousands of Kharnic volcanoes loomed overhead, casting a cloth of shadow over the cooled, fragmented lava chunks. No bright colors here except for the murky orange of sluggish magma flows. Xehr skirted around these cautiously.
Something clinked underfoot, and he bent down to pick it up. It was a metal cross and sword on a long leather lanyard. The symbol of the Church. He tossed it aside without a word. All it meant was that there had been Searchers here, and they hadn't found anything. He thought maybe he would be different.
The place here was one he had visited often while still in the Hive. It was a lava tube, no different in appearance than the others so common in this region. Although most were popular destinations in this day and age because of the boom in the Searcher population, this tunnel's mouth gaped large and empty, cast aside by Searchers after they'd determined there was nothing of interest here. Stalactites hung suspended from the top, not unlike jagged teeth.
What made this one different, he didn't know; there was definitely something going on around it. The air inside the tube almost hummed with unearthly energy. This was what made him curious; this was why he had come all the way out here in the dead of night, in this black ink.
And --
Something flashed in the darkness; a split-second photograph in sharp negative. Instantly, he dropped low to the ground, his hand on the cool metal hilt of his sword.
For a minute, it was silent. He held his breath. The air sang in his ears.
Then: somewhere, from inside the cave, something called. It started as a series of clicks, quick...as they faded, a peculiar keening replaced them. It started in deep bass, then arced and swirled and leaped up to a chilling treble before falling away again. The sound was horrible, unearthly; it filled him with a paralyzing terror unlike anything he had felt before. Clicks came again from the darkness, slowed, stopped.
Cold fear rattling down his teeth and spine, he realized there was something very sharp pressing into the palm of the hand. Wrenching his head over (time seemed to be moving so much slower than normal, maddeningly slow) he opened his hand (still so slow) and saw what was there in another awful flash of negative:
It was the cross and sword.
He almost screamed then; and immediately after realized how ridiculous that was. He thought he'd thrown it, but he'd probably just imagined it. Getting this freaked out over some ridiculous sounds and a little forgetfulness was a childish move. He thrust his arm forward; the pendant clattered across the tunnel. Heart still beating quickly, he --
Click.
Right beside his ear he oh god and it was right there --
Click click click.
And he shut his eyes as tight as he could and wrapped his arms around his head, bracing himself for the terrible howl, clenching teeth and fists and eyes, but --
It laughed.
Nope not done...
If you'd like a Searcher of your own, you're welcome to one of these. Customs only, though. I sure hope you know the rules.
Trades: Maybe

Talort (for Whisper) |
Spyrideku |
Here's some art from the application process. 8)
[ EDIT ]: Homggg thank you so much to all the Neopounders who drew fanart during the last hour for me~! Thank you guys so much~
![]() This was a sort of concept sketch for the layout. :B |
![]() Here's an early concept-sketch sort of thing. Obviously Xehr's clothes got changed around a lot. |
![]() The layout image in original res, which means HUEG. |
![]() Xehr invades iScribble. |
![]() Ref! :D |
Fanart
![]() AHA. : D Lovely sketch by Owl. |
![]() Sshhhhh Xehr's asleep. }:B Thanks so much to Yurre for this! |
![]() AUGH. THE AMAZING. Awesome picture of awesome drawn by Sun. |
![]() /namedrops Akky |
Aha. Want to help me save the world? Too bad. Humans aren't cool enough.
But I'll let you have a button.


Xehr: NOW GET OUT. :B


Talort (for Whisper)
Spyrideku







