<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8e/Reohuthumb.JPG)</div>Name: Reo<br/>Current Form : Draconic<br/>Players Nearby : Isela<br/>Location: Cliifs overlooking the beaches<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>It wasn't until he felt the barest pat to his tail by Isela still wearing her human skin, that he managed to drag his attention from the beachhead. Already, his kin were diving and swooping at the thing, marring his beautiful cove with acids, inks, and any other manner of nastiness. The mourning for Astrianos had come and gone, and all that was left at that point was the urge to protect the woman behind him.<br/><br/>At her urging, he carefully unwound his tail from her, and uncurled a bit to allow her room to regain her shape. Head swiveling back and forth between her and the crab on the beach that was now being assaulted by at least four nestmates, his instincts were again torn. From the looks of it, they seemed to slowly but surely be taking the thing apart. A challenge for one of them seemingly not so much against a combined effort.<br/><br/>Without realizing it, he had begun to slowly pace the cliff, claws further marring the edges as he sought a decision. Looking up as one of the other silvers darted past, he nodded slightly at her and the distinct brush of her mind. The little show of respect did not help his ego any, for sure. Stopping dead, he had seemingly made up his mind as one of the blackened legs spun off into the water.<br/><br/><em>No. They seem to have it well in hand. The last thing we need is to cluster down there, and accidentally spray one another. I don't entirely wish to have a bolt of Isela hit my hide, or any of that acid wash over me. You are staying here, out of reach, where I can keep an eye on you.</em><br/>