<blockquote class="uncited"><div> “Oh yes, there’s nothing like a nice…thick piece of meat sliding down your throat”</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Rela’s suggestive quip along with her playful pinch on his rear caused Alexei to shift in his seat slightly, but the calm grin on his face barely faltered as he grasped one of the hands massaging his shoulders. “Perhaps you’re right. But I believe that some throats should only swallow the best meat.” A mischievous glint flashed through his eyes as he turned back to the game, and behind his seat his tail wound around the catgirl’s leg before giving her own tush a quick stroke.<br/><br/>It wasn’t long until his ears perked up to the sounds of the guards boxing up the rations crates, the fire extinguished soon after with a crackling hiss. Time sure flew when you played games, he acknowledged ruefully as he crossed his arms over his chest. Although his face remained as blank as ever, beneath the board his hand drew slowly across his leather padded, and empty, abdomen. Damn, he’d missed lunch, he grumbled in his mind. Although the army’s stew, while palatable, wasn’t his idea of a good meal, he wasn’t too keen on going through the rest of his day on an empty stomach, but alas there was nothing he could do about it. As well, at least they could get a few more turns in before they again had to put their game on hold.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> "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-“</div></blockquote><br/><br/>For the first time, the smug grin on Alexei’s muzzle vanished for a split second as he gave the kitsune a cold stare, much the way a librarian would glare at rabble-rouser over her glasses. His irises seemed to take a hard, almost diamond-like, luster, and for a moment one could’ve sworn a flash of green broke the amber tone. However, Alexei was equally quick to regain his composure, chuckling lightly as he rolled a chess piece up and down his knuckles. He was about to say something in the vein of “Yes, and not too long ago I saw a master of it at his finest” when Kahmori abruptly cut himself off, and at once further thoughts and extrapolations filled his mind. He was talkative, not likely to shut his mouth on a whim. Something must’ve gone wrong…<br/><br/>(Spot check: 1d20(13) + 11 = 24; pass)<br/>(Listen check: 1d20(3) + 11 = 14; failed :/)<br/>(Initiative: 1d20(1) + 3 = 4)<br/><br/>“Tsk… for all their good parts, humans have a knack for ruining games, don’t they?” He hopped up to his feet quickly, his eyes narrowed darkly as he glances at Rela over his shoulder. “We need to move. And be careful.” With that, he moved into action like the rest of his compatriots, and upon hearing Drir’s mention of the importance of their supply he let out a stern and prompt “Of course, sir” as he staked his place.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> "...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." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>At once, Alexei’s smirk darkened, a lean predatory sway falling over his once-composed movements. “Believe me, I have much more than that to send their way.” With a click, his large curved longbow unhinged from its strap, his hands soon wrapping around holds worn down in the exact shape of his grip. Of course, he had no intention of standing back and taking potshots at them the entire battle. His grin split, revealing the sharp pearly-white fangs he had hidden away behind his demeanor. It looked like he was going to have lunch after all…<br/><br/>“Go on,” he growled, handpaw hovering over his low-slung quiver of arrows. “Shoot first. I dare you…”