furry d&d

[XXxMaximuMXXx]

she hooped the dragon wasnt anywere near by, she didnt want to fight again, last time had left its mark. she looked around once more

[Rahvan]

The 'kit' sneered slightly at the question that was placed before him, his voice cold and distant as he spoke. "Your spirit might be clean and pure, but your body, that infernal cask which you live in, is not. And I am your ally for now, but don't get anything in your pretty little heads, because I won't hesitate to go my own way when you lot get too tiresome to travel with." For now he ignored the fact that he had just been placed somewhere else by one off the creatures, lifted up and placed away as if he where some child, since he had no true wish to harm them. Okay, his own gain was important, but if he would fry every person that touched him, then it would get way out off hand. Plus there was a certain measure off respect towards them, for they had seen though his guise, which was not the easiest thing to do at all.

[Dr. Strange]

She looked at him, cocking her head and smirked. "You're welcome, runt." She teased lightheartedly, wondering if they would get anywhere. Turning to Simel, she sniffed again. "How are we going to move with this smaller being around?" It took a lot of control not to call Angel a midget. Standing cautiously, she sniffed the kit, snorting at his unfamiliar scent. "Woah...." She snorted again, shaking her head to clear the scent away. "You don't smell anything like the rest of us, what ARE you?" She demanded, leaning back, away from him.

[Rahvan]

"You don't know my kind? Well, what do you expect from you uneducated lot... I'm a tibbit, and yes, we are always this small, our tallest ones reach four feet at max or something like it, while our smallest ones are somewhere near the two feet." He smirked slightly as he looked up to the female, knowing all too well that his species wasn't the only small race within the world. The halflings, Gnomes, and several others where as short, or shorter then him, and some like the Petals where much smaller as him. But he did not assume that these creatures knew as much as that, so he tried to force thoughts off mild amusement unto his own mind, trying to stave off insanity for as long as he was with them.

[Dr. Strange]

"You're one weird kit, you know that Angel?" She teased, reaching over to tickle him. Her eyes were widened a little as she glanced across the street.

[Rahvan]

The 'kit' as he was referred to looked up to the female, smirking slightly as he did so. "Then I am sure that I will fit right in with the pack, ne?" His words where stated in a semi-cheery tone, trying to sound amused at it, but at the same time knowing that he would have a hell off a time trying to stave off insanity.

[Dr. Strange]

"We try our best." She replied, tickling him gently. "Of course you could always be the only sane one of us all." She teased back, scratching his ears as she picked him up and placed him in her lap.

[Rahvan]

"We'll see, in time." A small giggle escaped the creature as he felt the female's paw tickling him, it was pleasant to an extend, but somewhere he knew that he should reply in spite. For now he shoved those thoughts aside, allowing himself to be picked up without making any fuss, and snuggling close to the female for a moment.

[Dr. Strange]

At the giggle, she pulled her up at her and hugged him tightly, purring softly. When he snuggled closer, she snuggled back, nuzzling him gently. Her mind cleared and she could see him as a child but on another level, she knew he could be just as old as her, maybe older.

[Rahvan]

Still trying to suppress the thoughts that he was having Angel held close to the female, releasing a rather feline-like purr from his currently fox-like body. He did not care if it would sound odd, for he knew that his form was just seconds away from changing at his will. At times he had wondered what it would have been like, where his parents not below the surface now, where they still alive, instead off into the realm of spirits. He knew that there where spells and powers to return them to life, yet only the most powerful of mages could have cast it, and those had not been near, so they had remained dead.

Slowly on his eyes misted over, and now his priority shifted, from suppressing his thoughts about the people he was with, to suppressing the thoughts off his past. For a moment he succeeded, but as seconds passed he started to allow the thoughts into his mind, feeling tears coming to his eyes, and slowly the first trickled down his right cheek.....

[Dr. Strange]

She caught his tear and wiped his cheek motherly. "Don't cry dear. You'll be ok, I promise." She whispered, holding him closer, tightening her hold on him as her feminine side kicked in. Her face softened and she began to hum a lullaby.

[Rahvan]

The kit's eyes closed now, the tears flowing slowly and moistening his cheeks. He knew that the female that held him was not related to him at all, but for now she sufficed. He held her with both off his paws, snuggling close to her and trying to remain his steadfast resolve... which utterly failed.

[Dr. Strange]

Her heart ached. She wanted to just kiss him on the cheek and make all his hurts go away. Using one of her free paws, she wiped the tears away. "Awe, are you ok?"

[Rahvan]

"Yes... I am fine... just, memories catching up." He hugged her back half-heartedly, his emotions had been so rigid before, and would soon return to that way, but for now he wanted to be held by someone, someone warm and with a caring heart. The female fitted that description more then adequate at the moment,

[Dr. Strange]

"Awe, I'm sorry you had a rough childhood." She murmured, pulling him even closer and holding him tightly. He reminded her so much of her younger brother she almost was fooled that he'd returned. She shook her head rapidly to dispel the image and kissed the top of the kitten's head.