Matreya
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Silver eyes scanned a low sunset, intent on observing the phenomenon as it occurred like the many other nights he had done the same. Yes Asher could alter his eyes, like he did the rest of his form but for some reason he tended to not so so - unless in need of complete immersion into his disguises. Time did not seem as relevant to some Polydroxol considering their ancient life spans, but unless it were to some day change, Asher for saw himself doing so every night.
Age meant nothing to him, but that did not mean that beauty did not as well. Asher had always seen the things that life had to offer, all the tiny miraculous things that came with every planet and every life form.
But though he looked forward to the horizon, his mind lay else where, on the near future. He needed a master. That was why he was here. Plain and simple. Asher could regenerate lost limbs at a higher rate then most of his kind, he could change form at will faster then a Shi'ido. But he needed training. To control the powers bequeathed to him by the gods.
Age meant nothing to him, but that did not mean that beauty did not as well. Asher had always seen the things that life had to offer, all the tiny miraculous things that came with every planet and every life form.
But though he looked forward to the horizon, his mind lay else where, on the near future. He needed a master. That was why he was here. Plain and simple. Asher could regenerate lost limbs at a higher rate then most of his kind, he could change form at will faster then a Shi'ido. But he needed training. To control the powers bequeathed to him by the gods.