Wondering how he would look in blue and pink feathered chain mail Foran almost burst out laughing.<b> “I do not think your armor would work for me to awful well, I hope to have my cloths back before we leave.”</b>He stopped walking for a split second and started again as if breaking his thought stopped everything.<b>“That is if your people will make us leave. I can see us staying here for a while if you will let us. Its peaceful here.” </b>Smiling at her in an awkward sharp toothed grin.<br/><br/>Shaking his head at the offer of sun screen.<b> “I hope to have my cloak back before I would need any.</b>” He stopped and looked at the tree hut that they were walking to, he could smell the forge smoke and the sound of metal clanking off metal, even if it sounded far away and maybe just two blades clinking on a shelf. He shock a little bit at the soft feathers touching his back they tickled and he blushed a little at her pleasant intrusion. Not comment for fear of saying something wrong he just waited with his hand still awkwardly stuck in the air.<br/><br/><br/>She moved up in front of him while he still had his hand stretched out and uninvited grabbed onto the wounded flesh with soft feathered hands.<br/><br/>Doing whatever sort of healing magic, pressing her lips to his hand felt oddly nice, they were soft, the sensation was new to him and he realized he hadn't felt a woman’s lips, ever for that matter. He was a slave and very few Ramen had lips, he had never met a non-Ramen who liked him or was around long enough for one to get to know him well enough.<br/><br/>He felt himself turn an even brighter red over his whole face and most of his torso. He looked like a zombie that had been out in the sun far to long. Stammering  out<b> “T-thank you, I- Um, Ah well..” </b>He could hardly get out words past the trembling in his voice. He took a step back still holding onto her hand. “It feels good” He managed in a small embarrassed voice.<br/><br/><b>	"It does" </b>when she asked if it felt good. It had felt quite good and his body was showing it, without his cloak on his hardening member made a slight bulge in his pants. Not at its full readiness the bulge was hardly noticeable.<br/><br/>She commented on her feathers and he started to wonder about them, Where they like normal bird feathers? Did they grow back if you lost any? Did they change colours? What do you do with them if you do lose them? He saved the question for later still trying to not stare at the bird lady, though his eyes kept moving from her to twinkle to just trying to look away from her. They would always snap back though.<br/><br/>He coughed and looked at the store.<b>"I Think I'm going to look inside."</b>He let his hands with a painful sigh, slip from hers, he took off his glove and wondered about just throwing it away.<br/><br/><b>"Hello there newblood" </b>The large smith said, he was behind a counter with a huge war ax longer than Foran had ever seen in his hands, shining the wide blade of the beast. Foran wondered how the man was able to even lift it.<b> "I heard we had some new visiters in the village. Take a look around, take what you like, so long as you don't mind helping out while you and your people stay here." <br/>
</b><br/>Foran smiled and thanked the oldish looking man. He was a large blue bird with no wings, his palms and feathers from his wrists to his shoulders had a black tint to him giving him the look of wearing a apron, or maybe he had been wearing one and that's why his chest and legs were so much cleaner.<b> "I'll come by later and see what you need" </b>Foran assured him. Though he was already looking through the small assortment of weapons, it was apparent that the bird people did not need weapons so there was little in stock besides a few spears that the guards would want and other more decorative blades.<br/><br/>one caught his eye as just being bad ass, the blade was more like a cleaver and had a hole in it at the end to make the swing faster for such a thick blade. it was wrapped in black leather for the handle and had no hilt. The guy in him was drooling over it and seeing as it was for the most part free and gripped it and could feel the full weight of it. It was thick and must have weight more than a average dog.<a class="externalLink" href="http://zombietools.net/images/weapons/zombie_tools_mack_daddyo_1200.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">(reference) </a>He swung it around once and felt it go smoothly. There was no scabbard and could only just fit in it the sash he wore around his waist. Maybe he would get used to it maybe not, But the overall look of it may give him a fear factor in how enemies see him. Though he could never see himself killing anyone with it. He'd only ever killed bandits or animals. He wondered what killing a normal person was like. Shaking his head at the insane thought he blinked a few times trying to clear blood lust from his eyes.<br/><br/><b>"Thank you, sir"</b>He waved to the man and walking back out of the store to meet twinkle and sparkle.<b> "Hey girls."</b>He smiled a little and blushed the thoughts of her lips on his skin coming back.<b>"I- um found something I might like.</b>" Nodding towards the sword at his hip.<br/><br/>He walked up to arms distance from sparkle and looked at her colourful feathers<b>. "Is there a way I might be able to have one of these?</b>" He asked and reached up to hold a feather from her cheek in his hand. gently he held the soft plumage careful to not poke her or tear it out. Keeping his hand close to her soft cheek.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>