As Svan stood there holding her had he wondered briefly how many times in history this act had been done. Considering the violent hatred most Dahni and Myrians had for one another, he imagined that this might be the first time in years that a Dhani and Myrian could be considerer allies. He held on partly because he didn't want this moment to go. It was like seeing a full solar eclipse. So far, so fleeting, and so amazing. However, all things had to end and this was signaled when Tinnok noticed how long Svan was holding her hand.
"Do all Dhani like hand holding much as you?" The half breed inquired.
"Its funny you should ask that" replied the Dhani as he raised his free hand over his head. Svan could feel his life essence flowing throughout his body slowly but surely. He just needed to buy a little more time. "You see, most Dhani aren't exactly big on shaking hands. Largely due to the fact that we don't always have hands" just a moment more... "I however, enjoy shaking hands." almost done... "I find that its a good way to say good bye without all the mushy stuff." finished! "Though I must admit some people have said I have a tight grip." A large sly grin stretched across his tanned face, "Some people even call it 'eagle'-like"
The snake gestured for Tinnok to look down. Assuming she did, she would find that Svan not only hand a tight grip, his hand litterally looked similar to an eagles claw. His nails had grown long and dark like talons, and while the shadow of his hand still resembled one of any common human, it was now coated lightly in pale yellow scales. The morph was incomplete and Svan had only been able to do this much in such a short duration by focusing on quantity over quality, but it still served its purpose.
As a distraction.
Svan waited like a predator for the moment Tinnok noticed the clawed hand, and knowing that he would have no better oppertunity than now to catch her off guard, he struck. Fast as a cobra Svan ducked his head forward placing the front of his face against hers, and with only the slightest hesitation he drew it back like a whip. Following his head, his body slingshot backwards, and Svan released her hand all in one flowing motion. The snake had the massive grin of a trickster who had just pulled his greatest prank. Still there was something else lining his smile. What was it? Fear. With good reason too, for in that split second he had done something that Tinnok might never forget. He had kissed her. Not on the lips mind you (he wasn't THAT eager to die), but on the forehead. Well at least that had been the plan. It had all happened so quickly that Svan couldn't really be sure that he had hit his mark, but he was fairly sure he had brushed skin so he was counting it regardless.
Some might consider such a reckless action a clear display of insanity, but for Svan, it was a game that helped him stave off boredom during his travels. Much like a games people play in long caravan rides, Svan had developed challenges to try whenever he met a specific race. Unfortunatly for Tinnok, Svan's game with Myrians was to give them a light peck on the face. Including Tinnok, Svan's score was now at 3...or would it be 2 and a half? Svan didn't stop to try and sort it out. No sooner had he broken free from Tinnok than did he begin backpeddling away as fast as he could. "SorryCouldn'tResistNiceToMeetYouSeeYouLater BYE!" With that the snake spun around on his food and sprinted off as fast as his powerful legs could carry him. The weather was practicly perfect for colblooded creatures today which meant that he wouldn't grow tired any time soon, but none the less he prayed that the Myrian would be stunned long enough to allow his to escape.
What Svan failed to notice in his haste to escape was that the phirebird remained with Tinnok for now. The bird stared down at the woman and let out what Svan refered to as "its laugh". It didn't take a genius to realize the bird was enjoying this turn of events. With a flap of its wings it flew near to Tinnok, looked at her, and practicaly grinned.
If she needed to track down Svan in the next few days. She now had a way.
"Do all Dhani like hand holding much as you?" The half breed inquired.
"Its funny you should ask that" replied the Dhani as he raised his free hand over his head. Svan could feel his life essence flowing throughout his body slowly but surely. He just needed to buy a little more time. "You see, most Dhani aren't exactly big on shaking hands. Largely due to the fact that we don't always have hands" just a moment more... "I however, enjoy shaking hands." almost done... "I find that its a good way to say good bye without all the mushy stuff." finished! "Though I must admit some people have said I have a tight grip." A large sly grin stretched across his tanned face, "Some people even call it 'eagle'-like"
The snake gestured for Tinnok to look down. Assuming she did, she would find that Svan not only hand a tight grip, his hand litterally looked similar to an eagles claw. His nails had grown long and dark like talons, and while the shadow of his hand still resembled one of any common human, it was now coated lightly in pale yellow scales. The morph was incomplete and Svan had only been able to do this much in such a short duration by focusing on quantity over quality, but it still served its purpose.
As a distraction.
Svan waited like a predator for the moment Tinnok noticed the clawed hand, and knowing that he would have no better oppertunity than now to catch her off guard, he struck. Fast as a cobra Svan ducked his head forward placing the front of his face against hers, and with only the slightest hesitation he drew it back like a whip. Following his head, his body slingshot backwards, and Svan released her hand all in one flowing motion. The snake had the massive grin of a trickster who had just pulled his greatest prank. Still there was something else lining his smile. What was it? Fear. With good reason too, for in that split second he had done something that Tinnok might never forget. He had kissed her. Not on the lips mind you (he wasn't THAT eager to die), but on the forehead. Well at least that had been the plan. It had all happened so quickly that Svan couldn't really be sure that he had hit his mark, but he was fairly sure he had brushed skin so he was counting it regardless.
Some might consider such a reckless action a clear display of insanity, but for Svan, it was a game that helped him stave off boredom during his travels. Much like a games people play in long caravan rides, Svan had developed challenges to try whenever he met a specific race. Unfortunatly for Tinnok, Svan's game with Myrians was to give them a light peck on the face. Including Tinnok, Svan's score was now at 3...or would it be 2 and a half? Svan didn't stop to try and sort it out. No sooner had he broken free from Tinnok than did he begin backpeddling away as fast as he could. "SorryCouldn'tResistNiceToMeetYouSeeYouLater BYE!" With that the snake spun around on his food and sprinted off as fast as his powerful legs could carry him. The weather was practicly perfect for colblooded creatures today which meant that he wouldn't grow tired any time soon, but none the less he prayed that the Myrian would be stunned long enough to allow his to escape.
What Svan failed to notice in his haste to escape was that the phirebird remained with Tinnok for now. The bird stared down at the woman and let out what Svan refered to as "its laugh". It didn't take a genius to realize the bird was enjoying this turn of events. With a flap of its wings it flew near to Tinnok, looked at her, and practicaly grinned.
If she needed to track down Svan in the next few days. She now had a way.
