Felonix held his arm high to shield his eyes from the sun that beat down above him. Although the nobody was incapable of truly caring about the sun, it didn't mean he couldn't pretend to hate it. The darkness of the room in the Spire that Etzolix had provided for him was about as bright as he liked it. Well, as much as he could.
Precariously, he walked along the edge of the so called "Great Maw", high above the floor of the cliff, before stopping where the maw curved and the wall was in the shade.
I suppose this looks as good a spot as any. Felonix held his arms out at his side and fell backward into the maw, his long silver hair flying past him. Nearly a quarter of the way down, he pulled Burning Rage from it's resting place on his back and dug it deep into the wall next to him. It took a moment, cutting through the rock with it's momentum and sending rubble to the ground below, before stopping completely. As it did, Felonix used the leftover momentum to swing around and land directly on the edge of the sword, now perched atop it's handle. Using Zephyr's Breeze, a light wind came to gently aide Felonix at keeping his perfect balance. With that, he reached into his vest and removed a hand rolled cigarette and the letter he had found when he awoke in his jail cell. Striking a match, he lit up and sat, contemplating in the shade, as he worked to piece together his shattered past, his arm resting on Lingering Darkness in it's sheath at his side as he read his letter.
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