<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Sorry to get things a little out of sequence here! Going to kinda rectify things with this post. Also, my apologies for the sizable post. Lots to respond to. XD</div></div></div><br/><br/>~~~Before Kahmori's Little 'speech' ~~~<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> Kahmori could feel a little movement slither downward along his body as Mae reached right between his legs and grasped his cock on the outside of his pants with her palm. “Mmm, Sounds lovely…but surely you’d allow a girl to taste a bit of you as well?” A devious grin curved on her lips “We have three hours until we reach Lakehaven…perhaps we could talk a bit more later?” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Kahmori had expected a response, no doubt. However, he'd not expected such a FAVORABLE response, nor one quite so aggressive. Perhaps he should have, with the way her body seemed to heat up in his grasp, the way she'd moaned so enthusiastically (and audibly) when his hands wandered down to the unprotected cheeks of her rear and gave them a soft, but teasing, squeeze.<br/><br/>With Mae's body pressed up against his own, he easily feels her hand slide between them, sliding down along the interior of one of his legs, and then firmly grasping his cock through the thin material of his breeches. The handsome Kitsune's smile momentarily turns into a look of surprize - but it is there only briefly, before being replaced with one of cool lust "Ohh..." He whispers softly, pressing his crotch a little more insistantly against the palm of her hand " With someone as beautiful as you...I think I'd let you do far more than taste..." He acted as if, for that brief instant, there was absolutely noone else in the caravan. Hell, WHAT caravan?<br/><br/>He never gets to give her another response as she shimmies out of his grip and walked away, her seductive sway drawing his eyes..."...Three hours, hrm?" He says just loudly enough that she might possibly be able to hear him "..It's a date."<br/><br/>Damn. He'd have to...help her reload the wagons later. In private. Gazing lustily after the cute dingo girl, he barely notices Drir's voice until the big minotaur gives him a little nudge...<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “You know, If you had your helpings of veggies everyday like me you might have faired better in our little match the other day” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Shaking his head to snap himself out of his stupor, Kahmori turns his attention to the enormous bovine, a coy smile crossing his lips "Oh?" His voice had a sort of 'superficial' air to it "I think I still won. After all, it was my butt getting slapped - not yours." He gives the friendly, gentle giant a playful push, chuckling softly. Sheesh, the guy was like trying to push a redwood over - still, Kahmori enjoyed the little bits of roughhousing he got to share with Drir "Yea, it is our last day together. I'll miss you, Drir. You'd better stop in an-"<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> "Moo"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"-grk...did....HAHAHAAHAHH!!!!" The playful kitsune doubles over, clutching his stomach in sheer mirth as Drir did the one thing, the ONLY thing, he'd so desperatly wanted to hear. It takes only a few seconds for tears to well up in Kahmori's eyes, and he leans on Drir for support, laughing loudly "Yo-yo-you...really...ahaha!" He gasps for breath inbetween words and laughter, trying to find calm himself - but the giggle-fits just keep on coming.<br/><br/>It seems to take an eternity for him to finally calm back down, one hand dabbing at the corners of his eyes to wipe away those tears of mirth "...By the gods themselves, Drir....I love you. Ohh, wow..." He chuckles gently, Leaning against the big Minotaur like they were practically brothers.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “Perv? Nono my dear Kahmori, I am an artist and that…” Drir says with a nod towards Xali “Is a vision of beauty, A canvas that begs to be...*Painted*“  </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Oh?" Kahmori instantly picks up on the subtle wording, and he gives the friendly minotaur a playful nudge with his arm "A canvas she is." He allows his gaze to also be drawn to the exotic feline and her equally exotic clothing. Kahmori had been trying to figure her out this entire trip. She didn't LOOK like battlefield material. She was pretty, prim, proper...wore fine clothing. She ate politely, spoke politely...hell, he had a feeling she'd even DEVOUR someone politely, if given the opportunity. Of course, what her stomach might do to them...would be a bit less polite. A faint smirk creases his long muzzle - now wasn't that an amusing thought. The leopardess devouring someone...<br/><br/>Oh, the ammo he had. Turning back to Drir, he lowers his voice just a tiny bit "Alas, Drir...I'm afraid you are not as good of an artist as I am. "The grin on the Kitsune's face could have been compared to that of a hyena "I believe I'd have to show you how to truely move your brush in such a way...as to make a work of art." The stupid, subtle wording almost had even him laughing. It was all he could do to keep from degrading into giggles on the spot.<br/><br/>~~~After Kahmori's little 'speech'~~~<br/><br/>Even in the day, he had to admit - the warmth of the fire was a bit inviting. Perhaps simply because he enjoyed the heat...<br/><br/>Still, his little peice about their fighting prowess said, he felt a litle bit better. If nothing else, making the new recruits feel good about themselves would help keep spirits high. Even though, heck...HE was a new recruit. Of course, his optimism made it difficult to ever really feel...'down'.<br/><br/>Kahmori notes a tiny bit of scattered applause - even a little bit from the normally surly wolf who'd seemed to keep his distance from everyone. Except for that cute catgirl.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> She says only a few words as she applauds softly, quietly enough that only Kahimori can hear them. "I think, perhaps, we have." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>For a brief moment, Kahmori's eyes meet Xali's, as if he were trying to look into her very soul. What WAS her purpose here, anyway? Was she really a recruit? She looked so out of place, so very regal. What was her story...?<br/><br/>The brief moment of eye contact ends with a dazzling smile on the part of the Kitsune, and a soft whisper meant for her ears alone "Thanks."<br/><br/>Crouching down beside the game table, Kahmori's intense, icy-blue eyes survey the 'battlefield' listening to Xali as she talks "...Human cooking? Never tasted it, really. Wouldn't mind it, of course..." Mentally, he works on the peices. Where they were. Who was winning. What strategic advantages one had over the other. Alexei and Xali looked to be evenly matched...but Kahmori could tell things were just slightly more shifted in favor of the leopardess. Indeed, she'd sounded kicked HIS butt in seventeen moves...<br/><br/>At the mention of tossing their dead in the ditches, Kahmori faintly smirks, shaking his head slowly back and forth "A waste indeed. Of course, I do prefer my meals....a little more...squirmy." For the briefest of seconds, the little, toying smirk on the kitsune's lips turns into a slightly predatory grin. It had been...eesh...two weeks at least since his last squirming meal. Oh, how delicious that dryad had felt,  squirming down his throat. She'd had a slightly bark-like flavor...but the taste of that flesh...the feeling of her squirming...<br/><br/>An involuntary shudder courses through the big kitsune's body. Suddenly, he found he didn't really have the appetite for stew...ergh, how badly he wanted something more squirmy...<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “You are presented with a battlefield, with both sides matched in skill and number. Yet you watch what your opponent does, pick up their tricks and tendencies. Then, when the moment is right…” He moved his second rook across the board and smoothly took one of the leopardess’s own pawns, effectively pinning her bishop against her queen. “…you make them disappear.” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Kahmori stares at the wolf blankly for a few seconds, the lupine's words drawing him out of his predatory reverie. Alexei was a puzzle as well - one he'd not quite figured out. Normally, he was good at pegging personalities, but both Xali and Alexei confounded him. Xali with her almost regal air. Alexei simply with his anti-social behavior. He alway seemed to be away from the crowd. Even when they'd played chess, very few words had been spoken, despite the Kitsune's incessant chatter.<br/><br/>Those eyes, too. Strange. Guy had a story...and damnit, he was going to root it out!<br/><br/>Smirking faintly, he leans a little bit closer to Alexei, nudging him in the ribs with an elbow as Rela tends to his shoulders "I see. A battlefield where everything is evenly matched, hrm? I believe the object, though...is to make your OPPONENTS peices dissappear, isn't it?' He looks over the board once again, just to make sure. From his perspective, it looked like the wolf was losing. Then again, their tactics were both so far beyond him, it might have been the other way around...<br/><br/>Still, the playful kitsune had to poke fun.<br/><br/>"Ahh, I see what you are doing here! The coveted and mysterious 'Get my tail kicked' tactic. You know, I-" Kahmori's words break off into utter silence. That...was uncommon.<br/><br/>Tilting his head upwards, he softly sniffs the air, his ears perking up high atop his head. He smelled something...something different...<br/><br/>Humans.<br/><br/>Rather than immediently taking action, Kahmori breaks into a yawn - as if THAT was what made him leave a sentence unfinished.<br/><br/>"...Ah." He whispers to Xali and Alexei "...Company. Hope you didn't get full on stew." His voice was thick with excitment, and just a little bit of mirth "Looks like we've been ambushed. Hehe.."<br/><br/>(Spot - 1d20(13) + 12 = 25. Success!)<br/>(Listen - 1d20(4) + 12 = 16...failure. -.-)<br/>(Initiative - 1d20(12) + 4 = 16!)<br/><br/>Acting incredibly uninterested in the game, Kahmori begins to idly look around, only seeming to half-way pay attention to the back-and-forth match of wits between Alexei and Xali. There. A faint shimmer of light off sleep. There...a face. There, a partially-drawn sword and a pair of hands. Hrm - they really were not incredibly proficient at this whole 'ambush' thing, were they?<br/><br/>Kahmori looks up at Drir when the big Minotaur trundles over, giving the three of them directions. Protect the wagon? Nodding faintly at Drir, Kahmori gives a broad grin to the two seated before him "...Well, Xali, Alexei...looks like we've been thrown in together. Not a bad combination. I'll talk them to death, Xali can flash a little thigh, and Alexei can give them that baleful stare. We'll defeat them in no time."<br/><br/>Kahmori's beautiful blue eyes flash briefly, a sort of...strange glow emitting from them for just a split second. Then, a tiny, almost invisible wave of energy flows across his body...<br/><br/>(Kahmori Manifests 'Thicken Skin'. Expends 3 more power points to increase the AC bonus by another 1!)<br/>(Kahmori's Current AC - 19)<br/>(Current PP - 16)<br/><br/>Getting to his feet, Kahmori stands just a little bit closer to Xali...<br/>Protecting her? She was not wearing armor (Of course, neither was he)...but there was not a chance he was going to let a stray arrow find it's way to someone without armor.<br/><br/>Leaning over her just a tiny bit, he continues to watch the game, whispering softly "...Eh, sorry if I bleed on you when the fightin' starts. This...might hurt."