Aasti the Anunaki
Still a little frightened but willing to peek out,
Aasti poked his head out from under the table at the behest of the gentle voices. The young child of the stars had finally gotten the courage to waddle all the way out and look towards the others around him, it was about this time when the strange little person began to sprout a very small, yet very special tendril from his fluffy-haired head; this particularly tiny and fragile appendage was used among his kind as a means of conveying thoughts or to show memories, which was what the whimsical looking little guy was trying to elaborate via various pointing and flailing his little arms.
It was high time that someone else saw the nightmare that plagues
Aasti, it was time for others to relive that massacre that took place through his eyes. How the demons made quick skirmishes at them like little scavengers while the angels had decimated who knew how many with what appeared to be a tremendous flux of energy; not even the combined might of the fearsome Anunaki was able to stand up against their inevitable scattering to the four winds.
Location: in a castle
With: Yuki, Ikki, and Archon
Thoughts/Feelings: timid
Theme: A Cup of Coffee
Life Counter: 6/30