furry d&d

[Arke]

Kehthall, but he prefers Shadow - Some kind of cat
Class - Mage
Skills of note - Fireball, Freezing touch, Consumption

He walks through the pleasently dim corridors, seeming rather calm amid the confusion. Taking a turn down a corridor less crowded by fleeing bodies and adjusting a somewhat loose robe, his eyes fall upon an ever so familiar fox. He laughs, his amusement clear if nothing else. "Simel!" he calls, his good eye fixed on the fox and his kit. "I thought you dead for sure! Ah, and you have Thomas with you!"

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

Simel turns, a familiar face stood out of the crowd.

"That you Shadow? I thought I recognised your voice. How've the tunnels been treating you?"

He reached out a paw in warm familiarity to him, gripping his paw warmly.

[Dr. Strange]

"Sure. I hope you don't mind me holding him too much. I love kits though I've never been around them before..." She looked up at the feline, still smiling at the kits she felts on some level were hers. "Hi. Nice to see you're not here to assassinate him." She joked, moving Serous to hold in the same arm as Tommy. "Simel, how many furs do you know here so I don't mistakenly injure them?"

Tommy and Serous poked each other, giggling. They seemed to be getting along really well for being of different species.

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

not many

[Arke]

He nods, taking his paw and giving a mildly menacing smile as his broken fang was revealed. "Ah, you know, the condensation never seems to agree with my fur." He reaches out and ruffles Tommys hair, only now seeming to take note of the others. "Assassinate? Hardly. Simel and I are far to close. I could never bring myself to harm him! At least for less than ten-thousand gold." He smiles to her, again with the slight menace. Unfortunately, that was just the way he came off.

[Dr. Strange]

She bristled slightly when he touched Tommy then relaxed. "Ah, i see. Nice to meet you. I'm Samantha, an assassin here to help keep his Highness alive." She smiled at him, ignoring the malice he threw off, offering her paw politely. She curled her right arm to accommodate the two kits and flattened her fur, hoping he hadn't noticed the bristling.

[Arke]

His smile widens as he takes her paw, showing his broken fang again. "No need to worry, I know how I seem." His paws are unfortunately cold, though just enough to be noticeable. "An unfortunate effect of my craft. Spend your life studying the darker aspects of the supernatural, and this is what happens. Blind in one eye, and looking like a madman."

[Dr. Strange]

She shook his paw firmly, no fear in her at all. "I've met far worse. I am sorry you look like a madman. but it's rather flattering on you." She smiled warmly in reply, releasing his paw. "May I?" She reached toward his face, stopping six inches from his hair.

[Arke]

He nods, not pulling back though his smile fades. "Certainly, as long as you promise not to do whatever you're thinking about doing too hard..." His good eye is trained on her hand, the other looking just as glassy as ever.

[Dr. Strange]

(Have you posted in Unforgiven yet?)
She reaches the rest of the way, pushing his hair out of his face and, closing her eyes, she traces his features with her fingers. "Soft features weathered by time and hardship, things eyes cannot see the fingers reveal, nein?" She pulled her hand back, opened her eyes and pushed her own hair out of her face. "I have a tendency to frighten people when I suddenly reach out to 'see' their face."

[Arke]

(Not yet, but I will)

He nods. "Ah, of course. Not a skill I share, but you certainly know what you are doing. That, and your hands are much warmer than my own." A slightly menacing smile and a laugh. "You have earned Simels trust, and so you have mine. Though I should warn you, I can be a bit sensitive about my personal space at times."

[Sakamoto Kumiko]

    Quietly trying to keep up to him, Brooke followed Damien down the corridors of the citadel. The fennec was in the lead now as she kept looking back until they rounded a corner and she could no longer see the entrance to the throne room. She couldn't pull her head up any higher and stared at the back of Damien's heels as she followed suit.

[Dr. Strange]

She laughed softly. "I respect personal space and i only do that every once in a while when I met new people or see old friends. I'll ask before I do anything though." She adjusted Serous and Tommy, smiling motherly. "Sorry I bristled. A part of me doesn't like you touching these angels. But I'll adjust in a bit."

[knightfighter]

((waiting on the dragon or the raptor guy to post))

[Dr. Strange]

So how long have you been comrades with Simel?"