Frivolity dabbles fingers of golden light over bright bronze, splashing this firelizard's asymmetrical conformation with liquid gilding. Whiskey whisks the brassy length of him, warming the neat lines of limb and 'spar before dandering down the drunken sprawl of his tail, where it spills, haphazard, even over the spade-end. Rye burns darker along the column of throat and his spine's line, but it's slurred into an insensible jumble of muddy-gutter browns along his grime-seamed paws; his grubby muzzle is equally tarnished, but nothing detracts from the intoxicating light in those roguish eyes.

Bold lines of white and purple criss cross Xylion's back in order to win the battle against the bright bronze of his hide. The trickle of peridot barely even puts up a fight in that battle and is nearly lost in the shimmer of his hide. Neverless, he's unmistakable a Healer's flit, residing at Keroon.

Xylion is 2 Turns, 6 months, and 18 days old.

Xylion usually acts subordinate. He acts most often sort of drunk and tipsy and out of it, though that allows him to preform rather spectacular aerobatics. Sarai, Altair and even Raelyn boss him around despite the fact that both Sarai and Altair are lesser colors. He simply doesn't care enough. He does have a purpose despite all appearances...to have fun. He usually rests when he has the chance, for even flying from room to room takes energy for him because of his typically roundabout routes.