<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=12427.msg511647#msg511647">Quote from: strangely made on 20-01-2008, 17:45:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong> Xholkrox</strong><br/><br/>Raising his eyebrow at the old T'Skrang, Xholkrox smiled "I'm never done admiring myself, old one" he said honestly "How could I be, with my fine features, admirable dress sense and skill in wooing the females I am a sight to behold. Truly a fine specimen of T'Skang, possible the finest that has been born for many an age." He paused as he bent down and held his hand out for the T'Skang. He didn't know why the old one had swam to the shore instead of docking his boat but that wasn't for him to figure out. He was only on guard duty and the Females of the nialls to find out. He was only to sound the alarm in the event of an attack and surely a old T'Skang wasn't going to attack his own kind.<br/><br/>"Come on Old one, I'll escort you to the nialls" he said as he waved his hand impatiently, he was cold and wanted to get dressed, his shift was almost over and he was eager to visit the tavern with his friends so that he could test his so called skills with the females. So far his attempts had come to nought but he hoped that one day soon he would achieve his aim and bed one of the many females that had caught his eyes, though he didn't know who and he was in fact a bit vague of the actual act it's self.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Oh save it, you young whippersnapper! I'd be suprised if every female doesn't run screaming the other way when you come walking down the road...boy." The old T'Skrang looked Xholkrox up and down to confirm he really was talking to a male. It was almost impossible for a non T'Skrang to tell the sex of a T'Skrang without his or her clothes on. For one thing, their genetalia was well hidden untill needed, and the females did not have breasts. To make matters even more complicated, it was actually the males that produced milk for the young, and this without even having any breasts! The way of the T'Skrang was often confusing to other Namegivers, but they themselves could read the sublte signs as an open book and had no trouble determening eachothers sex.<br/>"And I'd much prefer if you did not in fact take me to the Women's Council. I have never met a woman who doesn't seem to take a perverse pleasure in putting men to work, even if they don't belong in the village!" The Elder squeezed as much water out of his hat as he could, before putting it back on. He would probably look quite striking once his clothes had dried a bit, Xholkrox concluded. Small tentacular like growths under his nostrils made it look like he had a long moustache, even though T'Skrang didn't have any hair. It was a sure sign that Xholkrox had been right: the man before him was quite old.<br/>"I believe there is an inn in the village? I much rather go there, and I charge you with the task of showing the way!"<br/>Xholkrox first now noticed the long and sleek looking sword hanging from the Elder's belt. It was still sheated, but that could probably change in a flash. The stranger didn't seem the violent type, but why risk it? Besides, the inn seemed much more inviting than this blasted fog...