OoC: Sorry for... Alot of things...
BiC:
Viratious stepped on the white sands beneath his feet. They pushed through and on top of his toes. He smiled softly as he enjoyed this sensation, and continued walking. He enjoyed this heat, even though he previously hated heat.

Before, the arctic planes were his calling. He would lay in them for hours, and cover himself with snow. He would ride the blizzards, and challenge the polar bears for their last piece of meat. He almost always won.

As this memory faded away, he looked ahead, to see that he was still walking. He came near a man, who stopped. Viratious stopped, and looked at him.

"Hello," he said. Viratious knew that voice... But, he couldn't place it...

"I know you," he said. "From a dream."