From the day we arrive on this planetAnd blinking, step into the sun

Reign trotted down Tunnel J, scanning the area as he walked.

He had found a place in Orion to call his own - the Tower, and he wanted to make it more comfortable. It was perfectly usable in its current state, but why not personalize it? After all, he was going to be spending a lot of time there.

The cheetah had heard that Tunnel J was the place to look for things, and so that was where he had gone. He wasn't sure what he was looking for yet, so he intended to walk until he found something that caught his eye.

"Speech looks like this."
Thoughts look like this.

There's more to see than can ever be seenMore to do than can ever be done

Reign would perhaps step on this object before he would see it: a soft, dull, pale grey, perhaps double the size of his own eyeball. It was rounded, too--albeit not perfectly, with irregular lines throughout its surface, as if it had been balled up when still molten and tossed aside. For a metal, it was surprisingly malleable--the closest thing one could come to 'soft' that survived through the eras, untouched by time's hungry maw.

Perhaps it had indeed been tossed aside, or perhaps it was a piece to another object long-broken. Either way, it was dull rather than shiny, and aside from its odd shape, not much to look at.

@Reign

From the day we arrive on this planetAnd blinking, step into the sun

Reign kept walking - kept walking, at least, until he stepped on something. He flicked his ears, stepping back and tilting his head. It was an odd grey color, somewhat roundish, and vaguely soft. What was it?

The King Cheetah looked at it for some time, before deciding to keep on walking. If he came across it again while walking back, then he would pick it up, but if not then he didn't much mind.

"Speech looks like this."
Thoughts look like this.

There's more to see than can ever be seenMore to do than can ever be done

From the day we arrive on this planetAnd blinking, step into the sun

The King Cheetah walked and walked.

He'd never admit it, but he had a thing for shiny things. It was why he liked Orion so much, and why he took so much pride in keeping his crown so clean. It made it gleam and glow like any Prince's crown should.

So he continued to walk down the Tunnel, keeping his eyes out for anything sufficiently shiny.

"Speech looks like this."
Thoughts look like this.

There's more to see than can ever be seenMore to do than can ever be done

What Reign stumbled upon next was indeed unusual.

It held no magic, no life; yet it was shining, smooth. At the same time, it didn't seem as though it had been carved into any purpose, at least not like the armor and weapon fragments that littered the cave.

It was a soapy blue-white chalcedony, perhaps the size of his paw or a little smaller. Should he flip it, the cheetah would find that the underside was rough and crystalline, more jagged stone than beautiful gem.

It was a two-sided object: beautiful perfection on one face, and rough rock on the other.

@Reign

From the day we arrive on this planetAnd blinking, step into the sun

The Royal Cheetah almost stepped on his next find.

It was not large, only about as big as his paw. And it was very beautiful, shiny yet smooth and, if he looked closely, he could almost see himself in it. Very carefully, he rolled it over, not wanting to risk a bite or a sting if it harbored a bug. But instead, he simply found a rough rock face.

He was quick to decide that, yes - he did want this. So, lowering his head, he carefully picked it up, and turned around to head back to the Tower.

"Speech looks like this."
Thoughts look like this.

There's more to see than can ever be seenMore to do than can ever be done

From the day we arrive on this planetAnd blinking, step into the sun

Trotting gracefully, the cheetah returned. The gem chunk had been carefully placed in his home, and now he returned to find something more.

He walked slowly, golden eyes scanning the area. There were many things, but far too many were broken, or dull, or otherwise unappealing. So he continued his trek, waiting for something that would call out to him.

"Speech looks like this."
Thoughts look like this.

There's more to see than can ever be seenMore to do than can ever be done

A faint something was visible half-buried in the sand along the wall.

Rather, only the corner of a something, tattered and of the same dusty color as the tunnel itself, easily-missed by all but the keenest eyes. Once dug out, it would prove to be an old piece of armor or cloth, decoration perhaps?

Ancient leather, a piece of pelt, with its underside coated in fur the same color as Reign's and of a similar length and pattern: tawny-gold (though long-since faded by time) with black spots and ringlets. It seemed to be molded into a shape: a hat, perhaps, or something of the sort, with a jagged quartz cluster prominent on what would have sat atop the forehead.

@Reign