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Date Posted: 15:08:00 03/26/06 Sun
Author: Tunder
Subject: Oh it's totally my turn, isn't it?
In reply to: Majhiiik Endiosa 's message, "Old soldiers thrown into another war.." on 18:32:39 03/24/06 Fri

Tunder nods his head respectfully when Tee introduces herself, and then again at Januya and the Korat. He drinks in the sight of the strange creatures with equanmity, though he can't help but be curious. Some of them seem to have a knowing of one another, which deepens the mystery. Of course they would surely not know of him, for this is a strange planet to his kind. Those musings leap from his mind in another instant as something the Tarok says makes his ears swivel toward her. His headcrest raises with his concern as he regards her in speculation.

"Guerilla forces?" He asks, settling to a sitting position and shaking his mane. He'd better get his purpose here cleared, and quickly. His gaze swings from Januya to encompass "You will forgive me, I hope. I have come for investigation of the threats that plague this planet and wether it will plague nearby planets." Lifting a massive paw, he sets to grooming it delicately, removing the acrid grime and leaving a smooth sheen of glimmering fur. "There is to be fighting? That is our purpose in gathering here?" He inquires softly as he grooms, keeping his ears and eyes focused on the group as a whole rather than his task at hand.

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