--------------Foran-----------------<br/><br/>The young feathered little girl, not much older then 9 or 10 years old watched the Ramen with curious eyes. She flinched of fear when his claws stretched out and flexed towards her, almost on the verge of flying up and running away from the strange human before her. She didn't understand why someone would attack her in her own home, surrounded by hundreds of warriors, whilst being welcomed so warmly by her people. But in a moment she could see him look at her and retract his claws again, asking her if it was him she was referring.<br/><br/>''Off course it be you! All others I know now yet you not.''<br/><br/><i>“I'm a Ramen, We're kinda like humans”</i><br/><br/>''You do not look much like frail human. You look strong and more like shaved bear with claws. Yes yes, you more animal of woods then poor human of huts. I like you, but why you so lonely? You don't seem to want to be with the Ahmaran and bathe?''<br/><br/>The golden little bird jumped up happily as she rubbed her feathered hands together at the sight of the crooked smile of the man. She had been wondering why the strange human looked for solitude and now she understood he was more like an animal of the woods. He had claws and a different name, he was a Ramen.<br/><br/>''My name is twinkle in your language! Kali taught me that, big elven woman of the desert. And my mommy is behind you, do not worry, there are eyes all around us watching me.. ''<br/>The young little bird sat down close in front of the Ramen, her soft feathered knees touching the torn skin of the monster before her as she smiled happily at the man.<br/><br/>''They are watching you too, but they feel you carry dark burden. We do not want to disturb your thoughts. If you seek company, all you have to do is ask''<br/><br/>Twinkle watched as the Ramen stood up in front of her and reached out one of his claws for her to grab. Without hesitation she closed her tiny soft hand with the utmost tender and care around his extended finger so she could hold him. As the young bird looked up with twinkling innocent bright blue eyes, the ramen could see that those were the most human feature of her kind. Almost inhumanly beautiful as it was adorned with tiny little feathers as eyelashes and soft plum around her cheekbones.<br/><br/>'' I am home sir, but if you want I can show you my home.''<br/><br/>----------Darion---------------<br/><br/>The younger blue Aviari giggled as her sister spoke the words that they both desired to do. They seemed very happy with the answer Darion gave them as they sat down next to him on the bed, their legs pulled up underneath their soft bare blue feathered bottoms. Their whole bodies seemed to look more like a voluptuous elf rather then that of a feathered human. Perfect shapes and thin waistlines with beads and stones decorating their necks and ears. The women were to occupied with outright staring at the twitching and bulging form underneath Darion's britches. They had been chattering to each other, in soft husk tones as they discussed what the human had asked them. After a few seconds of licking their lips and the younger birdwoman pulling the cord of beads of her sister they silenced and looked up into Darions eyes.<br/><br/>'' My name be Alapha'' Spoke the oldest of the two, as she looked with lust filled eyes at the warrior before her. The younger one had been fumbling with the cord of beads she pulled from her sister, holding the stones up before her and counting the perfectly rounded and smooth stones of the red jewellery.<br/><br/>''Me be Behatha, and swords be fine. Children bath in bath not river, river be deep and unpredicable''<br/><br/>Without further explanations the woman grabbed the small wooden bottles and poured the wonderfully scented liquid into their hands where it instantly started to bubble and foam. They looked at each other with a devious smirk placed on their lips before the warrior could feel the soft tender fingers of the women start to rub his aching muscles and stained skin of his back.<br/><br/>----------Donchen----------<br/><br/>The women had been rubbing and stroking the Vulpari with all their worth. Every hand seemed to want to feel the fur and coat it in the bubbly foamy substance of soap they used in their baths. Birini, the flamingo girl that was mostly recognisable by a small beaded ring in her nose laughed at the sight of the little thing falling asleep in her arms. She was very careful not to let him drop in the water, so instead she let him lean against her full wet breasts, the little feathers sticking against her pink skin underneath, which gave the young vulpari a sight of glistening wet tits in the sun.<br/><br/>Ah'ma was now crawling the fox behind his ears, watching carefully not to let the soap seep into his eyes and rub out the pixiedust with a concentrated look in her eyes. She could feel the waggling tail of the vulpari sweep through the water and brush against her thighs. The woman moved a little closer now and tried to catch the foxes tail between her legs before she gently rubbed the scented soap into his fur there as well. Using her fingers just at the start of his tail she massaged the soap gently in, hoping the animal-humanoid would enjoy the feeling of his tail being handled like that.<br/><br/>Nala however was now standing before the Vulpari, watching Donchen as he was being handled by her sisters with the utmost care and devotion. Donchen could see her nipples harden of the soft cold wind brushing over the wet feathers. He could see her pink feathered hands reaching forward and rubbing him over his belly, slowly descending downwards as she tried to unbutton and unclasp the last remains of his wet clothes in order to throw them over the edge of the bath. It was then that the Vulpari decided to say something.<br/><br/><i>"M-m-my apologies, my name is Donchen. L-look I appreciate what you're doing, but isn't this a little much?" <br/>
</i><br/><br/>Nala pulled her hands back as quickly as she could and bit her bottomlip with a look of shame and guilt flashing through her eyes.<br/><br/>''You.. not want,  wash?''<br/><br/>----------------- Verita --------------------<br/><br/>Verita watched with great interest the strange display of affection being shown between Dal'tek and the new elven woman. Only having met one elf before, the ashen one, she could not believe the beauty and serenity this woman was radiating. A strange thick sweet scent trickled its way into her nose as she sniffed the air the elf was wafting towards her. Verita felt herself go slightly dizzy of the strange smoke curling around the beautiful elf, nevertheless she watched how the wild brown locks danced around her shoulders. The young druid girl could only guess of what it meant to touch each others foreheads, nevertheless the flushed smile and the endearing look in Dal'teks eyes could not be missed by the young keen observer.<br/><br/>''I'd love to hear stories about you, miss Kali. I've only seen one elf before in my life and she is more of a demon then anything else. You have completely changed my opinion about your race with just your appearance miss.''<br/><br/>Verita spoke her mind, still slightly dancing on the tip of her toes to try and make herself look taller then she really is amongst the Aviari and the elf. Even the children that looked about 10 to 12 years old were towering above her. It made her feel small and insignificant, nevertheless she was too curious to care about anything as futile as her own insecurity.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>