He tumbled around in the endless blue, trying to feel for something, anything around that could break his fall.

His wings tired out, White-Hair's only option now was to keep falling. He was falling for about four days; he had no energy. Hopefully his landing will bury him deep, so he can lay for a few days without being bothered. He began to lose his senses next. He no longer heard the whistle of wind in his, or felt the slight pressure of it against his skin...And soon, he could no longer see the vast blue.

Sometime after the endless fall, he opened his senses up to sand. Lots and lots of sand. He hit ground , and was now buried. That much was apparent. More became so after the checking of all his bodily functions; everything was working fine. If he broke any bones in the landing then they were healed now. Now to find his way to the surface.

After about an hour of digging upward, he made his way to the top. The endless blue sky met him at the same time a sea of sand did. He began an image of this planet in his head; a brown blob of sand in the middle of a big cube of sky. Maybe Ao had noticed his treacherous escape plan.

Of course, this was still a fully functioning planet; there has to be some sort of life on it. During the first few minutes of flight, White-Hair saw small sources of water down below. Before he blacked out and all.

He found it hard to sprint on the soft, sun-beaten sand. Every try he found himself falling on his face. Eventually his tries became irritating, so he took to the sky. A couple minutes passed before he found anything at all; some green stuff, and a few bizarre creatures which fled in his shadow.

Ah, his first alien humanoid life-form. Certainly an ignorant idea, but White-Hair needed to have some sort of idea of the combat level of these creatures. He would not kill the creature, but he would engage it in battle. In victory or defeat, he would flee before any harm could be done. Just a simple skirmish.

White-hair tried to moderate his first strike to a low level of power; he had the element of surprise, so the assassin went no faster than fifty mph in a downward swoop, claws forward. In an instant his attack was defeated by this creature, however; in an instant it was sidestepped, his nails as well as fingers stuck in four identical holes along the face of a blade. The blade twisted before his momentum gave out, sending him face-planting into the sand. His bandanna fell off as a result, revealing his alien features. As the creature began to use a voice, something White-Hair would never understand, his wings shot from his back and he disappeared with a gust of wind.

Circling his prey, his eyes automatically began to scrutinize any openings in the creature's defensive posture.