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Date Posted: 20:00:23 02/21/03 Fri
Author: Khx and FC
Subject: =o,o=
In reply to: Ayrist and Redan; Krakki 's message, "Erm... mrrip..." on 19:37:40 02/21/03 Fri

The young Morolla notes the little cub tottling outside and a quiet smile touches her muzzle before quickly transforming into a slightly concerned look for Krakki. Her long ears lay back against her sleek skull in some consternation; was she really that foreign to one of her own race? Amber eyes suddenly seem very sad -- Why did she want to come to Terole in the first place? She belonged on N'Kalimn. Now she'd flung both herself and her soulfriend to this strange world where nothing they did or said made sense to those already here. Khx, in turn, sniffs at the ebony muzzle and nudges her lightly, knowing all too well her thoughts. His own ears remain perked, and when Ayrist approaches, the Hajrar settles himself so that the breadth of his shoulders is between black Korat and his upset companion.

Though not the most sociable Hajrar you might meet, Khx takes over as FC buries her muzzle in his shaggy fur, hiding her face from Ayrist. "You could tell us your name, kkrassh," he rumbles in a dark and jagged tone, his vocal chords not suited to Kalash. "I am Khx... Khiks if you can't manage it my way... and this is Firecreed." The green's tailtip flicks in a sharp gesture towards the motionless Morolla behind him, currently leaning hard into his flank. The statement about Portals earns a dark and lusty growl from the male, though not directed at Ayrist; merely a comment, an agreement to her sarcasm.

FC squeezes her golden eyes shut, taking her own sort of sanctuary from Khx's solid presence.

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Falling into Diplomatic-ness -- Ayrist, 23:24:46 02/28/03 Fri