<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/T646hbe.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Shassaa Til<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lounge<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kaulo, Open<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong>NA<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Red denim (fit cut), khaki jacket and black shirt, black combat boots.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310769.msg15138102#msg15138102">Quote from: Captain Whitebread on 27-10-2019, 07:10:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kaulo nodded.  She had eaten recently.  That was a good thing.  "Yes," he answered.  "I pilot a Y-Wing."  The starfighter he piloted wasn't surprising.  Few cockpits would be large enough to accommodate him.  One meaty hand reached up to touch the vestigial fin that sprouted from the back of his head.  "My call sign is Fin."<br/><br/>He wasn't surprised that she didn't know what Loa meant.  He frequently had to explain it but he always started with the assumption that someone knew something.  Otherwise he'd have to start with an explanation before the conversation started.  "Loa is meat you don't eat.  You are a carnivore.  Do your kind have a word like that?"<br/><br/>Meat you <strong><em>don't</em></strong> eat, not meat you <strong><em>can't</em></strong> eat.  There was no way that Kaulo was not a meat eater, not with rows upon rows of razor sharp teeth.  He was practically the poster boy for apex predator.  For him to deliberately avoid eating a particular kind of meat was a sign of immense respect.   <br/><br/>He watched as she took a sip from her glass but said nothing.  There was no immediate need for her to make use of her reflexes, so the mild tranquilizer she was consuming would likely not be a problem.  He might become concerned if there was a chance that her consumption would affect his life expectancy but at this point if she wanted to drink alcohol, it was entirely up to her.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Shaassa smiled at the Karkaradon and nodded. "I'm in the Y-Wing club too. Callsign is Fangs. They're not very creative, are they?", she chuckled before becoming quiet to listen to his explanation of the word he used.<br/><br/><em>"Oh, I see. I think I understand"</em>, she replied with enthusiasm.<em>"It's a mark of respect for someone you could eat but won't by choice, is that it? Interesting! We don't have a word like that. My kind has a much more... intimate relationship with nature. We are very selective on what we hunt and kill so as to help the forests thrive. At least that's what I was told. My family are from Shili, but I was raised on Coruscant, so I never got into that hunting thing, really. I still got my kind's senses, though"</em>, she added, pointing at her montrals.<br/><br/><em>"Do you drink?"</em>, she asked Fin as she picked up her glass to take another sip.