<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 for the drop in quality with this one. I'll step it up next post.</div></div></div><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> "First you push someone a fraction of your size into the water, then not only do you not have the stones to own up to it, you then blame someone else for it," he practically growled. "You can lie to her, but I saw what happened, and I don't let folks pawn off their problems on innocents. Why don't you just grow a pair, admit your mistake and apologize, eh?" He smiled pleasantly, though from both his tone and body language it was very much an implied threat. </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Eruin had spent his entire life interpreting body language - animals used it to communicate their thoughts and feelings alot more than most would think. Not to mention, both he and Rea used body language to communicate all the time - it was pretty easy to see when one of them was happy, sad, angered...<br/><br/>He very much didn't like the implied threat given by this german shepard. Still, he had a good enough humor to let it slide - after all, there really was little reason to start fighting before he ever reached the city. Already, the city was starting to look less and less appetizing by the minute...<br/><br/>Rea, on the other hand, was pissed. The she-wolf's fur bristles all along the entire length of her back, her wagging tail suddenly drooping and growing still - a pretty clear sign of aggression, for those few who knew how to easily read body language. Of course, there was a far more obvious sign of her displeasure - when she pulls back her lips in a snarl, exposing six-inch long canine teeth.<span style="font-style: italic">~ Why this...this...!</span><br/><br/>Placing a hand softly against her neck, Eruin strokes Rea softly, eyeing this canine who'd been so bold<span style="font-style: italic">~Easy, girl. Easy. I've got this.~ </span><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> <br/>"It's alright, really!" she tells Theron, laughing nervously. "I'm sure it was an honest mistake..." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Alyssa's soft little voice is all but covered up when Eruin pokes an accusory finger at the german shepard, his own voice springing right up alongside hers - just a tiny bit louder, and a tiny bit more forceful "Ahhh, her accomplice. I see. I take it YOU came over to try and push me overboard too, hrm? You know, it's really pitiful - types like you taking advantage of poor little pixies like this." He jabs a finger in Twilah's direction "Then you come and try to push the blame off on me. I'm ashamed of you."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~ Don't you think you're running a little too far with this, Eruin? </span><br/><br/>His hand still stroking Rea's side, he steps just a little bit closer to the angry canine. Sheesh, she was mad.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~ Calm down, Rea. I'm just having a bit of fun. I'll tell the pixie I'm sorry when we're alone. Tiefling, too.~</span><br/><br/>The she-wolf's quivering, anxious body seems to relax - if only the slightest bit. At the very least, her lips recover her exposed fangs - it was a step in the right direction<span style="font-style: italic">~I'm watching him....I already hate the city,and we're not even there yet. </span><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “Eh, I don’t mean to interrupt, but may I please see your tickets?” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Eruin's faintly smiling face -and Rea's hard, angry look - both alight on the squirrelfolk as he timidly asks to see the tickets. The confrontation momentarily forgotten, Eruin digs into his pocket and withdraws four tickets. Two he puts back - the little raid on the encampment days before arriving here had been a bit too much of a success. How or why they'd come into possession of tickets, he'd never know - but he could only assume off of a few less fortunate people who wouldn't have to worry about it anymore...<br/><br/>Extending a hand to offer the ticket, Eruin's attention is once more momentarily drawn by the pixie on the ship railing.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “I don’t have a ticket mister mousey sir. Will this do? If not I can always fly to the shore line to get some stones to owner up to it!” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Stones to owner up to it....oh, by the gods themselves...<br/><br/>It was all he could do to keep a straight face, and even then, the corners of his mouth were quivering, trying to break into a smile "Ahh...you know, I...had a friend that was going to come with us." The momentary pause made the lie easy to discern - he was definantly not the most proficient liar one could be, that was for certain "He decided to stay behind, though. I've got this extra ticket...ahh...for her?" He points downwards at the Pixie as she struggles to lift her single, big coin. Where in the world was she carrying that thing...?!<br/><br/>"So!" He continues on, reaching back into his pocket for the third out of four tickets "What say we just give her this one, hrm? Not like she takes up much room." It was, in it's own way, his version of an apology for pushing her off the railing. Of course, he wouldn't admit it - at least, not yet - but the offer was there. Besides, it would save her a gold coin - while might be all she possessed.<br/><br/>Extending the three tickets to the squirrel, he grins "Here you are, three tickets. One for me, one for my puppy-"<br/><br/>Rea's head jerked to Eruin so fast it almost gave her whiplash<span style="font-style: italic">~ WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!?! </span><br/><br/>Now, Eruin couldn't keep a straight face, and he begins to laugh softly to himself - even though noone else could understand the conversation<span style="font-style: italic">~ Hahahhaaa!!! Little puppy...haha!!! ~</span><br/><br/>It was only after handing the tickets to the squirrel that Eruin noticed the very faint glint of steel near the captain's cabin. Had the day been any duller, he'd have missed it entirely. Two other armed people aboard the boat - and this time, both of them were staring at the little group that had formed. Eruin could see the interest in their eyes....what in the hell did THEY want?!<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~ Rea. Jackal and Wolf over by the door. Armed, just like this German Shepard. Keep an eye on them, just in case....they look awfully interested. A little too interested...</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~ Uh...~</span>Came the confused response, followed by a<span style="font-style: italic">~ Uh - oh! Right! Yea, I saw them as soon as we boarded... </span>She lied. Eruin knew - Rea never had been the most observant member of their pack. Or the best tracker. Or, really, even the best at hearing things. She was, though...REALLY good at eating, when something was pointed out to her.