Dar-Jay

[Roose Hurro]

Being male had certain unavoidable qualities attached to it... one, an odor very distinct from females. And very potent, in many cases. Despite his sensative nose... and Dar-Jay's unavoidable pungency... Roose took no offense at the evident odor, made even more potent by the young chimera's removal of coat and shirt. As for himself, 'Twill males in his condition (aka, never having had any "noogie") also tended to give off a very noticeable musk, through the oil glands on his inner thighs. Especially now that he'd removed his long-pants, and the heat from both GreenDay's environment, and his own earlier physical efforts, while running, had stimulated his natural oil production.

Anyhow....

Like Dar-Jay, Roose had never been a modest person. Really, he had no need for modesty, except when it came to displaying his wings to strange females...

... in fact, Roose felt very proud of his body, and had no trouble showing it off to other males. Of course, other than his wings... intended for Chorri... he had no trouble showing off his other "assets" to females, as well. It was only natural for a young 'Twill to feel this way, male or female, for that matter. Being close to nature, as a species, had given 'Twill a culture very close to its animal roots, like in many primative societies. Even though their own society was far from primative.

Roose was alien, but Dar-Jay had displayed a jackrabbit... actually, the form of a hare. So he wouldn't have found Roose's anatomy all that alien, at first glance, since 'Twill and hares shared the same basic "layout", so to speak. And Roose, at this very moment, displayed another "rabbity" characteristic...

... his nose wiggled at the smell of unwashed chimera. Only for a moment, but it did look a bit odd to see such a gesture on an alien face...

... "Well, I do have food I've gathered from the Forest, but the ReMaker can cook up pretty much anything from my own kind's culinary skills. The question is... do you prefer mild or spicy? Oh, and yesss, the bath. Hungry as you and I may be, I prefer being clean before meals. My auma... my mother... wouldn't allow me to eat, until I'd washed off my outside activities."

By this time, Roose had led Dar-Jay not only past the door and the station just beyond, but past the niches on each wall just beyond the station... to the chimera's right and left, each niche held a matched pair of alien swords. Farther in, Dar-Jay would see Roose's command chair at Prime Flight One, and Chorri's intended station, at Prime Flight Two. For him, this may have seemed like too many controls, given that Roose was alone, but it was all GreenDay needed. Most of Prime Control... the bridge... was taken up by window-prisms, covering most of the forward wallspace, and showing the darkened night sky, with most of the light filtered... just a twinkle of stars, as if the planet didn't exist. A contrast to the full, unfiltered view in the Accumulator Room.

Well....

Now that they had stepped out of the short entry passage, stepped past the swords on display, Dar-Jay would notice the curve of the walls on both sides, leading to passages heading downward and aft, back the way they'd come. Since Roose had walked by the ACDS (Accumulator Control Data Station) on the left-hand side, he turned to his left, and proceeded to lead Dar-Jay down the port access to Deck One...

... "If you find yourself unable to sleep, you can always return up either the port or starboard passages... the Accumulator room... I use it for exercise, and it's a good place to view the stars at night."

The young 'Twill looked back over his shoulder... light came from a series of blue-green crystals set at intervals along the passage walls, on both sides. A tail tuft brush against the wall, since his hands were occupied with clothes and belt... a flare of his eye, and the glow changed to a soft golden yellow, brightening the way a bit. A quickening of step, to make a short walk shorter, as the passage's curve straightened, then...

... the left wall curved away, and they stepped into a wide "corridor"... a sealed shaft of rods, the main lift, occupied the center, with a slightly aftward bias. Across the way, the starboard passage, in mirror image to the one they'd just used. And wide passageways, to the right and left. Roose stopped, turned to Dar-Jay, and...

... "That way..." He gestured to the right-hand, aftward heading passageway with his tail... "leads to the medbay. Further down the side passages, and you'll find the messhall. This way..." He gestured, again with his tail, towards the left-hand passageway leading forward, towards GreenDay's bow... "is where you'll find my quarters and my bath."

A grin...

... "You shouldn't get lost, no matter where you wander."

Roose turned back to his walking.........


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((ooc)) I really need to put together a reference for GreenDay's interior looks and layout. This post is too light on detail.... ((ooc))
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[darkgryphonmage]

A real barrel of roses we are, Dar-Jay thought with a small chuckle as their rather pungent odors rose and mixed to create a very….interesting aroma. It was probably a very good thing that there was nobody else around, especially women folk, whose noses always seemed to be stronger when it came to unpleasant smells. That had never made sense to him, but now that he was searching for his bonded, he reckoned should think about it a bit more. What if his tengsl was female? He’d have to be really careful about that hygiene thing then, not that he was terrible at it now or anything. A bath every other day or every couple of days was the norm for him whenever it was warm enough to actually wash up without catching frost bite, but perhaps that wasn’t enough.

A small frown creased the chimera’s brow as he reached up and fiddled with a lock of slightly greasy hair. Dar-Jay had never really cared all that much how he looked. True, he was proud of his body, but when it came to his hair and cleanliness…well he’d never really thought much about it before. What if his tengsl was a stickler for cleanliness? What if they didn’t approve of him? “Nah, they’ll love me no matter what,” he muttered to himself, worry quickly swept away by a grin. How could they not? He was an interesting guy wasn’t he, and they would be bonded; the creature would have to like him right? Wasn’t that how it worked? Well even if not, he’d change for them, he’d do anything for them, so it would be alright in the end.

"Well, I do have food I've gathered from the Forest, but the ReMaker can cook up pretty much anything from my own kind's culinary skills. The question is... do you prefer mild or spicy? Oh, and yesss, the bath. Hungry as you and I may be, I prefer being clean before meals.”

Dar-Jay licked his lips. “Spicy. There aint nothin’ you can give me that I cant handle,” he boasted. “I’ll eat whatever that ReMaker can cook up, by the way, I ain’t picky.” Especially not when someone else is doin’ the cooking, he thought. “My sister always said I was a garbage disposal.” The teen rolled his eyes. “Not that she can talk, she ate just as much and I was always bigger than her.” As for cleaning before dinner— “Sounds good. This way I can make sure I don’t get fleas on the food—” Not sure if Roose would get the joke, the chimera quickly continued. “—Not that I have fleas or anything. Honestly I don’t. There was just the one time, but that was a long time ago…” He cleared his throat. “Besides, with all that fur you’re more likely to have fleas anyway,” he said with a wink.

As they walked, Dar-Jay continued to take in the alien’s ship. He noticed a lot of really interesting looking swords that made his hands just itch to pick them up and test them out. “Can you use those?” he asked, pointing to a set. “Or are they just decoration? Oh oh oh, if you can, you wanna spar some time? I haven’t had anyone to spar with in ages.” Doe eyes looked at the ‘Twill hopefully. It had been so long since he’d gotten in some practice outside of the drills his father taught him. Sure, there had been a few bandits and other thugs here and there during his search, but still…

The chimera listened as Roose spoke about the exercise area and it’s great view, making a note of where he said it was located so he could take the alien up on the offer should he find himself a bit restless that night. Quick summaries of other rooms followed and he nodded after each to show that he heard. “So many rooms…” he breathed in awe. This place was getting steadily bigger and bigger than he’d thought possible. Amazing. “I wont get lost,” he laughed. “I’m pretty good at directions. Besides, I’m bettin’ after a bath, some good food, and stuff I’ll be wiped. Thanks again for your hospitality.”

[Roose Hurro]

Yes, a good thing there were no 'Twill "women folk" around, or Roose would have drawn an "interested" crowd with his generous pheromone scent-halo. Nothing like having a bunch of strange females sniffing at your nether regions! Of course, there were herbs Roose could take, to tone down the "message", but... having left his Homeworld... such measures would have been a waste of good herbs. Suffice it to say, enough testosterone filled the air right now, it was a good thing 'Twill and chimera were alone. Any females present would have been fighting the "duel" conflicts of atttraction and revulsion at the odor.

Well, life must move on.........

Roose had caught Dar-Jay's mutter. And after his spicy/mild question, Roose had also caught the challenge in Dar-Jay's voice. 'Twill face had cracked a grin part mischief and part smirk... the good kind of smirk. A smirk tweaked into an amused glance, by the accusation of fleas. As if! This deserved a spicy payback, indeed...

... however, further questions had come. It had been at this point that Roose had chosen not to directly answer all these questions... this had been the point where he'd brought up the use of the Accumulator room as a place to exercise. A slight nod had come after, in answer to the chimera's "doe-eyed" look. Then...

... more words from Dar-Jay. And his offer of thanks. Roose found himself tossling the young chimera's hair, careful not to use his claws, or to drop his belt and bundle...

... "You're welcome, Dar-Jay... couldn't just let you wander in the cold and snow, with night falling around your ears. Consider it good luck we ran into each other... you might have been a bit frozen stiff by morning, otherwise."

Roose led Dar-Jay into the central, forward-leading passage, up and over the ramp leading to his private quarters. To their right, at the top of the ramp's rise, stood two alcoves. Empty, but obviously intended to hold something, given the "equipment" inlaid into the alcove walls. However, to their left, Dar-Jay could see two more alcoves. And these alcoves were not empty. Each held a different suit of... armor?... each made from what looked like grayblack leather. Each with a helmet of darkened yellowbrown wood, burnished nickel and crystal... each with arm sheaths made from the same materials. One suit, more simple and plain, sleeker looking... the other, heavier... more elaborate, exuding an artistry shaped for battle, materials more layered. Arm sheaths inlaid with what could only be weapons, ports showing like the muzzles of what seemed strange guns.

Roose continued down the other side of the ramp, into... well, what seemed a wide, windswept plain of grass, with window-prisms overhead showing sunset-colored clouds. Scent of grass, fresh moist earth and a recent rain. Dar-Jay could hear, smell... even feel... as if he stood outdoors, on an alien world. Feel a light breeze on his face, as he looked towards a setting sun on the distant horizon. Yet, it was all an illusion. Yes, real... live... plants, grew in the walls, behind clear crystal, marking the edge of Roose's bedroom. But the walls were simply more window-prisms, showing a depth and distance this room couldn't possibly contain... reminding of a large, clear-windowed greenhouse, with low shelves, and cabinets circling the room... all within the plant-circle. Shelves lined with odd looking 'books'... nitches holding simple lamps and candles... intricate carvings on the window-prism frames. The chimera could even hear the faint sound of rustling grass, the distant, faint call of unknown herdbeasts, sounding vaguely like diesel trucks...

... and, slightly to the right, a circular green door interrupted the view... looking like it belonged nowhere else but on the entrance to a hobbit-hole. And, to the left of this door, butted up against the transparent wall, a large bed... green sheeted, like the field of grass "outside". Strewn with pillows of differing size and shape... again, all grass green... but streaked by marks of golden yellow. Still, the bed itself expressed a deep spiritual artistry... a carved wooden masterpiece of marbled dark red and chestnut brown, its headboard shelves carrying more books and ornate crystal lamps, and a... clock?... of such complexity, it measured not only the time of day, to the second, but the seasons... and the phases of at least three different moons, along with the times of celebrations past... and to come, through the rest of the year. Yes, a clock that measured everything the year contained... on Roose's HomeWorld. Yet, it ran with gears, on crystal bearings, each bearing a tiny motor, powered by a main crystal prominently displayed behind glass... glowing gently, with a deep, bluegreen light. A miniature Accumulator... its glow reflecting off the face of many dials and marker rings, in their shadowed places.

The headboard posts of this bed arched overhead on each side, for three-quarters of its length, connected by seven horizontal posts, each post hung with 'dreamcatchers' and chimes... chimes tinkling softly in the breeze... and the footboard posts mimicked this arch, only shorter, and with only three rods... the first, and closest to the foot, hung with seven bells... the middle rod unused, and the last... hung with fresh clothing...

... and the whole structure, looking like it was carved from two siamesed tree stumps, grown into the floor, with bedding set into the hollowed out middle.

Roose hung his pouchbelt carefully over the middle rod, with a slight tinkle of bells. Then, still holding his clothing bundle, he headed for the circular green door, with a glance over his shoulder, to see how Dar-Jay was doing...

... "If you wish privacy, I can provide it...." Roose had already figured his guest had little modesty, but it was only courteous to offer.........


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[darkgryphonmage]

Even though it was something usually done to children, not boys close to adulthood, Dar-Jay smiled as Roose ruffled his hair. “Yeah,” he chuckled. “The cold has never been good to me. Don’t know if it’s because of what I am—” He ran his fingers over the serpentine plates on his chest. “— or if it’s ‘cause I lived in a warm area up until I set out to find my bonded.” He shrugged. “Either way, I pretty much suck at dealing with it,” he said with a grin. While he wasn’t sure he would have become a Popsicle- he’d stayed outside in weather like this before and it hadn’t killed him yet, just always made him feel weak and drowsy- it was still nice to have a warm place to stay for the night. It felt like it had been a lifetime since he had been somewhere truly warm, though in actuality it had only been a few days since he had left the last town. Shows how much I hate this freakin’ weather! The sun and its cuddly warmth needed to come back quickly.

The chimera whistled quietly to himself as they continued on, passing by strange but very cool looking armor that caught and held Dar-Jay’s attention until the two suddenly came to another room. Like the hall with the crystal, this new room left him gaping. The young shape shifter might have sworn that the two of them of stepped outside had it not been for a few things showing they were still within the ship and the fact that this was clearly not the environment they had left behind when they entered GreenDay. A soft breeze brushed some loose bangs out of his face as he moved forward. While slowly inhaling the soft, pleasant smell of grass, Dar-Jay gaze shifted from the plains to the randomly placed door and ornate bed interrupting the view.

When he noticed an odd-looking clock sitting atop one of the shelves on the headboard, Dar-Jay’s head tilted slightly to the side as he walked forward to look at it more closely. It was the most intricate and complicated clock he had ever seen. Inside it sat a crystal that looked similar to the large one he had viewed earlier. “I swear, you can’t have anything normal can you?” he teased as he reached up to gently touch it. It was probably rude of him to do so, but that didn’t occur to him. Actually, by Dar-Jay’s way of thinking, he was holding back quite a bit. The clock was practically begging him to take it down and try to figure out what it showed and how it worked, but he was managing to hold his curiosity at bay enough to simply touch it.

"If you wish privacy, I can provide it...."

Not taking his eyes off the clock, Dar-Jay shook his head. “Nah. I got nothin’ to hide and privacy means bein’ alone. I’ve had enough of that for a while.” More than enough actually and he felt he had a body to be proud of, so why isolate himself for the sake of modesty? “So, are we heading to the bath now?” he asked hopefully, finally looking over at Roose. There was just something about realizing you were about to have a bath that made one realize just how nasty they felt for not having taken one for a while.

[Roose Hurro]

Had Dar-Jay tried to take the clock down, he wouldn't have succeeded. It may have looked like something portable, but... GreenDay being a spacecraft... it had been solidly mounted in place, so it wouldn't fall and possibly break, should GreenDay be exposed to dangerous forces. Though the very thought of something that could be dangerous to a ship able to pierce a sun... yes, the very thought could send shivers down the spine. Of course, Roose tended to be a nightwalker, and anything loose could potentially be a hazard, especially something as heavy and hard as his clock.

Roose, even when he was Dar-Jay's age... not all that long ago... had been subject to mane-tossels by his father, and by his uncles. So it wasn't all that unusual for him to pass on the same thing to others. Younger friends. And siblings. Tail tuft brushing was not the only way to show friendship, to greet those both familiar and not. Besides, it was a good way to check the condition of someone's fur...

... and this young chimera really needed some proper grooming. Indeed, Roose himself felt the need for more than a simple warm soak. A good fur washing beforehand would benefit them both, though 'Twill had more in the way of fur to wash.

Whistle had been duely noted, and the following question had been met with a toothy grin, but now... now, another question, one that needed an answer through words, just to let his new friend know his host still knew how to speak...

... "Yes... but our clothes need a trip through the ReFresher, and we can both use a good, lathered furwash, before we soak in the hotsprings for a bit."

A few steps later.........

The green door opened at the touch of Roose's palm, the central "knob" retracting, as the door swung inward and settled into a wall pocket. A tunnel-like passage curved to the left... a tunnel of black wood swirled with gray and chestnut brown, and lined with a row of shoulder-high glowing crystals that bathed the tunnel in in a soft, warm golden-yellow glow. Roose led Dar-Jay through the door, into the passage....

Though the tunnel's curve made it seem long, just beyond the curve, the tunnel ended. The walls turned pale gray, veined with thin lines of jade, as if delicate vine tendrils grew along the walls. The room itself was a perfect circle, its walls inset at regular intervals with mirrored window-prisms. To the right, inset in a generous alcove, like a shallow cave, stood a wide sink and attendant cabinetry... counterspace, focused crystal lighting, a bevel-edged mirror, and hanging towels. To the left of this wash-up space, surrounded by a clear circle of floor, stood what could only be a toilet... though its smooth, metalic blue contours were tightly sealed... its contours, height... and surrounding clearance... designed for a long-legged, long tailed creature. In other words, a 'Twill....

Straight across from the tunnel, in a much deeper alcove, a huge shower, with enough overhead nozzles, melded into a crystal ceiling, to drench anyone inside under a waterfall-intensive deluge. If they were all used at once. Window-prisms formed the wall's circular curve, though all they showed now were images of stone and mirrored reflections, in a seemingly random pattern, dimly lit. A second look around that end of the room brought to notice more sealed cabinet space, set into the wall around the entrance to the shower, on both sides... so integral to the room's materials and design theme, they could be easily missed....

Yes, even between the mirrored prisms inset in the main room's walls, there seemed to be cleverly hidden storage space, all around the room. Except in the toilet alcove and sink/cabinet area....

Roose headed for this sink/cabinet area... he then reached up, opened a cabinet door, removed his grooming tool kit, all with his free hand... set his kit on the counter, opened it up, and layed out his grooming tools with quick efficiency. Then he reached up, opened another cabinet, and removed two bottles....

One hand holding the bottles, the other holding his dirty clothes, Roose turned around, flared his Eye, and...

... a section of the wall slid out, revealing a generous bin. And out of the bin rose a rack of rods. Roose transfered the bottles to his tail, its prehensileness only now evident. Again, with quick efficiency, he hung his Nute, undershirt, cap, pants and tail cover on one of the rods presented, and gestured Dar-Jay to do likewise with his own clothing. Forelimbs finally freed of their burdens, tail firmly securing the bottles, Roose dropped to all fours, paced to the center of the room, and performed some limb and spine and wing-stretching exercises, to give his guest time and space to undress. And, as he stretched his stubby 'Twill wings, puberty's gift to males, light refracted off the tiny prismatic scales on the undersides of their membranes, spraying a flash of rainbows about.........


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((ooc)) Oh, by the way, this is Roose... ((ooc))
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[darkgryphonmage]

Ooc: great picture

"Yes... but our clothes need a trip through the ReFresher, and we can both use a good, lathered furwash, before we soak in the hotsprings for a bit."

Dar-Jay raised the clothes in his arms up to his nose and took a small sniff. The small sniff was all that he needed. With a fierce shake of his head and a snort, he quickly pulled them away. Phewie. Yes, those could definitely use a bit of a wash. They weren’t as bad as they might have been had they gone as long without a wash during the summer, but they certainly didn’t smell like a fresh bed of flowers. Too bad he couldn’t go all year with just wearing pants and shorts, laundry was so much easier that way. Now he had shirts and a coat…oh and shoes and socks to take care of as well. Ahh the days of bare feet and chests; if only they would come charging in and chase away this terrible cold that made him wear lots of uncomfortable layers.

Once again- was it just him or was he doing a lot of following that day?- Dar-Jay chased after Roose as the ‘Twill moved through the random door into another tunnel. “Jeez, this place has more tunnels than it has rooms,” he commented. The chimera was beginning to wonder if he would be able to keep his promise to not get lost. There were more twists and turns and doors in this dang place than he had ever seen inside a building. Granted, he hadnt been in many large buildings- strangely enough, people hadnt been willing to let him check out the palaces, temples, libraries and other such large buildings he had passed by (a lot of them kept saying something about shoes and needing to look a certain way or something before he could go in…)- so he couldn’t say that this one had more than others, but still…

Dar-Jay looked around the bathroom they entered for a moment before the flash of the ‘Twill’s Eyes caught his attention. He saw Roose place his clothing on strange rods that appeared as the Eye’s light dimmed. A small gesture showed he should place his there as well, so the chimera quickly removed the rest of his clothing. While he placed shirt, coat, pants, socks and under-things on the rods as instructed, Dar-Jay placed his shoes, bag, and swords by another wall where he could keep an eye on them. He didn’t imagine that his shoes would be washed as well and though clothing didn’t really matter to him, Dar-Jay treasured his swords and his bag contained many things he needed, including the feather care kit he would have to use after washing. They were not leaving his sight.

After leaning his scimitars up against the wall and making sure they wouldn’t fall over, he stretched his arms over his head and arched his back, no modesty present, until he heard, and felt, a series of pops. “Ahhh that feels better,” he smiled as he rolled his shoulders and neck until they popped as well. “Clothes are too damn restricting.”

Figuring that now was the time to get clean, Dar-Jay walked over to the shower and got in. “Can you fly with those wings? I mean, no offense, but unless you weight a lot less than physics demands, I don’t think they can—what’s the matter with this thing?” To his confusion and frustration, everywhere he looked there were nozzles for the water to come out of, but none to turn and make the water come on. “Aren’t there supposed to be knobs or something to turn?” he asked. Perhaps this was one of those blind moments when one misses something right in front of their eyes.

[Roose Hurro]

Dar-Jay hadn't been the only one to stretch without modesty... Roose, himself, during his stretch, made no attempt to hide his own maleness from view. Hadn't made any attempt, really, since he'd first stripped off his own clothes. The young chimera's own nakedness made no impression on the young 'Twill's mind, either. Male was male, no matter the difference in "plumbing". Same thing with females, far as he was concerned. Not that such wide differences amongst the many species of the Universe didn't hold some facination, or provide some interest towards study, same as the vast differences in overall appearance and culture also provided to the inquiring and inquisitive mind. Roose had studied many aspects of other species/races, out of all those known to his own people. A sensible course of study, for one intending to spend his life as an explorer. Roose had already studied humanoid male physiology, so he had no reason to stare...

... actually, as Dar-Jay finished his own stretch, and headed for the shower, Roose found himself yawning. Yes, his day had been very tiring, and he was looking forwards to sleep...

... “Can you fly with those wings? I mean, no offense, but unless you weigh a lot less than physics demands, I don’t think they can—what’s the matter with this thing?”

One final stretch, chest and throat almost touching the floor, butt and tail in the air (with care taken not to drop the bottles), Roose stood up and joined his guest in the shower alcove...

... "My wings are for display, to attract female attention. I don't need them, to fly." A grin...

... followed by a flare and pulse of his Eye, the closing of the shower's door, and a complete change of scene, a shift of walls.........

They appeared to be standing next to a cliffside, out in the open, face of rock on one side, alien forest on the other, late afternoon sun in a fake blue sky...

... then water flowed down the cliffside, off a slight projection, and into a shallow pool just a few steps away.........

The flare and pulse of Roose's Eye calmed, and he handed Dar-Jay one of the bottles. A few steps, and the young 'Twill doused himself under the water's flow, which not only changed the sound of the water's fall into the pool, but made Roose look much like a drowned mutant rat... with stubby wings. Cap removed from his own bottle, a small amount poured into the palm of a hand, after stepping back out of the flow... another slight flare of eye, followed by two rocky columns rising up on each side of the pool, within arms reach... followed by Roose setting his bottle on the one nearest at hand...

... well, his handfull of shampoo started working from belly to chest to shoulders to arms... a bit more of the bottle's thick liquid, applied to tail and tuft, so he could lather back and wings, using his tuft as a scrubber... then hips to butt to legs to feet to toes, and between toes, till the last place...

... his generous, personal assets, and...

... a quick wash of his two slender, snake-like, blood-red and pale yellow-banded genital feelers, only now extended.

Step forwards, rinse...

Step back, down to all fours, shake...

... "Hmmm... much better...."

Stand up, check wings...

... "Ready for a soak in the hotsprings?" This question, of course, directed towards Dar-Jay.........


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((ooc)) Loki did the pic... I only wish she had finished it, but it's still nice to have even this pic as a ref.... ((ooc))
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[darkgryphonmage]

"My wings are for display, to attract female attention. I don't need them, to fly."

Though he thought that was a little weird, Dar-Jay decided to hold his tongue. Even if they attracted females, it just didn’t make sense to him that they would be born with wings that couldn’t actually lift them off the ground, but then again there were many things in the world that didn’t make a whole lot of sense; it made sense that things from other worlds would be confusing as well. “So if I went to your world, how much attention would I get?” he asked with a grin as he stretched his wings. His tone made it clear that he meant it as a joke, that he didn’t actually think he would get attention. Besides, he wouldn’t really want it anyway. Anyone interested in him would take tenth place, with the upper nine spots taken by his tengsl, so really it didn’t matter if any ‘Twill women folk would find his wings attractive.

When Roose stepped into the large shower, Dar-Jay expected something to change- the water to come on for instance- but he hadnt expected their surroundings to suddenly shift. “Wow…ok somethin’ tells me I’m gonna say that a couple thousand more times before I leave here,” he said as he looked around the ‘cliff’ and ‘forest’ surrounding them. “This is so co—ack!” The chimera was affectively cut off by a couple gallons of water falling down on his head. He stepped out of the spray and shook his head, coughing slightly to rid his lungs of the bit of water that had managed to sneak down them. Once he was able to breathe normally again, he noticed that Roose was holding a bottle out toward him. Figuring it was something to clean himself with, Dar-Jay poured a generous dollop on his hand and set to work on his hair.

The teen began singing- perhaps a bit too loudly- the first song that popped into his head. It was a lively song about…something; he really had no idea what. It was in a different language that he didn’t know, but it was catchy so he had learned it. His voice wasn’t bad and, like all voices, it sounded better than it normally would thanks to the echo created by the bathroom. As he sang, he scrubbed his hair until he felt he had gotten most of the grease out before turning his attention to the rest of him. While he washed his face, chest, arms, and legs, etc Dar-Jay stretched his wings a little to make sure the soap wouldn’t get on them, just incase it did something to the oil on his feathers.

"Hmmm... much better...."

“I agree,” Dar-Jay replied as he moved back under the spray to wash the soap off him. It felt wonderful to be clean again and it would probably feel even better when he was dry. Once finished, he stepped back out and flicked his wings to get a bit of the water off them before nodding. “Oh yeah. A soak sounds great.” He moved to stretch again, only to have his stomach growl at him demandingly. “Any chance we can eat while we soak? I promise I’ll be careful. I just think my stomach’s about to eat it’s way free to go search for food on its own.”

[Roose Hurro]

Roose's oversized ears twitched at the sound of Dar-Jay's tummy rumbles. Unlike his guest, the young 'Twill had used the shampoo on his wings. Also unlike his guest, he'd left his head unlathered. Being tired, and possessing claws, his sensative seelers could've been pricked... and that would have been as painful, if not more so, than the time Anani had surprised him while grooming, way back. From that incident, his genital feelers had healed fine, not so much as a scar or bruise left in memory. Still, they were a part of his anatomy... risk or no... that needed regular care and hygene. Regular washing and oiling. His wings? They checked out fine... very fine, indeed! In fact, they would be a year old, within the next nine days...

... which brought with it another fact: Roose had passed his twenty-first birthday, during his time in Deep Forest! About eight weeks ago.........

No Friends, no Family, just himself and GreenDay, without so much as a cake, let alone any candles. He'd spent the day reading some of those books Dar-Jay had seen on the shelves, had meditated before the Spirit Within, and gone through his regular exercise routines. He'd also relived many memories, thought long and hard on his Life... where he'd been, where he stood now, and where he was going, in future. He'd also performed a quite thorough grooming, leaving no part of his body untouched. So, letting his headfur go... not washing his mane and seelers with more than water... wasn't that big a deal. He would groom what parts he'd missed this time, later.

Right now, he needed to dry.... *

Dar-Jay's tummy rumbles brought pangs to Roose's own insides, in sympathy...

... “Any chance we can eat while we soak? I promise I’ll be careful. I just think my stomach’s about to eat it’s way free to go search for food on its own.”

*.... He needed to dry off, then. So, a flare of his Eye shut the waterflow off, and another flare took care of the drying... not a total floof-dry, since they would soon be getting wet again. Just enough to keep from leaving a trail, and possibly catching a chill...

... "I can't see why not." Roose touched a clawed hand to his own belly, adding a downward glance to his offending stomach with a snort and narrowed eyes, glitter of wings held wide... "Hrrr... my own insides could use an appetizer. I have a bowl of fruit in the messhall we could nibble from."

Roose looked up, grin on his muzzled face...

... "If you want, you can follow... don't worry about the 'wow' factor. Use the word as often as you wish. And, well, if you follow, we can talk of wings, and other facts of Life."

Roose flared his Eye slightly, this time, and... while the illusion around them remained, as had the feeling of open space, as Dar-Jay's singing had echoed off the cliff... while the illusion remained, the door slid away, leaving an odd hole, from this "world" of illusion, into the reality of a 'Twill bathroom. Roose faced the door, paced out, and just beyond, he stopped, opened a section of entrywall, and pulled out a pair of warm green towels. One of which, he threw to his guest.........


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[darkgryphonmage]

Dar-Jay shook his head in amazement as Roose used that Eye of his to turn off the water and dry out them and the room a little. “There anything that eye of yours cant do?” he asked, a little jealous of the other creature’s magical ability. Sure, the ‘Twill has said earlier that the Eye had given him some problems- which was why he was on this planet instead of his own- but now that he had it under control it seemed like it could do just about anything for him. It was strange, but cool.

Other than changing his form, Dar-Jay had no magical abilities to speak of. Some might say the pull on his heart was magic, but the chimera knew it wasn’t; it was something far beyond him. It was a gift from his goddess, one she’d given his race when she created them. Without it, they might have never found their tengsls and their lives would have been worthless. With this gift they could find the person they had been born for and live a life fulfilled.

Oh my goddess, please lead me safely to my bonded and guard them until I am there to fulfill the task you have given to me, Dar-Jay thought, closing his eyes and touching his right fist to his heart in silent prayer. With a smile, he opened his eyes and glanced toward the ceiling and the sky he knew lay beyond it. Everything would be alright. Even if it took him years to find his other half, Ulnaefia would protect him/her during that time, he knew she would.

"Hrrr... my own insides could use an appetizer. I have a bowl of fruit in the mess hall we could nibble from."

“Fresh fruit?” he asked in excitement. It was hard to find that when you were at traveler. Not only was it expensive, but it didn’t last long so money tended to be better spent on food that could keep for more than a few short days. Dar-Jay had managed to snag himself some a few weeks ago, but not since; his mouth watered at just the thought of some fruit. The young chimera wondered if it would be fruit from this world or from Roose’ world. Truthfully, he wanted it to be otherworldly fruit. The teen’s curiosity knew no bounds and right now it wanted to know what alien food tasted like. If it was really good, maybe he could bring his tengsl here some time to try it. If my bonded permits it, I’d like to introduce him, or her, to Roose; he’s being so nice to me, he thought happily. Perhaps, if Roose didnt leave and the 'Twill got along with his tengsl, Dar-Jay would be allowed to see him once in a while.

"If you want, you can follow... don't worry about the 'wow' factor. Use the word as often as you wish. And, well, if you follow, we can talk of wings, and other facts of Life."

Dar-Jay laughed. Such a modest little alien, he thought as he reached up to ring his hair out. Once he felt he’d gotten as much of the water out as he could, the chimera shook his oddly cut mane out, gave his wings another jerk to rid them of the drops that had formed since his last shake, and stepped out of the hole in the air. A soft towel hit him in the chest almost as soon as he was through. “Does that mean I finally get to hear where babies come from?” he asked with a cheeky grin as he began to dry himself off, starting with his hair and moving all the way down to his feet.

[FoxDragon]

((Accepted))

[Roose Hurro]

'Twill parents never kept anything from their children. Modesty, at least from the physical perspective, wasn't a part of 'Twill culture. Children not only ran around nude, so did adults, quite often, especially if the weather was warm. Sex was also something parents never lied about, if a child ever asked "Where do babies come from?" Not that sex was a public thing... no, most couples prefered privacy, not out of shame, but out of a desire for uninterrupted passion. A more romantic experience, one on one in a special place, alone together, just male and female, two becoming One. More to it than just that, really. But all the details, like in any culture, have a complexity that could take years of study to learn...

... and Roose didn't have years to teach, since he would be leaving within a few days, at most.

However, it wasn't like Dar-Jay had asked him for all the details of 'Twill culture, when it came to wings and other facts of Life. The young chimera had simply used a question to reveal a rather surprising lack of information, for someone who not only looked but smelled mature enough to be a father. Of course, Roose's nose could be wrong about that, but not by much, far as he could tell. After his wings had grown, his own father, his pada... and his pada uncle, Timmor... had been quite thorough in his education on sexual matters, and the responsibilities of procreation. Yes, Roose had asked "The Question" many years previous, so he knew where babies came from. However, once his father and uncle were done with him, he knew all the secrets of how to make a baby. How to care for a child and a mate. Straight from the mouths of two experienced males.

So, Dar-Jay's own parents had neglected something rather important in their son's life, and Roose found himself in the position of being asked a child's question, by someone who was not his child. By someone who was not 'Twill. With the question echoing in his ears, and the cheeky grin burned into his retinas, all Roose could do was stand very still, towel pressed to chest, wondering if his guest was serious or not...

... "So... hmmm... did I get water in my ears, and hear things wrong? Or did your own father neglect a very important part of your education...?"


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[darkgryphonmage]

Not sure how far away the mess hall and hot springs were, Dar-Jay did as thorough a drying job as he could even though he knew he was just going to get wet again in a short while. Ahh it feels good to be clean again, he thought happily as he a ran a hand up each ear, both to smooth out the fur and to feel how soft it was now that it was clean. With a contented smile, he ran the towel down each arm, over the plates on his chest, up each leg, over his fluffy tail, and then vigorously rubbed the tips of his hair between it in hopes that he wouldn’t drip when they left this bathroom. When he felt he was just about ready, the chimera turned toward his host to ask- surprise, surprise- another question, this one about how far away their next destination was. His lips didn’t even form the question.

Dar-Jay had expected to see Roose drying off, changing something in the room yet again with that Eye of his, or…well doing anything really. To his surprise, the ‘Twill was standing in the same spot, looking at him in what could very well be stunned surprise. The teen stopped halfway through tying the towel around his waist and simply stared back, more than a little confused by the sudden change in his new friend. Roose looked like a statue, or perhaps a machine whose energy source just died. “Uh…”

"So... hmmm... did I get water in my ears, and hear things wrong? Or did your own father neglect a very important part of your education...?"

It took a moment for it all to click, for Dar-Jay to realize what exactly had stopped his friend in his tracks, but when it did, all the chimera could do in response was laugh. Now that he knew what caused Roose’s stunned expression, he realized how absolutely hilarious it looked. No wonder the poor ‘Twill had looked so shocked; he’d actually thought that he was going to have to explain the birds and the bees to his young guest. That topic was enough to scare the pants off anyone.

“Oh- so that’s- so you thought- oh I cant breathe!” Dar-Jay gasped out. The vernda’s laughter became so strong it forced him to bend over slightly and grasp his stomach as he tried, and failed for a couple of moments, to catch his breath. As he continued to lose more and more air, the teen's face grew steadily redder though the mirth never stopped sparkling in his eyes. After a while, he was finally able to catch his wind enough to get out a few sentences, though chuckles continuously interrupted him. “It was- it was a joke. Heard- I heard that a long- a long time ago, don’t worry. Oh you should- you’re face was amazing!”

[Roose Hurro]

Dar-Jay was, of course, way too late... Roose wasn't wearing any pants, so he had nothing to "scare off". Besides, it wasn't fear in his expression, not really. More that the young 'Twill had hoped he'd first have the honor of explaining the bird/bee thing to his own male offspring, before anyone else's. And there existed other facets to his reaction, some more subtle than others, mixed in to form the facial expression Dar-Jay found so funny. Deer in the headlights, so to speak.........

For a few moments, laughter made the jumble in Roose's mind worse, ears slightly back and huff in throat, as if he'd just displayed his wings to the female of his desires, and had a rival male laugh at his efforts. But then... then, he couldn't help a sheepish grin, at his own expense. One of the things that came with being alien...? Jokes didn't always come through in translation... or, to put it another way, humor to one species wasn't necessarily humor to another. In other words, something Roose may have found funny could have just as well left Dar-Jay scratching his head.

But Dar-Jay simply chuckled at his own joke's recoil. Roose shook his head, in a very human gesture, and tsk-tsked with a low whistle and click of tongue. A quick pat with his own towel, from head to tail's tuft, before towel ended up draped over his shoulders, to cover his now tightly folded wings. Habit, more than anything...

... and a contrast to Dar-Jay's interrupted wrapping of towel around waist.

Funny, how some cultures differed, sometimes in the smallest ways...

"... Oh, you should - you’re face was amazing!”...

... were not exactly the words Roose would have used to describe his expression, but then again, he didn't have the benefit of seeing his own face from the same perspective as his guest. Besides, there were other parts of himself he felt were more deserving of the term "amazing". Not that his face wasn't handsome, by the standards of his own species... indeed, he was quite the hunk, overall, from face to other... assets. Male pride had its place, within every species that had such a gender...

... "Just... try not to do that again, hmmm?" A lick to the end of his snout... "It's one thing to compare notes, quite another to work from scratch."

Roose grinned until teeth showed...

... "Besides, not all males are created equal... there are some details that can give nightmares to the unprepared."

With that, Roose turned, headed back out the tunnel, to his bedroom and the spaces beyond. A gesture with his tail, for the young chimera to follow along, after his first footstep towards food ticked claws against floor.........


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[darkgryphonmage]

ooc: sorry for the crappy post, my muse is being stubborn

As the last chuckles faded away, Dar-Jay reached up to wipe away the tears that had started to form at the corners of his eyes. He felt so much better now; that had been nearly as good as the bath. How long had it been since he had laughed that hard? Too long, clearly, and it felt wonderful. I think I’m ready for food now, he thought happily as he finished wrapping the towel around his waist. It felt a bit uncomfortable over his tail, but it was too low for him to trail the towel under it, so he had to deal with it. When Roose asked him not to tease him again about that, Dar-Jay simply grinned in response, ears perked forward and eyes shining with continued mirth.

"Besides, not all males are created equal... there are some details that can give nightmares to the unprepared."

The chimera was silent for a moment, before he suddenly snorted, looking both amused and confused. “I can’t figure out,” he replied honestly as he ran his fingers through his hair to try to tame it a little. “-if that was referrin’ to our species differences or if I’ve just been insulted.” The ‘not all males are created equal’ comment really could go either way. Perhaps Roose was simply pointing out that they were different because they didn’t belong to the same species, or perhaps he was implying that Dar-Jay didn’t quite measure up to him. A grin showed that he wouldn’t be irritated either way, though he was fully prepared to defend himself.

As Roose headed out the door and down the hall, Dar-Jay walked over and grabbed his blades and his bag. Though he trusted the ‘Twill, he didn’t like the thought of being without them, since they were all that he had. He leaned the swords against one shoulder before following his host. “I’ll have you know,” he said confidently as he jogged to catch up. “-that I’m very well equipped.” At least he liked to think he was; since he had never had any lovers, he only had his opinion to go by. “Hey Roose?” he asked, his mind changing directions in an instant. “Did the whole problem with your Eye happen just around your species? ‘Cause if not, it seems a little unfair to have you go and possibly damage another planet instead of your own until it’s fixed.” The teen’s tone didn’t sound disapproving, more just curious.

[Roose Hurro]

More tickticks of footclaws against floor followed his first step, while his ears turned back, and listened. In truth, Roose's comment could've gone either way in its meaning. Well, the first part actually was refering to species differences... a simple observation, a comparison of anatomy, humanoid male to non-humanoid male... while the second part was something of a personal joke. Roose didn't know, and didn't care, if Dar-Jay had noticed him washing his feelers, just before rinsing. Funny thing, though, about nightmares...

... Roose had experienced a few, while growing his wings... those nights he'd been able to sleep. For some species, it was perhaps common, during such times, for young males to have disturbing dreams involving their masculine bits. Nightmares of loss or other strange things. Having a pair of "snakes" tucked in one's crotch could understandably lead to weird nightmare images.

Besides, just hearing Dar-Jay brag made Roose feel very much at home. In a 'Twill CityHome, related males... especially those just into their wings... tended to brag and show-off in front of each other, strutting wings and other assets, when females weren't around. All in preparation for the day they would display for their chosen Love Interest... the female of their dreams. In many ways, Roose and Dar-Jay were alike, as much as they were so very different. Roose himself had never been intimate, and considered his wings more important and private than his... well, his privates. Not that he didn't consider himself very well equiped in both aspects... though, in his own case, only two aspects of his maleness showed below the belt, all the rest being tucked neatly away. However, what did show was quite... generous, in proportion to Roose's physical size. Very nearly comparative in scale to those on a terrestrial Jackrabbit, as mentioned before. All to suit a 'Twill's very generous lifespan, and the long fertility period that came with it. Pure biological need, suited to their species origins within Nature's scheme, and to the long ago genetic tweaks made by their distant ancestors.

Well, enough about body parts, time to return to the story at hand.........

Roose's ears twitched at the sound of Dar-Jay's question. He quickly passed through his bedroom, and back along the passage where his armor stood ready, tail swishing side to side, before he answered...

... "I did mention my 'problem' was linked to hormones... to the changes I went through when my wings grew, and other parts became... functional. You see... hmmm... strong emotions... strong, physical emotions... passion, for one... could lead to a loss of contol, and harm to the one I most love." A hrrr and a grin... "I wouldn't call that damaging a planet, even though Chorri means the World to me." A sudden memory, that fit the subject... "I'm not like Goku... I'm not potent enough to blow up a planet, though I could bring down a mountain, if I really pushed myself." Those words brough more memories, of his time on Cavris, and his battle with demons, within the bowls of a moutain fortress. All to rescue the mate of his friend Kao....

Roose shook his head and ruffled his mane, as he turned to give Dar-Jay a look...

... "By the way, I meant no insult... oh, and I already know. It's not like I kept my eyes closed, back there." A wave of his tail, in the direction they'd just come from... "I'm very happy with what I've got, and I didn't see anything to be ashamed of on your side, either. I'd imagine you're as normal for your species as I am for mine."

A very large, toothy grin...

... "By the way... 'fixed' isn't a good word to use when conversing on such matters...."

By this time, Roose and Dar-Jay had emerged back out into the main hall, and Roose led the young chimera back into the same portside passageway they'd taken from the bridge, only this time, they continued on down, heading aftwards, towards the messhall.........


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[darkgryphonmage]

Dar-Jay had to say that he pitied Roose a little. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would be like to lose control over your body. It had to be difficult, physically as well as mentally. The teen had, more or less, always had control over himself. His gifts were as much a part of him as his lungs and heart; switching forms had come naturally to him. Sure, he’d had to learn how to chance his clothes and items along with his body, but that was different and it wasn’t like he had ever lost control, he just hadn’t always had that extra skill. Roose’s body had betrayed him and might have made him betray those close to him, had he lost control and harmed a loved one. Dar-Jay’s ears dropped as he thought about that. Poor Roose…

"I'm not like Goku... I'm not potent enough to blow up a planet, though I could bring down a mountain, if I really pushed myself."

In the blink of an eye, the sadness was gone and his ears were, once again, perked up in curiosity. The energetic chimera jumped ahead of his host and moved to walk backward so that he could look him in the face. His eyes nearly glowed with excitement. “Goku? Who’s Goku? Wow, can someone really blow up a planet? By himself or with a ship? Hell, either way that’s impressive…and more than little scary,” he admitted. “I’m glad ya can’t blow up a planet though. I mean, if it was possible that ya might accidentally do it, I’d kind of have ta kill you,” he said, his kind smile mixing oddly with the calm surety in his voice, making it difficult to tell if he was joking or not.

When Roose admitted to not keeping his eyes to himself, Dar-Jay couldn’t help but laugh. Another creature might have been embarrassed, but he’d gone in there, willingly hiding nothing, and a compliment was a compliment. “Well glad to hear it. I’d say the same, but you’re the first of your kind I’ve ever seen, so I've got nothin' ta compare you to.” He turned back around once they began heading in a direction that was new to him. His grin spread at the mention of ‘fixed.’ “What? The furry animal doesn’t like ta think of that fun trip to the vet?” he teased.

[Roose Hurro]

Again, Dar-Jay reminded him of his padda cousin Rassa... Roose couldn't help the image, couldn't help seeing her in his mind's eye, every time he looked at the young chimera. Every time his guest flicked from one emotion to another, so quickly. Roose also couldn't help seeing those emotions from a 'Twill perspective, now that his seelers were warm, and Dar-Jay's patterns were clear to perceive. Oh, and those ears of his... so expressive. Roose himself possessed expressive ears, with the addition of his seelers' movements, to add to his facial expressions and body english. Whether Dar-Jay could interpret 'Twill emotions, after saying...

... “I mean, if it was possible that ya might accidentally do it, I’d kind of have ta kill you.”

... well, Roose wasn't sure if those words were a joke or not, seelers or no! Not that he was worried or distressed. No, amused would have fit his expression, with perhaps a bit of confidence that such a "threat" would be very hard to deliver, given that 'Twill weren't prone to dying in such a manner. Not that Dar-Jay had given any specifics, no! Just... well, Dar-Jay wasn't exactly the most potent being he'd ever met.........

Roose didn't get a chance to compose himself, so he could answer Dar-Jay's first series of questions... he was trying not to choke on the "assassin" image of his guest. You know, all dressed in ninja black, with poorly "dubbed" dialog included. One swift kick to the nuts, and such a threat would be over... that kind of thing. With such images in his head, Roose could barely compose his thoughts in answer...

... so that was when and why he gave Dar-Jay a look, head shaken and mane ruffled, words dealing with other subjects, grin expressing his amusement...

... and Dar-Jay's response to Roose's last words only added to the young 'Twill's loss of composure. Yes, laughter could be contageous, and so too could questions on such a touchy subject... or what could have been touchy, had Roose's own response not been a laugh equal to his guest's most recent outburst.

Roose clamped hands to muzzle, to snuffle the noise, tail curled upwards and tuft frizzed out, wings half extended from under his towel... towel, threatening to slip towards the floor, as his pace came to a dead stop...

... "Sorry... sorry, but... hrrrrr... I don't need to loose that much weight!"


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[darkgryphonmage]

It was a good thing that Dar-Jay was in too good a mood to notice or think too much about the amusement that filled his new friend’s expression after his threat, or else a challenge probably would have been issued right then and there so that he could prove that he was not someone to take lightly. Despite first impressions, the teen was not all smiles and laughter. No, behind his antics was a person who had been trained his whole life to do one thing: protect his bonded. Fighting had been a part of him for as long as he could remember, and, though he was still young yet, he was quite skilled. He meant what he had said to Roose. If the ‘Twill had threatened his tengsl’s current residence, he would have had to fight him. The thought didn’t bother him- which is why he had said it with a smile- because it was why he was there.

It was an odd thing, being a vernda. One could travel the world and make lasting friendships, but if one’s bonded told them to turn around and kill all those friends, the vernda would do it without a moment’s thought. It was how they were programmed. They may feel some remorse later or a small part of them might weep for the beings‘ whose trust they were betraying, but overall they would be proud, because they would be fulfilling their destiny, their one role in this world.

"Sorry... sorry, but... hrrrrr... I don't need to loose that much weight!"

Dar-Jay grinned and reached over to pat Roose’ strongly on the shoulder. “Don’t cover it up!” he chastised in reference to the ‘Twill’s attempt to hide his laughter behind his hand. It completely baffled him why someone would want to hide that. Perhaps he felt he shouldn’t laugh at such a thing. “And ya know--” The chimera’s impish grin spread. “The snip snip might help your little problem. I’ve seen it completely take down the sex drive in some dogs.” Dar-Jay fought down a small shiver as he thought about it. Though he was joking about it, it still wasn’t very pleasant to think about; thank Ulnaefia it couldn’t happen to him.

[Roose Hurro]

In a way, Roose and Dar-Jay were much alike... young, well trained, full of life. They even both shared similar drives, when it came to their desires. Roose, to return to the one he loved. Dar-Jay, to find the one he'd been born to meet... his bonded. Yes, they were both bonded to another, for different reasons, but they were still bonded by their very natures. One out of love, the other to protect. Resistance to the pull, for either of them, would be futile... useless. And both had come to Deep Forest for those reasons, opposites in truth, but ultimately, to protect the one each of them felt bonded with, so...

... yes, very much alike, despite their differences.

It was just as much an odd thing to be a 'Twill. A creature evolved from a predatory, social omnivore, claws and teeth and strength and speed. And yet, peaceful, on the outside. Friendly. But Roose had fought battles, and killed to protect others, something Dar-Jay... perhaps... hadn't yet experienced. Roose would never betray a friend, however. It was not in his nature... not in 'Twill nature... not something his species was programmed to do.

“Don’t cover it up!”

For a moment, Roose puzzled over those words... given the subject, and the fact his towel still hung loosely on his shoulders. Then, before he could figure those words out...

... “And ya know...?”

An impish grin lit Dar-Jay's face, forewarning of what was to come...

... “The snip snip might help your little problem. I’ve seen it completely take down the sex drive in some dogs.”

Roose's towel slid to the floor, while his hands unashamedly... and protectively... covered his "assets". The young 'Twill's eyes narrowed, a stare at the blades Dar-Jay carried. Ears and seelers back, a smirk curled his lip...

... "Tell me something, Dar-Jay... if you lost your malehood, would that stop the pull you feel in your Soul? And another thing... should I sleep soundly tonight, or should I worry?"

Bright, forest green eyes dropped from blades to crotch.........


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