Painters-Of-Irk

The storm has passed and it was already morning, Ang woke up and yawned, then looked around, then at the sky, it was still a cloudy day, he gave a soft smile, there was nothing better for him to see a weather like this one, it made him feel calm and relaxed. "It's like being on vacations" he said to himself as he put his armor back on his body, he picked his sword and got ready to fly back to the Cave "Well, well, well, leaving so soon and not having time for saying hello?" A voice asked to Ang, making him feel surprised, he turned around and suddenly saw it was Zor, his friend since he was on the Irken Armada "Zor! How're you doing?" Ang

It was a rainy day on a forest, Ang was flying around as usual, now half Changeling, but suddenly a drop falls on his helmet, making him look up at the sky. "Rain?" He asked to himself, but he was calm, the next thing he noticed is that a bad storm was about to happen and that it wouldn't let him go back to the Changelings' Cave, so he decided to land in the forest; the rain kept falling, slipping from his armor, some drops poured into his armor, making him feel a cold, but comfortable feeling, what he wasn't aware of is that someone was there, watching him with a cold glare "Well...it seems I can't go back to the caves due to this rain...S