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Date Posted: 15:55:12 02/21/03 Fri
Author: Khx and FC
Subject: *pats Khx* He's disturbed... or disturbing, take yer pick. *G*
In reply to: Krakki 's message, "Heh... heh... heh.. yelp?" on 22:58:36 02/14/03 Fri

Firecreed drops her gold-streaked muzzle in a quick nod. "I see. The only technology," she spits the word out distastefully, "that Khx and I have ever come into contact with has been Drakkan." Long ears flatten at the mere name, but soon flip up as the ebony Morolla shakes her sleek self. Spotting the sidle, FC grins broadly, "No worries. He doesn't eat Morollas." She sweeps her fire-carved blade forward to slap Khx's haunch soundly, grinning as she receives an equally-solid slap on her shoulder from the male's bladeless tail. "You've nothing to fear from either of us, I assure you," the femme adds thoughtfully, tilting her head and regarding Krakki with some... bemusement. "Sorry if our habits are a little strange to you... they work on Nishao Kalimn."

The stalking green snorts heavily, abruptly stopping so close that he's nearly touching muzzles with Krakki. Nostrils flare as he inhales, deep chest expanding and ruffling his limp, rag-edged pinions. Equine ears are splayed sideways but not flattened, amber eyes narrowed but not dilated. After a long, silent moment -even FC watching with raised brow- Khx backs up and seats himself next to the black Morolla, winding his long tail around his haunches. FC sniffs at his muzzle, an unspoken question, but for once the Hajrar ignores her, staring straight and and seemingly intent on burning holes through Krakki with his golden gaze.

FC shoots an 'I don't know either' look at her fellow Morolla, before also settling to her haunches, twisting her muzzle to look around her. "So ah... where exactly are we, anyway?"

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Erm... mrrip... -- Ayrist and Redan; Krakki, 19:37:40 02/21/03 Fri
- =o,o= -- Khx and FC, 20:00:23 02/21/03 Fri
  - Falling into Diplomatic-ness -- Ayrist, 23:24:46 02/28/03 Fri