Solugh stared at the bread and cheese in front of his whiskered face with shock and a sudden pang in his stomach. Through all the excitement he had not realized how hungry he had become again. His tongue darted in and out as his eyes grew to saucers. The smell of cheese, just starting to sweat from the heat of the day, wafted to his nose. He almost didn't notice the strange look she was giving him. But he did. Strange definitely seemed to fit her to a T. Many arms, many daggers, and sharp changes in personality.
"But only if you're willing to talk to me."
The many armed woman looked at him expectantly. Does she know? I guess he hadn't exactly been acting as to blend in. But how else would he know if she was the one. Which she was not, he thought. A small burst of breeze made the smell of cheese enter his nose again. But maybe... cheese... He was only slightly taken aback by the bird dropping behind the woman. It landed in the tall grass and temporally disappeared. The noise startled she-of-the-six-arms and she spun with a certain grace, seemingly ready to attack. This woman seemed ready to fight before anything else.
"Why are you so quick to your pretty knife?"
Solugh now stood behind her, unashamed in his nudity. At five foot five, he wasn't an unattractive man, albeit short. His skin was pale with beads of water clinging to the hair that seemed to spring up anywhere that it could. Course chest hair claimed his torso, overgrowing the sleek swimmer's build that lay underneath. A beard similar to the coat he wore as an otter grew diligently, but seemed neatly trimmed. The same mischievous eyes gleamed in the noonday light. His hair, still wet, lay about his face. He took a moment to smooth it back and shake off a little of the residual water.
With a sudden shock of remembrance, Solugh leaned forward and lightly plucked the cheese and cracker from the woman's hand. Before she could recant the offer of food, he shoved the whole thing into his mouth, chewing a little loudly and with visible joy.
"Phrankz!" He managed through the mouthful. He was not without his manners.
OOCI am assuming Noah is up, then Sayana, for continued fluidity.
"But only if you're willing to talk to me."
The many armed woman looked at him expectantly. Does she know? I guess he hadn't exactly been acting as to blend in. But how else would he know if she was the one. Which she was not, he thought. A small burst of breeze made the smell of cheese enter his nose again. But maybe... cheese... He was only slightly taken aback by the bird dropping behind the woman. It landed in the tall grass and temporally disappeared. The noise startled she-of-the-six-arms and she spun with a certain grace, seemingly ready to attack. This woman seemed ready to fight before anything else.
"Why are you so quick to your pretty knife?"
Solugh now stood behind her, unashamed in his nudity. At five foot five, he wasn't an unattractive man, albeit short. His skin was pale with beads of water clinging to the hair that seemed to spring up anywhere that it could. Course chest hair claimed his torso, overgrowing the sleek swimmer's build that lay underneath. A beard similar to the coat he wore as an otter grew diligently, but seemed neatly trimmed. The same mischievous eyes gleamed in the noonday light. His hair, still wet, lay about his face. He took a moment to smooth it back and shake off a little of the residual water.
With a sudden shock of remembrance, Solugh leaned forward and lightly plucked the cheese and cracker from the woman's hand. Before she could recant the offer of food, he shoved the whole thing into his mouth, chewing a little loudly and with visible joy.
"Phrankz!" He managed through the mouthful. He was not without his manners.
OOCI am assuming Noah is up, then Sayana, for continued fluidity.