A dense mist, coated with a gentle blue and violet aura settled into a cool atmosphere around the young Necromancer. Salen Xavious, sitting cross legged outdoors in front of the lake has been meditating..for lack of a better word. Learning slowly to control his emotions, or rather set them aside. Whether it will leave him mellow or apathetic is yet to be seen, though he appears more calm. His eyes have developed a little more, with stronger ocular precision. With his dragon gone, his body has naturally taken to his Apparition abilities. The Necromancy art of being a Specter.
All that aside, his hair has gotten longer, though it's been kept well, a little rough on the front. His eyes glowed a distinctive ultraviolet and his veins glowed a very feint cyan. It could only really be seen in the dark. He was dressed in a alternate version of a necromancer's attire, though the sleeves appeared purposely torn off and the hood was wider, it looked purposely tattered but quite clean. He overlooked Oyu, who was laying nonchalantly on the surface of the lake's water.
Oyu, looking maybe a year older, had taken a slightly more draconic look. The slanted aspect of a dragon's eyes had taken over a little, giving him a rougher look. He had bright blue tattoos of chain links along his arms, going around in a spiral until it reached his wrists. His hair was kept short, though unkempt in a lazy carefree manner. Much of his demeanor was like that as well, just by the way he laid aimlessly, gazing halfheartedly into the sky.
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