Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)
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				Title: <strong>Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 09:13:04</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Ensign Ava Lawson</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/6e3d1f8f9c340969404bfe766fcdc83f/tumblr_mj35mbTd0P1rm6tl9o1_500.jpg)<br></div></div><br>Ensign Ava Lawson rose stiffly from her chair and stretched, raising up on her tip toes, her slender arms raised high above her head.&nbsp; She had been sitting, bent over her console for the last several hours, intent on her current duties.&nbsp; As the youngest scientist aboard the space ship, she was often asked to do a few more of the tedious projects.&nbsp; For a few minutes, she paced behind the chair in her personal cabin, her mind racing over the implications of their newest discovery.<br><br>If her calculations and experiments proved correct, they may have found a combination of minerals that they could synthesize and use for another power supply.&nbsp; So far, she had not even begun the testing process but the computer already confirmed her calculations and that was the starting point.&nbsp; She still had much work to do before they would be ready to test anything.&nbsp; With a sigh, she reached up and pulled her silky long blonde hair from the tight ponytail she wore it in, letting her locks cascade down her back.&nbsp; She rubbed her scalp tenderly and smiled at the relief of having her hair loose.&nbsp; She glanced down at her console and sighed.&nbsp; More work would have to wait for the morning.&nbsp; As it was, she had to be up for her shift in five hours.<br><br>Ava unzipped her standard issue gray and white uniform as she stepped to her standard built in dresser.&nbsp; Peeling the tight uniform off her slender body, she stepped out of the outfit.&nbsp; She paused for a moment, her hand hovering over the sleek metal drawer with her nightwear, and thought about not wearing anything to bed for a night.&nbsp; It was not often that she got to wear civilian clothing as this mission was so far into unexplored space that there were no stations to stop at for leave.&nbsp; But, at any moment, there could be an emergency and she didn't want to be running around the ship nude to get to her station.&nbsp; With a sigh, she pulled out a small, skin tight light pink tank top and matching looser shorts.&nbsp; She enjoyed looking feminine to sleep as it was the only time she was allowed such a luxury.&nbsp; She slipped into the clothes quickly then padded over to her small, twin bed.&nbsp; It's sleek metal base shown in the light of her room and the thick, comfortable mattress called to her.&nbsp; Pulling back the light covers, she slid between the sheets and pressed a button on the side of her bed and the lights in the room turned off.&nbsp; It did not take long for Ava to drift off to sleep with chemical compounds dancing through her mind.<br><br>It was a tremor in the vessel that woke Ava in an instant.&nbsp; With the ship being run with both climate control and gravity systems, something that shook the ship was enough to throw off the feel of the ship.&nbsp; Sitting bolt upright, she threw the covers off her slender body just as the klaxons started screeching a warning to all on the ship.&nbsp; The emergency lights flicked on as she bounced from the bed and moved to her console.&nbsp; While she didn't have access to all of the ships systems from her quarters, she had enough access to begin assessing the situation.&nbsp; She knew all of the crew of eight, including herself, would be doing their jobs.&nbsp; Tapping quickly on the console, she began looking into the multitude of systems that kept this ship running and her eyes widened as all of them were sending warning messages.&nbsp; While her heart pounded in her chest, the years of drills and training kicked in and she continued evaluating even as she clicked a small button next to her console.&nbsp; <br><br>“Captain, Ensign Lawson reporting in.”&nbsp; Ava said, her tone surprisingly matter-of-fact.&nbsp; She was grateful for that as she was feeling quite panicked.&nbsp; “I'm showing malfunctions in the majority of our systems.”&nbsp; She clicked away on the computer, her eyes reading quickly with the aide of her ocular implants.&nbsp; “Life support systems will fail in under two minutes...”&nbsp; The ship shook violently and she had to grab the shiny metal console to stay standing.&nbsp; <br><br>Rather than responding to her personally, the Captains voice filled the ship, the message garbled lightly with static.&nbsp; The communications systems were failing which meant that, soon enough, the crew wouldn't be able to speak to one another.&nbsp; “We are experiencing total system malfunctions.&nbsp; I am ordering everyone to the escape pods.”&nbsp; His voice was commanding but calm.&nbsp; It always amazed her that he could seem completely calm in any situation.&nbsp; <br><br>Ava heard a loud explosion as she reached down to the computer.&nbsp; Setting the computer to download some files for her, she stepped away quickly and scooped up her uniform from the short carpeted floor.&nbsp; She slid it on over her nightwear and zipped it up quickly, glad that it was so easy to put on.&nbsp; In a matter of a minute, the computer downloaded the information into her hand held system and she grabbed it before running for the door.&nbsp; It was a huge risk for her to take but the information was too important to leave behind.&nbsp; The door slid open and she began running down the hall just as the ship shook again, throwing her off balance.&nbsp; She bounced into the wall before crashing to the ground with a grunt.&nbsp; Pulling herself up quickly, she heard the metal of the ship groan and another explosion as the ship seemed to be pulling apart. <br><br>The klaxons continued screeching as she ran through the halls.&nbsp; She paused for a brief moment in front of the lift doors before thinking better of it.&nbsp; With all the systems failing, she didn't want to end up trapped on the lift so she turned from the double doors and ran to a small panel in the wall.&nbsp; Pressing a button, the panel popped forward and inch and she pried it open with her hand, tossing the thin metal away and climbed in.&nbsp; Moving quickly on hands and knees, she continued through the conduits as fast as she could.&nbsp; She took the first left and continued forward until it met with another shaft that would move her down rapidly.&nbsp; She gripped the rungs of the small metal ladder and began the climb downward.&nbsp; Halfway down, the ship rocked violently and she lost her grip and fell down the ladder to the bottom, her body bumping against the sleek metal walls of the shaft and the more painful rungs of the ladder.&nbsp; Crashing to the floor, she cried out in pain as she felt the side of her body take the brunt of the fall.&nbsp; Having no time, she winced in pain as she continued through the shafts in the belly of the ship until she got to the right area.&nbsp; Pushing out another panel, she slipped out gracelessly and forced herself to her feet.<br><br>Ava ran as fast as she could through the halls of the ship.&nbsp; Her limp slowed her some but desperation forced her forward.&nbsp; She knew now that there was no saving the ship.&nbsp; Scattered debris littered the halls and made the run toward the escape pods hazardous.&nbsp; Finally, she reached the double doors to her assigned pod and, gratefully, the doors slid open even as the ship continued to rock and shake under her feet.&nbsp; Opening the pod, she stepped in and the door closed behind her, sealing her in.&nbsp; Sitting in the seat, she entered the launch sequence quickly as another explosion bucked the ship.&nbsp; The pod began to lift from the ship and the air lock opened for the pod to enter space.&nbsp; After she entered the commands, the pod would get her to a predetermined distance from the ship on it's own, allowing her to focus on other things.<br><br>Ensign Lawson tapped the buttons on the console quickly, turning on the limited sensors of the pod.&nbsp; She quickly filtered the sensors to focus on the life signs of the other crewmen.&nbsp; She needed to know that they made it to their pods and would be safe.&nbsp; Her display popped up, showing her the locations of the crew she had spent the last few years with.&nbsp; Most of them were close to their escape pods and would be following her out shortly and there were two that were still deep in the ship, unmoving forms.&nbsp; They were alive or the computer wouldn't show them as such but they were no longer moving.&nbsp; Her pale, ice blue eyes widened at the realization that her friends were stuck and her hand moved to the communications system on the pod right as another explosion rocked the ship.&nbsp; The force of the explosion pushed the pod away from the vessel too fast and too hard, slamming Avas head into the back of her chair, knocking her unconscious instantly.&nbsp; The pod shot off course and further away from the ship than intended just as the science vessel exploded leaving nothing but bits of metal behind.<br><br>Even before her eyes opened, Ava felt herself coming to, the pain in her head and body overwhelming.&nbsp; She groaned and her head turned slightly causing the world behind her eyelids to spin.&nbsp; Raising her hands, she gripped her head gently, and slowly opened her eyes.&nbsp; She blinked several times as the memory of what just happened hit her.&nbsp; With another pained groan, she forced herself to lean forward and check her readouts.&nbsp; She had to know if her crewmen and friends survived.&nbsp; Slowly, she tapped on the console and had the sensors check for the other pods.&nbsp; Finding none, the systems beeped at her as it concluded the search.&nbsp; Tears filled her ice blue eyes and fell down her cheeks even as she reached for the emergency medical equipment.&nbsp; She let the tears fall unchecked as she reached for a pain patch.&nbsp; Tearing the package open, she raised her sleeve and stuck the patch to her arm.&nbsp; If the sensors were right, she was the only one that made it out of the ship.&nbsp; <br><br>Over the next two days, Ava kept the pod in the area, running constant scans in case someone did make it and had been pushed out of range.&nbsp; The tiny bit of hope kept her going as she tended to her wounds the best she could and began diagnostics on the pods systems.&nbsp; The explosion had done some damage and she needed to know what she was dealing with and full systems diagnostics took a long time even for something as small as the escape pod.&nbsp; Finally, the computer beeped at her several times to alert her to the fact that they were done.&nbsp; With a sigh, she sat back down and glanced over the console quickly, her eyes moving over the information rapidly as her implant did most of the work.&nbsp; Several of the systems were damaged though none critically. But it was enough.&nbsp; While the pods were designed to allow for easy escape from a ship, they didn't come equipped with faster than light travel so she was still stuck in this vastness of empty space.&nbsp; With the damage to the pod, she wouldn't survive long if she had to keep all the systems running.&nbsp; Making the decision, she began the process to enact the suspended animation system aboard the pod.&nbsp; It would put her into a near death state and shut down all non necessary systems on the escape pod to conserve power.&nbsp; She could live for a decade or more in the suspended animation.&nbsp; And, should they not send any messages for a couple of years, perhaps someone from the Alliance would come out and collect her.&nbsp; <br><br>Clicking a button on the side of the chair, the back of the chair moved of its own accord and extended to make room for her to lay rather than sit.&nbsp; She pulled the removable padding from the chair and set it aside, revealing the biometric system that would monitor her body functions and keep her suspended or wake her if there were complications.&nbsp; She laid herself onto the makeshift bed and felt the sensors move along her body even as she strapped herself in.&nbsp; After the last code was verbally given to the computer, she would enter stasis.&nbsp; With a heavy heart, she muttered out the code for the computer and felt nothing as she drifted off to sleep and then deeper into stasis.&nbsp; <br><br>Ava was utterly unaware of the tractor beam locking onto her pod and she didn't hear the light beeping of the computer as it began reversing the stasis. But, the moment the tractor beam hit the pod, the computer started to wake the woman within.&nbsp; The biometric system began scanning her body once again.&nbsp; While it would take hours to do so safely, the computer didn't register the actions of the rescuer as aggressive so was programmed to wake Ava in the safest way possible.&nbsp; By the time the pod was opened from the outside, her hearing had returned and so had her thoughts.&nbsp; Though groggy and slow, she realized that something had changed though the details were beyond her ability to process yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 11:18:13</strong>
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				Whistling softly to himself, Far-Eye went through his familiar routines aboard ATR-32-OP. The tiny outpost on the outskirts of his people's territory would be a terrible hell to many of his brethren. Isolated and quiet, surrounded by days of desolate vacuum, it seemed a punishment to send any of his kind there. The outpost had certainly been abused enough by past keepers as proof of that.<br><br>But Far-Eye was not typical of his kind. That had been made quite apparent to him all of his life. Little of the horn-flashing, splashy antics of his fellows afflicted Far-Eye. Even when, perhaps, it should have. Being a Red-Horn, the lad had survived a brutal youth to earn the right to chose his own name and path. Really, he could not fathom his sire's surprise and disgust. Hadn't it always been obvious that he was different? As different as the coiling vein of iridescent blue-green that bisected the red rings of his proud horns that stood out so proudly from his ubiquitous gray. There hadn't been one like him in living memory.<br><br>After years of hellish training with the warriors who despised him, after fighting on the front lines with their faceless, feared enemy with the superior technology, he had at last found his place. Away from the pressures of a home and peoples that never held him well, from a fight that was not his.<br><br>The psyche tests and questions from baffled superiors were an annoyance he tolerated for the chance to be free. And, even as they shook their heavy heads in disbelief, they sent him away to what they saw as a punishment, a necessary evil. No, being the silent sentinel over the sensor net that dotted the asteroid field that once fueled the Mistwalker's race to space was uniquely suited to him.<br><br>Most would see a lifeless desert, but he saw beauty and a unique freedom, no matter than he was tied to his tiny island of refuge, sunk deep into one of the largest of the dead asteroids. Here, he could spend years making the outpost his home, away from the chaos and stress of his birthplace.<br><br>Finished with reviewing the sensor readings that had come in while he slept, the man stretched sinuously and input the next series of instructions. These were atypical in that, instead of their usual twelve hour cycle, they were to continue for three days. If he did not return, the computer would send out a distress signal for another to come and babysit the sensor net. A glance showed nothing unusual in the facility itself nor its immediate surroundings.<br><br>"Another quiet day," Far hummed peacefully and climbed down the ringing metal ladder-stairs to the primary living deck below. There was squid left from his dinner the cycle before and he used the food prep unit to synthesize some mashed tubers over which he threw a handful of his carefully cultivated greens. Rather than sit at the hook-shaped couch as he normally would, Far-Eye made his way to the lowest floor of the outpost. Today was a break in routine and he had been preparing for it for a week now. <br><br>Today was the monthly inspection of the area the outpost oversaw. A minute looking over of the more sensitive sensor net that deflected dangerous projectiles from the vulnerable station and it's attendant field of solar collectors for power. The solar collectors were an older, more primitive system, but with the constant glare of nearby Yellow-12, there was no point in replacing it. Even if the system could be a bit temperamental with age. Far knew this, because he spent quite a lot of time in a pressure suit fiddling the system into further life. One of the things that kept his posting from becoming to dull.<br><br>Finishing up his last home-cooked meal for a few days, Far cast a critical eye over his domain to assure himself that he had indeed done everything that could be done to ensure his brief absence wouldn't be detrimental. One of the fish in the tank below his feet splashed noisily as though in farewell.<br><br>Smiling, he strode into the adjacent square building that had once been barracks in a different life. He carefully sealed the two spaces with the heavy door as a safety measure before climbing into his hated pressure suit. A necessary evil yes, but one he would never enjoy. It pulled and matted his fur and made him feel more trapped than the deepest dive. Then he grabbed the pre-prepared hand truck of supplies and retreated to the big airlock to seal it behind him. When the computer cycled clear, the air rushed out with a rush of sound that faded to silence until the outside doors could open.<br><br>Thousands of footsteps had packed down the harsh, cindery surface of the asteroid, tromping out to the patch of blasted ground that had been the large landing zone since the beginning. A smaller shuttle could have docked right in the doorway of the airlock but this ship was too large for that. This isolated, a ship with no FTL would be pointless. And a faster-than-light drive meant bulk. The ships were used seldom used and an umbilical system too elaborate to justify the effort or expense. So Far-Eye, like the keepers before him, suited up and made the short trek to the ship.<br><br>It was an ugly mish-mash of technology, useless to a peoples at war, but adequate for what Far had to do. While the ship warmed up and brought all of its systems online, he stowed away his gear and ensured everything was as he left it the last time he did this. Satisfied, he returned to the cockpit and gently eased the ship away from the asteroid's surface and followed his flight plan.<br><br>For nearly two days, everything went as planned. He ate, slept and watched his sensors as the ship moved through the vacuum. The repairs to sensor 1243 went quickly and easily and the odd readings from 734 turned out to be a dirty lens. Now, it was time to head home and he happily turned the ship's nose that direction.<br><br>The urgent blat of sound from the computer was so out of context that Far-Eye took a long moment to react. What in the three moons was that? Hesitantly, he acknowledged the computer's urgent notification and startled at the readings of human technology. Human? Here? A cold thrill of fear skittered down his spine as all of the horrifying tales of those deadly creatures rushed back to him. Small and helpless-seeming, the horribly hairless beasts could weaken the most deadly of warriors with abilities seemingly beyond scientific explanation. Even behind their superior technology, there was something horrific and alien about them.<br><br>It was against policy to do what his innate curiosity was urging him to do. After all, when might he ever get a chance to see some of their alien technology? Yet he had been told time and again that it was dangerous, deadly even.<br><br>Torn, Far-Eye once more set the ship for home and watched the little indicator on the computer start to move away.<br><br>Could he really ignore the mystery of what that speck of technology might be?<br><br>Agonized between duty and a curiosity that had always set him apart from his kind, Far was paralyzed with indecision as the ship drifted ever further from the enticing little conundrum. It was inevitable in a way, that he would once again go his own way, wheeling the nose of the ship around and blasting back to where the signal originated from.<br><br>The strange blip was a pod of sorts with no notable propulsion system of its own. <br><br>"How did you get out here on your own?" Far-Eye wondered to himself as the tractor beam locked on to the object. He could see that it was lightly damaged and showed signs of having come some distance, if its location weren't proof enough. Oh well, he knew traders that would pay for something as intriguing as this once he sated his own curiosity. The sensors didn't detect anything of interest, but they also couldn't penetrate the thing.<br><br>With the elongated clamshell-shaped object in the hold, Far returned to his path home with renewed eagerness. Once settled in beside the outpost and the computers assuring him that nothing interesting had happened while he was gone, Far forced himself to stick to his routine, despite his burning curiosity about his prize. Clean up the ship, collect his things, list what would need restocking before his next trip out, stack everything on the wheeled cart and get it into the airlock. He had to cycle the lock through twice, retrieving the heavy anti-grav sled he had rare need of, grateful the damn thing was still holding a charge.<br><br>Only then did he actually see the strange object. <br><br>It was silvery and sleek, its gleaming surface banged up and scorched from solar radiation. He ran a gloved hand over the surface, noting the smear of his touch through the sooty, clingy film.<br><br>"What have you been through, hmm?"<br><br>Sensors hadn't detected anything alarming on the surface so he angled the anti-grav sled to slide beneath the alien pod, which rocked beneath its weight, even in the poor gravity the asteroid provided. The thing was large enough that he wasn't sure it would actually fit in the airlock, which would be a damn shame. Luckily, angling the sled managed to let the big doors cycle tightly shut and he could drag his prize inside. Amidst the familiar trappings of his home, the object was larger than he'd realized, and looked even more alien.<br><br>With full gravity provided by the generator deep in the base of the outpost pod, the alien object was a challenge to the anti-grav sled, but it managed. Rather than take his chances on the metal-grate floor of the main habitat, Far parked the object in the old barracks and gratefully stripped naked. From the shop and sick bay areas, he collected sensors to go over the object with more detail and ensure no biological hitchhikers had snuck in on the sleek surface. No, he was safe, but the medical diagnostic unit picked up a faint flicker of a biological from... inside the object. <br><br>Biological. Could this be a scientific probe? If it was, it really had wandered off its path. Then Far-Eye walked around, gauging its size. It would be enormous for some sort of escape pod. Not to mention it had quite clearly been adrift for some time. Possibly months. No, some sort of sample-gathering probe made far more sense. Feeling better about the whole endeavor, Far ran through his tasks in the outpost and left his report for later. Once again raiding the medical tech, he set up a quarantine field around the pod before further prodding at his enticing puzzle.<br><br>In the end, the puzzle was so simple, he triggered in nearly by accident. The button and latch popped and the entire upper third of the strange object swung up with a hiss of escaping atmosphere. Startled into jumping back, Far braced himself and moved close again, ignoring the tingle of the quarantine field... and peered inside.<br><br>Whatever he might have expected, might have entertained in the back of his mind, the reality shocked him still in fascination and fear.<br><br>He had never actually seen one of them before. <br><br>Really, what else could it be?<br><br>Hairless monkey, smooth-skin, tail-less. <br><br>The derogatory names rushed through his mind as Far leaned in closer to examine the delicate creature. So tiny and frail-looking, it made him wonder what sort of utopian world they had evolved from. The gray and white clothing clung to a curvy, small-boned body, not built like any of his kind, that was for certain. It was so pale it hardly seemed natural, with a curiously long mane of fine fur growing from its head that matched small, wing like tufts above the closed eyes. Skin so colorless and thin, he could see the warm blood color right through it.<br><br>Hardly daring to take his eyes off what he had been told again and again was a dangerous and sly enemy, Far tapped at the quarantine unit so that it would give him a basic internal scan of his guest. Suddenly, years of rumor mongering and fear tactics seemed like so much noise. The internal organs and skeletal structure were remarkably similar, even a vestigial tail! <br><br>And 'it' was very much female.<br><br>Standing up on his strong, webbed toes, Far-Eye peered at the control unit of the quarantine unit and its poor details. Then, a small noise caught his attention and he looked nearly straight down...<br><br>Into the most fascinating pair of shallow-water blue eyes.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 02:21:58</strong>
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				Ever so slowly, Ava regained use of her senses as the biometric system worked to completely pull her out of the stasis.&nbsp; She heard a very quiet movement within the pod and, for the moment, presumed that it was some sort of rescue party.&nbsp; Only the Alliance knew that they were out there and the scans of the region showed that there weren't other ships or occupied planets in the area.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath, she released it slowly, willing her other senses to catch up in her foggy mind.<br><br>It was only a few moments later that she regained her sense of smell and there was something new in the air but her mind couldn't identify it.&nbsp; She had no implants for that as it wasn't nearly as important to her as her sight and hearing.&nbsp; Then, her disoriented mind remembered that, in order to attempt to see, she needed to open her eyes.&nbsp; Her eyes flicked open slowly, the pod being covered in a misty film to her eyes.&nbsp; Though, the truth was that her sight was still returning.&nbsp; Seeing an odd, large shape standing very close to her.&nbsp; The dark blob was something she, as yet, couldn't identify.&nbsp; She blinked her blue eyes rapidly, trying hard to clear them.&nbsp; And, after several attempts, she finally saw clearly.&nbsp; <br><br>The dark blob wasn't a blob at all but, rather, another race.&nbsp; One that wasn't a part of the Alliance, her foggy mind noticed quickly.&nbsp; She was at least familiar with every race in the Alliance and this person standing nearby was not one of them.&nbsp; Rather rudely, she stared at the person, while she tried to figure out where she had seen its race.&nbsp; It took another couple of moments for the reality to dawn on her.&nbsp; It couldn't be?&nbsp; Could it?&nbsp; Was she actually in the pod with a Mistwalker?&nbsp; <br><br>Just the thought alone caused her heart rate to increase and her adrenal glands began working over-time.&nbsp; The biometric system beeped at her and, while much quieter than warning klaxons, it was still an obnoxious little noise.&nbsp; Panic was often a side effect of of spending time in stasis and the sensors read her increases as such.&nbsp; Still strapped on the makeshift table, she felt a slight prick on the side of her neck and heard the smallest hiss from the hypodermic spray being introduced to her system.&nbsp; Her eyes widened but, then she remembered that it was just a mild sedative that the computer administered if the occupant started panicking after the safe wake-up.&nbsp; Almost instantly, her nerves settled and her tensed muscles relaxed.&nbsp; Feeling quite a bit better, she turned her head to the person in the pod.<br><br>“Wh..” She tried to talk and had to clear her throat to get her voice going again.&nbsp; It had been awhile since she used it.&nbsp; “Who are you?”&nbsp; She asked, her tone neutral but calm.&nbsp; While she was an officer in a military organization, she sounded less like a commanding officer and more like a drained woman.&nbsp; Slowly, she began releasing herself from the biometric table.&nbsp; She was quite careful as she didn't know yet how long she had been in stasis and, while the system keeps the occupants muscles from atrophying, there would probably be a day or two of weakness she would have to deal with.&nbsp; Once freed from the bonds that kept her safely against the sensors, she slowly sat up, her eyes glued to the person.&nbsp; She was careful to do nothing that would look threatening. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 05:59:56</strong>
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				It... her very calm alarmed Far-Eye more than understandable panic. Whistling in wordless alarm, he shied back, every horror story about these seemingly harmless smoothskins crashing through his mind. His mind, by all the holies, what would she do to his mind? All his kind knew those tales, how the humans would sap the will from a warrior, leave them helpless to die dishonorably like cowards. Far was shocked how much that idea bothered him, as he honestly believed all of that dogma to be part of his past.<br><br>But there was no mistaking his animal reaction, the long hairs at the base of his neck and along his jaw bristling, lips pulled back from white teeth in a snarl. He hadn't heard that sound in his own voice since being tested so brutally as a youth. He felt so very naked and alone in that moment and it had nothing to do with the physical reality of this incomprehensible situation. Yet, even through his alarm, he could not help but stare at her in fascination. So impossibly fair, colorless really, against the ubiquitous gray of his people. No claws, no fur, no teeth behind the softly parted lips, these Humans made no sense! <br><br>Nostrils flaring, he could not fight his instincts to learn everything he could, no matter the danger her scent might cause him. As utterly foreign as everything else about her, there was something strangely familiar in the warming smell of her as it wafted across the space between them. The words she spoke, for that's all the harsh sounds could have been, were gibberish to him and part of him wondered frantically after his universal translator. In this old facility, it was by no means an easy convenience, but he did have it. But the main computer was a room and two decks away and there was no way he could take his eyes off of her for an instant. Who knew what she could be capable of?<br><br>There was no weapons handy. Not so much a length of pipe from a half finished repair. <br><br>"Never thought I'd ever curse myself for being neat," he grumbled to himself, his voice harsh and stressed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 09:00:50</strong>
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				Ava blinked as the person began moving away from her as though she were something to fear.&nbsp; It was a strange feeling to be feared and she had never known it before.&nbsp; No one else she had ever met feared her as she was a slip of a woman and a scientist at that.&nbsp; While there were a great many scary things she could do to someone with the use of computers or chemistry, there was little she could do to the person backing away from her.&nbsp; A few realizations hit her at the same moment.&nbsp; She had heard that the Mistwalkers raped people and then ripped their bodies apart.&nbsp; But, she was harnessed into the pod and unable to move at all and he did neither or those things.&nbsp; And, she also realized that she had no weapon with her.&nbsp; An energy side arm was part of the regulation uniform but, on a small ship of eight scientists, no one ever wore them.&nbsp; Although, she did have some aboard the pod but didn't want to resort to grabbing it unless the Mistwalker tried to hurt her.&nbsp; She blinked a couple more times, grateful for the sedative because she could think clearly rather than laying there terrified of the person.<br><br>She watched the Mistwalker bristle and kept her distance.&nbsp; He looked quite feline to her and when cats of all types were bristling they were either angry or scared.&nbsp; But, she continued to stare at him and quickly understood that the being in front of her was a man.&nbsp; The scientist in her woke as she continued to shake off the stasis experience.&nbsp; Slowly, she rose from the biometric table, standing on her shaky legs for the first time in awhile.&nbsp; Holding onto the table with her hand until she felt steady, she continued to focus on the man.&nbsp; His fur was rather interesting.&nbsp; She wondered if it was as soft as it looked though she wasn't going to get close to him to find out.&nbsp; They were well known to gut people with their long claws, leaving their insides on the outside.&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled at his words and had gathered that he didn't understand a word she was saying.&nbsp; Her implant allowed her to understand his words but she understood quickly that he didn't have such a device.&nbsp; She pondered for a moment before giving the Pod computer an order to translate her words into his language.&nbsp; Then, she tried the talking thing again.<br><br>“Hello.&nbsp; My name is Ava.”&nbsp; She began quietly but clearly.&nbsp; “Who are you?”&nbsp; She asked.&nbsp; Ava was utterly fascinated by the Mistwalker though she knew better than to get close.&nbsp; She had seen the occasional holo of the people and had read some logs from people who scanned one of their vessels but that was very little information about anything other than the metals used in their hulls.&nbsp; But, for her, she wanted to touch him. She wanted to look closely at him and be able to feel his fur.&nbsp; He was intriguing and the scientist in her wanted answers.&nbsp; She wasn't a xenobiologist nor even a biologist so her intent wasn't to study him like a lab rat but, rather, get to know him.&nbsp; But, she had to have some way to assure herself that he wasn't going to rip her apart before she got anywhere near him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 10:22:52</strong>
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				She didn't seem at all dangerous, but small and fragile. Even climbing from the strange pod made her slender limbs shake. Without consciously realizing he had even done so, Far-Eye began to quiet, his fur ridges calming and some of the rigid tension in his muscles fading. What did he do? This was a human! An enemy of his people! But he had rescued her from what would have been certain death as she had been headed straight for the desolate wastelands of the asteroid field and beyond. There was a bond of honor now, human or no human. Not that he expected the strange savage to understand that. <br><br>Still fascinated by her striking coloring, the eyes in particular, he noted that the pale blue pools were having the slightest bit of trouble reacting to visual stimuli. They were clearly a visual species, any fool could see that, with that foreshortened face, so the discrepancy caught his attention. How long had she been in the strange pod anyway? Only then did he note that she favored her right leg and there were faint smears of blood on the fabric of her clothing. That spoke of some sort of emergency to him.<br><br>When she touched the pod, he stiffened again. Was this some sort of threat to him? Could the complicated device harm him? Then she spoke again in her harsh tongue and he startled at his own language coming from the large device.<br><br>“<strong>Hello. My name is Ava</strong>.” She began quietly but clearly. “<strong>Who are you</strong>?”<br><br>Silently mouthing the small name, the sound almost musical even if it was nonsense, he almost missed her sudden stagger. With a powerful lunge, completely unthinkingly, he was close, impossibly close. She... Ava... startled with the threat of the motion, of his big hands on her small body. Both of them were stock still at the empty threat of closeness, bellies touching, one of his hands open on her back, the other gently restraining her arm where she had reflexively reached back to the pod. Gray-black eyes flickered from her pale face to the shockingly bare hand pressed to his chest. Rigidly still, Far unconsciously breathed deep once more, again sampling her scent as it mixed with the smells of his home and the foreign tang of the pod. <br><br>This close, her eyes were even more hypnotic, bands of blues radiating away from the inky pupil that stood out so starkly against her paleness.<br><br>"Far-Eye," he heard himself whisper. "My name is Far-Eye."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 11:51:38</strong>
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				After she spoke, she watched his face intently, trying to read his expression to figure out if the translator worked well.&nbsp; Involuntarily, she took a step forward and her shaking body stumbled from the small movement.&nbsp; Ava gasped at the speed in which the male moved.&nbsp; She jumped at the sudden rush toward her, the threat to her person countering some of the sedative and, a bit delayed, she reached toward the lower end of the console where a supply of guns were stashed.&nbsp; Her arm flung out toward her only defense but he was on her too quick.&nbsp; She froze, her body pressed against him, one hand finally touching the fur she had been so entranced by and the other arm held away from her weapon.&nbsp; Ava trembled in his arms, aware of his superior strength, her pale blue eyes locked into his gray-black stare.&nbsp; She gasped again at his deep inhale and her hand tightened lightly in his fur, the upper coat and lower coat feeling different to her hands.&nbsp; <br><br>If she had been able to look away, she would have marveled at their almost opposite coloring but his eyes held her rapt.&nbsp; But her fingers moved gently on his chest even as her palm stayed flat against him.&nbsp; <br><br>“Oh.”&nbsp; She whispered back after Far-Eye spoke.&nbsp; Her words were failing her.&nbsp; She blinked once, a quick fluttering of her eyelids.&nbsp; “Nice to meet you, Far-Eye.”&nbsp; She finally managed.&nbsp; It was not what she wanted to say and she inwardly winced at the words but her mind didn't seem to offer anything better with this strange and enchanting male so close to her.&nbsp; She swallowed hard and her body slowly ceased trembling.&nbsp; He hadn't caused any harm and didn't seem as though it was his intention.&nbsp; Had he meant to help her?&nbsp; She replayed the moments before he lunged in her mind from a birds-eye view.&nbsp; The pieces fell into place quickly – she had stumbled from the stasis and injuries on her right side from the fall down the ladder and he had caught her.&nbsp; And she had gone for her gun!&nbsp; Her cheeks turned pink, embarrassed by her actions.&nbsp; “Thank you.”&nbsp; She said quietly, her voice unthinkingly sensual.&nbsp; “For catching me.”&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 22:00:52</strong>
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				The blur of movement had been instinctual, recognizing the small hand in its defensive reach for something in the pod. Something in this Ava begged for his gentleness, be it her childlike stature or her vulnerable bareness, he couldn't guess. That small hand flexed caressingly against his chest, making the guard hairs there ruffle up reflexively for a moment. Her acknowledgment of his name was soft and almost confused, but he understood that she had been wounded and was clearly disoriented by whatever she had been through. Had she really been trapped inside that thing for so long? What a horrible fate...<br><br>Again, his wandering thoughts returned to his strange new companion when warm color flooded over her cheeks and throat. Even as he marveled over the strange physiological response, she spoke again to thank him and there was something in her tone that drew him into her. Hardly aware of moving, he found himself releasing her wrist to caress her flushed face with gentle fingertips. Her skin was silky smooth and he marveled that there were actually hairs there, so fine as to be nearly invisible. She was so warm to the touch, blood hot just beneath the thin, naked skin... <br><br>Perhaps this mind-control thing was not entirely inaccurate after all.<br><br>Shaking off his inexplicable distraction, Far growled in annoyance and shifted to crouch slightly and scoop her into his arms. <br><br>"Come, you are wounded and that must be attended to."<br><br>Ignoring her wordless note of surprise and her body's reflexive stiffening, Far strode into the main habitat area, breathing deeply of the comforting scents of his space, particularly the massive tank beneath his feet. The open grate floor was a familiar sensation against his feet as he made his way over to the medical treatment unit. It was massive and certainly archaic, but it had been state of the art at one time and still functioned well. Laying Ava out on the padded bed, he eyed her seriously, tying to figure out how the garment was removed. He'd never seen anything like it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 06:48:51</strong>
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				Ava jumped slightly as Far-Eye touched her face and her eyes flicked nervously to where she suspected his long, sharp claws would be.&nbsp; Not seeing any, she assumed that they were retracted for the moment but, she lost some of her tension at not seeing them.&nbsp; Goosebumps ran along her body at the light touch and those almost invisible white hairs stood up.&nbsp; It was nothing like the glory of his fur though.&nbsp; Her fingers still absently running through the fur of his chest, the feel of it caressing her fingers.<br><br>She jumped again at the sound of his growl and she froze as he crouched slightly.&nbsp; Her blue eyes widened, showing the whites of her eyes clearly.&nbsp; She was certain he was going to attack and there was little she could do.&nbsp; But made a soundless yelp as he scooped her up with little effort, her heart pounding sluggishly through the meds and her body stiff.&nbsp; One dainty, hairless hand held on to his arm and the other rested against his chest.&nbsp; Her neatly trimmed nails were painted in a light pink but were short enough that they didn't come into contact with his skin under the thick fur.<br><br>“Oh.&nbsp; Thank you.”&nbsp; She replied softly, curious as to what they used for medical technology.&nbsp; While not a doctor, various systems and how they worked always fascinated her.&nbsp; Not to mention that she had always heard that their people didn't treat their injured.&nbsp; If someone was injured and could no longer fight, they were left to die.&nbsp; It seemed barbaric but, from everything she heard about the savage race, fitting.&nbsp; Now to hear that they had medical technology and he hadn't gutted her for the thrill of the kill, it made her wonder about the other rumors she had heard about them.<br><br>Her gaze fell to the medical room and blinked.&nbsp; It was much larger than she had expected.&nbsp; She let go of him as he set her on the padded bed but her eyes flicked back to him.&nbsp; After her first glance, she knew that his are was as what he said it was because the overlay of information from her optical implant was sending straight to her brain.&nbsp; While not nearly the same technology her people used, there were some aspects of the items in the area that she could recognize.&nbsp; <br><br>She noted his gaze on her and the puzzlement in his eyes but she wasn't sure what was thwarting him.&nbsp; She opened her mouth to ask but, before any words came out, she remembered that he wouldn't understand her.&nbsp; While the pod had a translator, she didn't suspect that this room did.&nbsp; Instead, she looked at him and let her gaze drop to her own form, trying to guess at what he was looking at.&nbsp; For a moment, she thought he was gazing at her breasts but that thought didn't last long.&nbsp; She tilted her head and touched the zipper of her uniform and looked back to him.&nbsp; Perhaps she was wearing too much for his equipment to detect her injuries.&nbsp; Uncertainly, she slowly began unzipping the white and gray uniform, revealing the light pink tank top underneath.&nbsp; Slipping her pale white arms from the sleeves, she let the top half of the uniform drop to the padded bed beneath her.&nbsp; <br><br>Ava watched as he stepped away and pulled out a large bulky object.&nbsp; Her eyes glued to his form as he moved so fluidly with each step.&nbsp; He was large enough to intimidate her but the male had not reacted to anything the way she had heard that his people would.&nbsp; It seemed blocky and large to her eyes but she was used to sleek technology and the view that the smaller items could be made, the more people could travel with.&nbsp; It took a moment for her to gather that it was some sort of dermal regenerator as it took a moment for her to be able to read the strange symbols on the item.&nbsp; She shifted slowly to reveal her right side.&nbsp; As she didn't heal while in stasis, the bruising on her arm looked pretty fresh.&nbsp; Almost the entirety of her upper right arm was covered in a deep black and blue bruise with a strange greenish yellow color just on the perimeter.&nbsp; Slowly the bruise slowly fade as he held the dermal repair system over her, she smiled up at him but kept her lips closed as she didn't want it to be mistaken for anything mean as showing ones teeth may do.&nbsp; Lifting her tank top upward on the right side, she revealed several more, smaller bruises along her ribs and side.&nbsp; Once healed, she shimmied out of the rest of the uniform, her slim, shapely legs settling to show him the bruises running the length of her pale, silky leg.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 12:57:33</strong>
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				Definitely a nudity taboo then, good to know. Noting the cheerful color of her undergarments, Far shook his head and focused on mundane need for now. The livid contusions beneath her thin skin looked hideous against the pale, nothing like they would with his own, dark gray flesh. He knew that bruises looked like this, after all he'd been schooled heavily in basic medicine, but he'd never seen them so... graphically before. While the regenerator painted it's healing light over the damage, Far fiddled with the diagnostic equipment to scan the human more closely.<br><br>The similarities were astonishing. All of those ridiculous stories about how they had trouble making blood on their own and would desecrate the honored dead for it and their freakish hairlessness was some sort of contagious disease were quickly reduced to hysterical rumor by the scientific proof in front of him. Her blood was perfectly healthy and a familiar iron-based red and she was clearly not actually hairless at all. The diagnostics also picked up generalized stress in every organ and muscle, making him all the more curious what had transpired in that strange pod. There was also signs of medication lingering in her blood and tissues that might help explain some of her odd behaviors.<br><br>At least he hoped it would.<br><br>As the bruises faded away and Ava began relaxing, she smiled at him, the expression warm on her strange yet appealing face. Warmed but still wary, Far moved the equipment to her ribs when she pulled up the garment to show him the lesser damage there. While the regenerator worked on them, he noted more details like the smaller lung capacity to his own, the familiar heart, stomach, diaphragm and so much more. The bruises on her leg once she wiggled out of the lower garment, were in some ways even worse than the arm. There were so many of them and the machine would take some time to do its work. Which would work in his favor.<br><br>"Stay here," he said firmly but gently and stepped away from the machinery to step over to the nearby ladder-stairs and bolt upstairs. Doubtlessly she could track his progress through the station by the noise of his passage and the shadows of his movements to the lower levels. On level three where the main computer, office equipment and small laboratory facilities were located, he tossed himself into the awaiting chair, reflexively twitching his short rudder of a tail aside. Quickly bringing the station back up to full power and starting the customary diagnostics after he's been gone for days, Far activated a program he had only irregular use for. Then he scrambled down the stairs again, pausing on the center deck. He shouldn't leave his unexpected companion alone, because regardless of this strangely appealing encounter, she was still his enemy. Agonized by the conflict of guest versus prisoner, he went to one of his trunks and yanked it open to rifle through it. Amidst the riff-raff of his things, he found what he was looking for, also grabbing a colorful green loincloth to cover up with. True, his people had few nudity taboos, but he didn't need to be flashing the strange female his disjunctive maleness. That thought made him grab a long strip of cloth before racing downstairs. He walked back towards the regenerator as he held the strip of cloth to his forehead and quickly began looping the dangling lengths around the curve of each horn. He was hyper-aware of the strange, hypnotic blue eyes watching him, but continued to his task until the hard lengths were completely covered. Without the pressure of her curious eyes on that intimate spot, he felt more in control, negligently slinging the lion cloth around his hips so the fabric cradled his groin and split around his tail, held in place with smaller ties over his hipbones.<br><br>"I have activated the station's computer," he spoke quietly and came over to stand over his companion. "It will translate your speech to me. Now, I have rescued you, yes, but for now, I must be wary of your presence as well. I will not harm you unless provoked, you have my word. That said, I cannot allow you free access to this station. You should not be here at all."<br><br>With a shrug of his shoulder, the fine length of chain dropped to be caught in one big hand. It was a deceptively delicate looking device with fancy metal cuffs on either end.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 21:10:01</strong>
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				Ava watched him work on her with intense scrutiny.&nbsp; While she didn't suspect that he would go through the trouble of healing her injuries before killing her brutally, a different concern lingered.&nbsp; Perhaps some sort of ritual sacrifice?&nbsp; As he worked, the scientist in her couldn't help but notice that his hands worked very similarly to hers.&nbsp; She wondered about his horns as she watched him work, taking in his features.&nbsp; There were some definite feline features but, as she gazed at him, the comparison didn't seem as accurate.&nbsp; <br><br>Puzzled, she nodded at his words to stay put.&nbsp; Feeling much better than she had, she had wanted to explore a little and take a look at the regenerator.&nbsp; But, as she was in the home of an enemy, she understood why he didn't want her to run about and mess with his things.&nbsp; Her eyes followed his progress as until he was out of sight and then she strained to listen.&nbsp; Curious and nervous, she waited for his return.&nbsp; As he brought the station back to full power, both of her implants confirmed a change in the station but the nature of the changes was a mystery.&nbsp; It was something that, on the science vessel, she could hear and see a shift at the end of each cycle.&nbsp; On her ship, they kept with the calendar of the Alliance and had 'days' and 'nights' on the ship.&nbsp; The power output was lowered for the 'night' time.&nbsp; It was a practical measure for the strain on the ships systems.&nbsp; <br><br>Ava watched him return to her with some extra items and her eyes stayed glued to him as he wrapped his horns.&nbsp; Perhaps she had offended him by looking at them but she couldn't take her eyes off the male.&nbsp; Partly because he was so entrancing and partially because she was a little scared of him still.&nbsp; He had not done anything to deserve the fear but she had a hard time letting go of the rumors of these people.&nbsp; Noting that she should not touch his horns without permission, there was a part of her that was disappointed by it.&nbsp; She had wanted to know how they felt but she understood.&nbsp; There were parts of her body that she wouldn't want him to grab at without permission.&nbsp; Her eyes followed the motions of his hands as he put the loin cloth on.&nbsp; She was also curious about the tail.&nbsp; Was it used for balance as it was with cats?&nbsp; <br><br>So caught up with watching him and her mind had been wondering so many things about the Mistwalker and the station that she jumped a little at his words.&nbsp; Her blue eyes flicked back to his face as he spoke.&nbsp; She frowned at the words, disappointed but nodded.&nbsp; She did understand why he didn't want her running around his station.&nbsp; If he had ended up on her ship rather than her ending up here, she would have felt the same way.&nbsp; “I understand.”&nbsp; She replied softly.&nbsp; <br><br>And, while she did understand, she still paled at the sight of the strange metal cuffs he held.&nbsp; Already so pale naturally, her face was bleached of color when she paled, making her eyes stand out more than they did before.&nbsp; They were far prettier than anything her people used and her eyes glanced down the length of the chain, her implant inspecting the metals.&nbsp; While only showing her little more than her natural eyes could see, it was something she needed to do.&nbsp; She had to make sure there wasn't any hidden surprises.&nbsp; Nervous, she held out her wrists to him, submitting to the restraints.&nbsp; She didn't want to be a captive but she also wanted to show that she had no ill intentions.&nbsp; The only way to do that was to give him what he needed for his comfort.&nbsp; While he didn't know her yet and wasn't aware of the amount of damage she could do to the station, she wouldn't have let him run free if their roles were reversed just in case he would do horrible things.<br><br>She watched the thin metal wires spiral open and close around her thin wrists.&nbsp; Already feeling a little lost and scared, she shuddered as they wrapped around her wrist, and her eyes met his again.&nbsp; She felt more like a prisoner now even though the restraints were not total.&nbsp; He hadn't thrown her into a cell nor had he hog tied her to anything so it wasn't nearly as bad as it could be.&nbsp; Goosebumps spread over her skin again and she shivered lightly.&nbsp; There had been a slow change in temperature and her body was just starting to realize it.&nbsp; She glanced at the male, wondering if he noticed, and then mentally chided herself.&nbsp; His fur probably kept him warm.&nbsp; Maybe he needed the temperature cooler to be comfortable?<br><br>“I do not wish to bother you but I am hoping that I may have some food?”&nbsp; She asked hesitantly.&nbsp; She wasn't even sure she could or would eat the same things he did.&nbsp; But, there were plenty of rations aboard the pod if he allowed her to go to it.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 04:15:20</strong>
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				The reality of having a prisoner, really, having another person here at all, was only just starting to dawn on Far-Eye. Not just keeping her out of trouble, but his own peace of mind. Not to mention, what the hell was he supposed to write in his report? He'd broken his own laws by retrieving the strange Alliance pod and finding himself with this utterly unexpected problem. But he was no heartless killer either, despite what the fear in Ava's eyes might imply. <br><br>He would have to swallow his pride and thank his trader pal, Sandy, for the cuffs next time they met. Speaking of which... Reviewing his mental calendar, Far realized that the visit ought to be anywhere in the next week. If he could keep Ava hidden for that long, he could get her home with no one the wiser. Glancing down into the tank below, he realized how much the favor would cost him, but looking at the pale stranger, he knew he would do it anyway. Perhaps that Alliance pod could be used for trade as well.<br><br>Despite her clear fear at the restraint, Far truly saw no other choice. This little speck of perpetually out-of-date technology wrapped in a three-foot thick layer of insulation was the only thing keeping them both from the deadliness of space and Far was always cognizant of that. <br><br>Closing the cuff around one tiny wrist and the other around the heavy rail of the medical equipment, he tossed the lanyard around his neck and returned to studying the scans the machine had made of her. Whatever he could learn would only help them both. The quiet request for food startled him and then made him feel like an ass.<br><br>"Of course, Ava. Give me a bit of time to ensure as best I can that I can feed you with no negative effects. We seem similar enough that I think we can manage." <br><br>To his own astonishment, Far caught himself smiling faintly at his strange companion. Then she shivered faintly and he realized that she would feel temperature changes for more readily than he of course. His kind had evolved for the harsh environment of the water and retained many of those adaptations. It made him wonder again what manner of creature her ancestors had been. Well, time enough for that later. Her digestive track seemed as notably similar to his as many other of her internal systems. Including a very long length of intestines, so his starch-based food replicator unit should be harmless.<br><br>"Okay, food then."<br><br>With a touch of the tiny key, Ava was released from the medical bed, the one cuff left trailing, and he offered a hand, unsure if her body still felt weak and gathered up her strange garment as well. Then they made their way up the very steep stairs to the level above, his larger body crowding hers.<br><br>"This is the living area," he explained. "There's a food unit over there that should be harmless to your systems. Feel free to use it."<br><br>The room was as open as the rest of the facility, his living spaces pressed to the outside walls to leave the center open. There was the great bathing tub and hygiene facilities behind their open curtain, the oversized bed and the entertainment units and racks of books. Keeping an eye out on the unexpected enigma in his solitary life, Far-Eye sat of the wing of the couch that jutted away from the curved wall, one leg drawn up to his chin so he could brood and stare.<br><br>There was something so exotic about this strange creature. He had to tell himself that it was scientific curiosity that kept his gaze fixed one her, because, really... it mustn't be anything else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 05:09:32</strong>
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				Avas eyes fell to the other end of the restraint, seeing that she was now effectively leashed to the medical bed.&nbsp; While the situation was rather uncomfortable and it was never fun being a prisoner, she was grateful that the padded bed was nice enough.&nbsp; Glancing around, she saw at least a dozen less comfortable places to be stuck.&nbsp; <br><br>“Thank you.”&nbsp; Ava replied with nod of her head.&nbsp; She was glad that he was checking on that.&nbsp; “If our systems aren't compatible or if you prefer, I have enough rations on the pod to last some time.”&nbsp; She watched as he viewed the information he retrieved from helping her heal the wounds she had and wished she could look.&nbsp; Both at the technology and the scans.&nbsp; And she would give much to get to scan the Mistwalker.&nbsp; <br><br>She was surprised by the small smile Far gave her and found her lips curving into one of her own.&nbsp; She felt so lost and on her own that she didn't really know what to do.&nbsp; While she was a member of the Alliance and it was largely a military organization, she had never been involved in a ship-to-ship fight, let alone the war.&nbsp; She had tested well in both math and enough of the sciences that the Alliance gave, she had to all but beg to be allowed aboard a ship.&nbsp; The Alliance had wanted her to stay on Station 3S, the highly classified and secure station for research and development.&nbsp; <br><br>Once again, she had gotten lost in her own thoughts and his voice made her jump.&nbsp; She nodded at him, pushing her thoughts about the Alliance to the back of her mind.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking the offered hand with another smile, she stepped off the medical bed and walked with him toward the stairs, her eyes taking in everything around her.&nbsp; Her natural curiosity obvious as she got to move about the station a little.&nbsp; Even if he wasn't so much larger than her, his presence was something that Ava couldn't ignore.&nbsp; And, if she were honest with herself, she didn't want to ignore him.&nbsp; She wanted to know more of this male. On their way up the steep stairs, she tucked a long piece of almost-white hair behind her ear, using the movement as an excuse to sneak another look at him.&nbsp; “Is it just the two of us here?”&nbsp; She asked.&nbsp; It hadn't occurred to her that they could be alone.&nbsp; A part of her hoped there were others and most of her wanted it to only be him.&nbsp; One Mistwalker was overwhelming enough.&nbsp; More of them may be too much.<br><br>Her pale eyes swept the room, taking in the various living amenities.&nbsp; Her eyes stopped on the great bathing tub, longing flared on her face.&nbsp; What she wouldn't give for a bath!&nbsp; It had been a couple of days before she went into stasis that she had the chance to shower or bathe.&nbsp; The desire was so strong that, for a moment, she forgot about food.&nbsp; But, his words snapped her out of it and she offered a distracted smile and moved toward the food unit.<br><br>Ava stared at the unit and it took a moment for her optical implant to overlay the information for her.&nbsp; Her eyes took in the system and she smiled again.&nbsp; It was similar to their own food units but a little older and offering fewer options.&nbsp; She turned her head toward him, tilting it, as she saw him brooding on the couch.&nbsp; For some reason, the simple way he was sitting struck her again and she simply stared at him for a moment.&nbsp; Catching herself being rude once again, she shifted and cleared her throat.&nbsp; “Did you want something?”&nbsp; She asked.&nbsp; She was used to eating alone, bent over a console but now she had company.&nbsp; Or, more specifically, she was a guest and prisoner.<br><br>Once she had his answer, she started clicking away on the food unit, programming the dish she thought may be good and seemed the most familiar.&nbsp; It didn't take her long to get used to the strange system and her ability with the simple machine was rather obvious.&nbsp; It didn't occur to her to hide it.<br><br>Food in hand, she moved over to the couch, sitting down far enough away to give him his space but close enough that she could see him well and he would still know that she couldn't cause any problems.&nbsp; Instead of eating right away, she found herself looking over him again.&nbsp; She was disappointed that his horns were covered and found herself thwarted as she wanted a better look.&nbsp; Then she looked at his eyes again, their dark depths mesmerizing to her.&nbsp; Peeling her eyes away, she looked over his muscular arms and chest.&nbsp; Even covered in the dark fur, she could tell he was well defined.&nbsp; Some of that knowledge may have come from her trip in his arms.&nbsp; Staring at his fur covered chest, her eyes became distant as she thought about being scooped up into his arms as though she weighed nothing.&nbsp; It was strange and kind of nice.&nbsp; In the Alliance, everyone was so careful about simple contact as it could be mistaken for a sexual advance.&nbsp; And the Alliance was so concerned about those possibilities that they went out of their way to have the organization be as asexual as they could.&nbsp; Being scooped up in a mans arms was a new experience for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 11:14:47</strong>
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				Far stored away her information and questions in his mind, weighing them carefully, knowing that this situation was only going to become more and more difficult with time. Those hypnotic, water-colored eyes never stopped moving, touching everything in sight, storing the information away. Yes, he may have the upper hand now, but he was alone here, weeks from any sort of help, and he knew it. How could the universe do this to him? He'd only been curious about the random chunk of superior technology! He hadn't expected this abandoned stranger! <br><br>Yet, despite that, despite their being enemies by a fight so much larger than they were, despite their glaring differences and all of that, even if he had known of her presence in the pod... he still would not have left her to die.<br><br>The pale eyes fixate on the large bathing tub for a lingering moment made him smile to himself. Some things were indeed universal it seemed. Not having a clue what she should smell like, he had no way of knowing if her scent was somehow displeasing to her sensibilities. It certainly wasn't to his, though his own scent was stagnant after his time on the ship. He was still processing the human's warm, exotic molecules as they continually teased across his scent receptors, feeding him information he didn't completely have a context for. There was so much contrast, the smell far weaker than he was accustomed to, and yet carried to him clearly. Could it be the hairlessness? Heated molecules and tiny flecks of dermis not trapped by fur would probably travel farther, faster. <br><br>Shaking off the speculation, he shook his head a negative at her query about food. Right now, the idea of more processed starch and proteins made his stomach clench in objection. After three days straight of that on the ship, he was dying to plunge into the tank and catch something still fresh and wriggling.<br><br>Shaking off hunger and primitive need for the moment, he watched the tiny hands play the archaic food unit with competent ease. Yes, she was indeed going to be a challenge to him. <br><br>With one of the generic bowls from the kitchen facilities in hand, Ava stepped over to the big couch, sitting a neutral distance from him, but not as she could have, were she still terrified. The food smelled savory and plain, another point in her favor, that she chose something simple and low-stress on her system in this foreign place. To illustrate her small stature yet again, she looked like a strange child on the large couch, built a bit too large even for him and he was average size for a male. Yet, only her stature was childlike, that much was obvious. Some of her curves he understood, the rounded curve of her hips. The definition of her body's contours dictated by bones and flesh beneath. The curve of breast confounded him, for the scans showed that she had never mothered. But they were covered, just as he covered his horns...<br><br>It wasn't just he that stared, her gaze tracing over his demurely hidden horns making him shiver in unconscious reaction. As there was no hint of the secondary sexual characteristic in her anatomy, he could reasonably assume that the males of her kind did not have them either, so there was no way she could understand the intimacy of the ornamentation. His nervous covering them up only served to whet her clear curiosity, he understood that now, but there was little he could do about it. That bold gaze lingered over his own before skittering away to trace over his body like a phantom caress.<br><br>Aware that he was equally as fascinated, Far watched her in turn, noticing some details not apparent before. Like how her skin had pebbled along her arms and thighs, the tiny hairs standing on end and the sharp shiver that ran through her form top to toes.<br><br>Idiot, he internally berated himself as he abruptly realized that she was cold! He had only just been staring at the medical computer and noted that her body temperature was already lower than his to start with. Add in the thick, damp atmosphere of his habitat and her different physiology, of course she was chilled! Whistling in chastisement at himself, Far Eye uncoiled and moved towards her, not too quickly, and scooped a hand under her hand with the bowl.<br><br>"The bath?" He asked gently, gesturing at the object in question. "It will warm you. Come, you can eat there."<br><br>With a hand on her back, Far got his charge to the bath, recalling her body temperature and bumping the water up a few degrees, knowing she was watching what he was doing.<br><br>"I need to swim after so many days on my ship," he explained awkwardly and grabbed the dangling shackle to unceremoniously latch it to the pipe that brought clean water through the sophisticated filters from the tank below. "And to eat. I'll be back."<br><br>Not lingering to see exactly she handled the big tub, Far bolted for the tank, violently tearing away his small articles of clothing. Mistwalkers were creatures of the water and it provided a comfort that nothing else could. On the lower deck he yanked up the trapdoor in the center of the floor and threw himself through, swallowed up by the coolness. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 20:11:11</strong>
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				Sitting on Fars couch was like being on a big bed for her.&nbsp; It was huge!&nbsp; It made her feel very small which was easier at the moment as she felt small.&nbsp; It was comfortable though and she pulled the bowl under her nose, sniffing it delicately.&nbsp; She was still nervous about eating.&nbsp; Or perhaps she was nervous because she could feel those dark eyes on her.&nbsp; She could almost feel them tracing over her body as she too returned to staring at him.&nbsp; She wondered about the thoughts that went on behind those dark eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>Ava saw him shiver but had no idea it was due to her gazing at his horns.&nbsp; Instead, she thought that perhaps he was feeling the chill in the air as well.&nbsp; But, as it was his station, she didn't ask.&nbsp; If he were cool, he would probably go get himself warm.&nbsp; Her gaze still on him, she took a careful bite of food, chewing it delicately before swallowing.&nbsp; It wasn't too bad.&nbsp; It was a little bland but that was what she had been wanting when eating strange food.&nbsp; She didn't want to put any more strain on her body if she didn't have to.&nbsp; <br><br>As she nibbled a second bite, her ice blue ice found their way back to his horns.&nbsp; She couldn't help but wonder as to why he covered them.&nbsp; She understood the loin cloth as men of the races she was familiar with always covered their primary sexual organ.&nbsp; Was it a secondary organ for the Mistwalkers?&nbsp; Her eyes widened at the thought and her cheeks colored again.&nbsp; If they were then she had been staring at them as a man might stare at her breasts.&nbsp; Suddenly, her eyes dropped as the shiver ran through her system.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes shot up to him again at the aggrieved whistle that left him.&nbsp; She didn't know what it meant but, a moment later, he was next to her.&nbsp; She shivered again as his large furred hand came up under hers and the bowl but this time it wasn't because she was cold.&nbsp; She beamed a real smile at him at his words and nodded.&nbsp; The smile lit her entire face, her water-colored eyes sparkling at him.<br><br>“Thank you, Far-Eye.”&nbsp; She rose carefully, not wanting to spill the food and walked with him to the bath.&nbsp; She watched him start the water and, yet again, found herself watching him.&nbsp; While the two of them looked different and their people were enemies, she was seeing more and more commonalities.&nbsp; Certainly she still believed that there were numerous cultural differences but there may be some that things they have in common.&nbsp; Like the bath.&nbsp; It was huge though and she felt more like she was going to be bathing into a small pool but it had been so long.&nbsp; On the ships, there was room for only showers but on the stations, rooms had bathtubs.&nbsp; Standard issue, standard size bathtubs.&nbsp; <br><br>Ava blinked at his words, confused but nodded.&nbsp; “Alright.&nbsp; Enjoy your swim.”&nbsp; She paused a moment then added, “And your food.”&nbsp; She was mostly puzzled by the food part as she had just offered.&nbsp; It took a moment and then she completely understood.&nbsp; He was concerned that she would try to put something bad in his food!&nbsp; Of course he would be concerned about that!&nbsp; While she knew she would never do something so horrible, he didn't know her and would of course be worried about that.&nbsp; She watched as he leashed her to the tub and then glanced down at her wrist.&nbsp; But before she could say anything more, he bolted.<br><br>She turned enough to watch him take off and lost track of him visually as he pounded down the steps.&nbsp; She still heard him but, once he was out of sight, she turned back to the tub.&nbsp; Feeling very self conscious, she slipped the short pink shorts down her pale legs, stepping out of them.&nbsp; Picking them up, she folded the small material and set it back down.&nbsp; Pulling the matching pale pink tank top over her head, she freed the uncuffed hand and then pulled the tank to over the cuff and down the length of the leash.&nbsp; Laying the tank top over the pipe to keep it dry, she glanced back to the water.&nbsp; Still not full, she stepped into the warm water with a grateful sigh.&nbsp; The warmth suffused her slim body and she sank into the water as far as she could, the water almost reaching her breasts, her nipples hard from the cold.&nbsp; As the water continued to run, she was soon covered to her slim shoulders.&nbsp; Sloshing through the water, she turned it off, and, with another quick glance around, she slipped herself completely under the water quickly.&nbsp; Sitting up, her long pale hair now flat against her back, she pushed herself against the back of the tub and closed her eyes.&nbsp; Not concerned about falling asleep, she just let her mind drift.<br><br>For the first time since she woke, she was alone and relatively safe and her mind wandered back to the destruction of the vessel with all her friends and co-workers aboard.&nbsp; Without warning, tears filled her eyes and slipped down her cheek through her closed lids.&nbsp; She still didn't know what had happened to the ship to cause it to tear itself apart so quickly.&nbsp; One by one, her mind conjured the images of the seven people she worked with for the last couple of years.&nbsp; The tears fell faster as she remembered all the fun times that they had together.&nbsp; The weekly mandatory dinners that the captain had required.&nbsp; At first, they all grumbled and even the captain didn't care for them.&nbsp; It took some time to realize that, with a group of scientists, it was necessary to force them to interact on occasion as they all got lost in their projects.&nbsp; After the first few months, they'd all started really enjoying them and the dinners changed from everyone eating as quickly as possible to everyone staying around to have dessert and non alcoholic beverages.&nbsp; It became a tradition over a mandatory occasion and she even made new and interesting drinks for everyone each week.&nbsp; <br><br>As the memories continued playing through her head, she finally had the chance to grieve.&nbsp; She had no idea how much time passed before the tears stopped and she moved to dunk herself in the water once again.&nbsp; Rising, she opened her eyes as the water cascaded from her body and glanced around for soap or shampoo. Finding something, she read the bottle carefully to see if she could use it.&nbsp; While it wasn't designed for hair as she had it, she couldn't see anything dangerous about it.&nbsp; Testing it, she took a small amount and put it on her arm, letting it rest on her skin for a couple minutes before washing it away.&nbsp; Not seeing any reaction, she shrugged and used some of the product in her hair, washing it quickly before dunking her head into the water, keeping her face above the surface, and ran her hands through her silky locks, cleaning her incredibly long hair.&nbsp; As there was only the one bottle, she quickly cleaned her body using teeny bits of the product.&nbsp; The smell was very strange to her but, as she didn't pack for this trip, she didn't have her own products to use.&nbsp; Once cleaned, she relaxed in the water, glanced around for towels but didn't see any.&nbsp; Not sure what to do, she shrugged to herself and added some more hot water and continued to soak even as her skin pruned with having been in the water so long.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 23:44:21</strong>
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				Blissfully in his best element, Far-Eye felt his nictitating membranes slide into position and he opened his eyes to glance about the overstocked tank. The water was just a bit cloudy with the now frenzied fish and squid and he knew what he would be doing once he rested and wrote his reports. Ruthlessly shoving away the conflict he had brought upon himself regarding reports, he dove deeper before shooting to the surface. With a great breath, he dove once more, this time with the intent of hunting. Despite his large, humanoid body, Far was as good a hunter in the water as all of his kind and soon he surfaced with a good-sized catch in his sharp teeth. Expertly gutting the creature, he happily tore into it, pleased in body and soul. For a time he could just be a Mistwalker, a man of water and land, connected by vital air.<br><br>But the reprieve was a brief one and Far grabbed the dangling rope to haul himself back to the trapdoor and onto the deck. Closing it back up, he shook off the clinging water and grabbed his towel to wick away the moisture that clung to his guard hairs. It was difficult for his kind to get truly wet, due to the dual layer coat, but his long-haired tail and the male ruff of fur along his jaw did get drenched and he scrubbed them as he climbed back to the second level to check in on his charge. The small towel draped over his head offered some privacy, the other slung around his waist. <br><br>"Ava," he greeted her softly, not wanting to startle her, and once more marveled at the startlingly beautiful pale eyes. He noted that, even wet down, her extensive hair was barely darker, still that intriguing flaxen shade paler than even the eldest of his kind. It would be difficult to keep his hands to himself, his curiosity a real burn, remembering the silky feel of her skin, wondering what the extensive mane must feel like...<br><br>Clearing his throat, Far stepped past the tub and pulled down two more towels for his guest, keeping his eyes averted so that she could stand and cover up. From his supplies he found a toothbrush to leave out for her and caught himself eying the latrine, wondering if he would have to explain that. So many unanswered questions...<br><br>His name spoken softly brought Far's head back around to where Ava stood helplessly in the tub, wrapped in the thick towels.<br><br>"Let me free you so that you may finishing whatever your cleaning rituals are. The powder in the blue tin is for teeth."<br><br>Fumbling the key, he scrabbled for it, nearly knocking Ava down, but only clinked harmlessly into the tub.<br><br>"Forgive my clumsiness. This whole situation is... awkward."<br><br>As he bent to retrieve the tiny key, the towel over his head slid away and he startled at the brush of her arm against his cheek and horn. Well, there certainly no hiding the colorful stripes now, her eyes heavy on his most distinctive feature, the thing that set him so glaringly apart from all others. No pattern ever repeated from individual to individual, but the iridescent blue-green was rare... as rare as her coloring would be among his kind. Not unheard of, just extraordinary. <br><br>Gritting his teeth in confusion, Far unlocked Ava and wandered across the deck back to the big couch, keeping her just in the corner of his eye. Could they possibly be the first of their kind to have to interact like this? Forced in close proximity with no immediate threat? Remembering the long-distance stellar battles, where the only survivors came from retrieving the living from crippled ships, he supposed that could indeed be true. Neither side ever got close enough to rescue an enemy and the vacuum was a harsh mistress, slaughtering all those left to her mercies.<br><br>But they had been spared the destruction.<br><br>When Ava finished in the cleaning area, he watched her with new appreciation.<br><br>"We may be the first. Perhaps I shall live up to my stripes after all. Come, sit, and I will answer your questions as best I can."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>11-04-2013, 00:25:02</strong>
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				Ava turned at her name spoken by the male Mistwalker.&nbsp; Even with her implant, hearing him speak was a unique experience.&nbsp; His words had an almost musical quality that was quite nice to listen to. While she wanted him to speak more, she gathered that he was not a man of many words and the circumstances were awkward enough.&nbsp; <br><br>As Far moved closer to the tub, she pulled her legs up to her chest, covering all of her private areas with her legs.&nbsp; She watched him walk past her and grab a couple towels and she smiled though she still blushed at the fact that she was completely nude in front of this male.&nbsp; Her embarrassment didn't stem from anything he had done but, rather, her strange response to him.&nbsp; He was fascinating and, while she continued to tell herself it was only in a scientific way, she couldn't even completely convince herself of that fact.&nbsp; “Thank you.”&nbsp; She said as he handed her the towels and she began draining the water from the tub.&nbsp; Once she could, she rose and wrapped one of the towels around her slim body, the cool air instantly causing goosebumps to flare on her skin again.&nbsp; She bent forward and quickly wrapped her hair in the second towel, letting the towel soak up the water on her hair.<br><br>She turned to face him as he continued gathering things.&nbsp; Finally, she spoke up, “Far?”&nbsp; She just wanted to get his attention as she didn't have enough length on the leash to move around the room freely.&nbsp; <br><br>“Thank you.”&nbsp; She said, relieved that he was going to let her finish up in peace.&nbsp; She wasn't about to try anything harmful but he had no reason to trust that.&nbsp; If she harmed him or his station, she would be in trouble as well.&nbsp; <br><br>Ava yelped in surprise as he scrambled for the key, nearly knocking her over in the tub.&nbsp; The still slick bottom caused her to lose her footing and, unthinking, she grabbed onto Far to stay upright.&nbsp; She held on for an extra couple heartbeats before letting him go.&nbsp; She told herself that she needed the extra moment to be certain of her stability but it was mostly that she liked the feel of his fur against her hand.<br><br>She chuckled and bobbed her head in a nod at his comment.&nbsp; “It is awkward.&nbsp; Everything has felt so... strange.”&nbsp; She agreed with him, the smile still on her face.&nbsp; It was nice to acknowledge the fact that things were odd.&nbsp; She certainly hadn't felt like herself since she awoke here.&nbsp; Some of that is because of the strangeness of him and some was because of the ship.<br><br>Her eyes immediately fell to his horns as the towel fell, getting a good look at them for the first time.&nbsp; They were gorgeous.&nbsp; The color on them was magnificent and she gasped lightly at the marvel before her.&nbsp; She had gathered that they were something of a private body part and she was being utterly rude but she couldn't stop the words from leaving her lips.&nbsp; “They're beautiful.”&nbsp; Her voice was an awed whisper as she spoke.&nbsp; Her hand started to rise of it's own accord but she managed to stop herself from touching one.&nbsp; Instead, she fidgeted with the towel wrapped around her.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Standing still, she waited until she was unlocked, concerned that she had upset him.&nbsp; She had seen the gritted teeth and took that as a sign of annoyance and, really, he had every right to be.&nbsp; It was offensive to stare at and them comment on someones private areas.&nbsp; For the first time ever, she wished she had trained to be a diplomat rather than a scientist even though she knew she wasn't cut out for that field.&nbsp; <br><br>Blue eyes glued to his form as he left, Ava finally stepped out of the bath and began taking care of her other needs.&nbsp; She relieved herself, washed her hands and brushed her teeth.&nbsp; Looking around, she found something to use to brush her hair.&nbsp; Letting the towel down, she brushed her pale hair carefully but thoroughly.&nbsp; Then, she slipped back into her shorts and tank top.&nbsp; Being clean and dressed, she headed back into the living area and spotted him on the huge couch.<br><br>She raised an eyebrow in question at his comment but then moved over gracefully to sit on the couch with him.&nbsp; Much like last time, she gave him a bit of space and curled her legs under her.&nbsp; The station was cold!<br><br><br>Her eyes lit up in speculation as he offered to answer her questions the best he could.&nbsp; Excitement ran through her and she beamed a smile at him.&nbsp; “I will do the same.”&nbsp; She offered quickly as the questions piled up in her mind.&nbsp; There was strange new life in her now that she got to ask questions.&nbsp; “May I ask about your...horns?”&nbsp; She wasn't sure if they called them something else or not but it was the best word she had.&nbsp; “And your fur?”&nbsp; Ava could easily dump dozens of questions on him right away but she forced herself to stop at the two.&nbsp; There were dozens of questions far more important than the ones she chose but starting with personal questions was easier than starting with the harder questions.&nbsp; Leaning a bit closer as her excitement pushed past her initial hesitation, she waited for his answers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>11-04-2013, 03:00:31</strong>
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				"Wait a moment," he said and rose to step around the partition that separated the eating space from the sleeping alcove. There was a heavy blanket there, a close knit weave of a soft plant fiber from his world. It was old and worn cub-soft with use. Pressing it to his face for a moment, Far winced a bit that it also smelled of him, but his guest would have to ignore it. Folding the blanket in half, he strode over to Ava and draped it over her.<br><br>"There. I'll need to manufacture some means of warm clothing for you and raise the station's temperature a few degrees. But not too far, I'm afraid, or it will affect the tank. My horns," he hedged, finding the subject utterly embarrassing. "My horn are... ornamentation. We are all born with them, plain and drab and tiny, but at puberty, the males become colorful. Reds run in my line, but the corkscrew of blue-green is more... unusual. The women's are far plainer and grow more slowly." Talking about his horns made Far all too aware that he was enjoying the obvious attention of this strange female, as that was the sole purpose of the horny protuberances on his skull. Squirming, he moved to the far easier subject. "We come from a water-rich world with few resources on land, much of it volcanic. In order to eat well, we were forced to become semi-aquatic to survive. We still retain many of those adaptations. See?" Yawning exaggeratedly, he showed off his inch-long canines, so recently used against the fish living below, and held up his hand, fingers spread to reveal the foreshortened webbing strung between the first knuckles of his fingers. The claws were not that different from her own nails, just thicker and anchored more securely.<br><br>"Do you swim?"<br><br>She seemed startled, but accepting of the idea, which pleased Far-Eye. <br><br>"The embrace of the water is vital to my people, as you can see by the tank below, which also provides food. May I see your hand?"<br><br>With the delicate appendage cradled in his, Far rubbed his sensitive thumbs over her fingers and palm, fascinated by the pinkish hue of blood beneath her skin. Without even realizing he was doing it, Far brought the small hand close, leaning over to sample her scent once more, changed now that she had bathed and warmed herself. It took real effort to not run his tongue over her palm, taste her tender skin, memorize her forever. The novelty of this was so enticing, the fear of the unknown heightening his instincts, making him feel wired and twitchy.<br><br>Perhaps this was the real reason their peoples had remained apart...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>11-04-2013, 04:05:31</strong>
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				Ava smiled warmly at the blanket and she thanked him for it as she wrapped it a little tighter around her.&nbsp; Even with her limited sense of smell, she could detect his scent on the blanket.&nbsp; Unthinkingly, she pulled it around her a little more.&nbsp; <br><br>She shook her head, “Oh, no.&nbsp; I can just get warmer clothes.&nbsp; I don't want to make you less comfortable.”&nbsp; After that moment, she got quiet, listening to him speak about his horns.&nbsp; Her eyes were drawn back to them even as she took in his voice and the quality of his language.&nbsp; It was so unique and this is the most the Mistwalker had spoken at once.&nbsp; Without having meant to, she found herself inching closer to him.&nbsp; With the fur, she had a hard time reading his reaction to the conversation.&nbsp; The desire to touch the horns was almost overwhelming but she didn't want to offend him.&nbsp; But, he said they were ornamentation so it wouldn't be too rude, right?&nbsp; “May I touch them?”&nbsp; She asked after he spoke about them but before he talked about the fur.&nbsp; “Does the color symbolize something?”&nbsp; She asked, curious as he had mentioned something about living up to his stripes before and the mention of different colors came up once again.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Fascinated, she listened to him speak about his adaptations and nodded, understanding that.&nbsp; Most of the races in the Alliance have had similar adaptations to be able to live well on their planets.&nbsp; Her pale eyes widened at the sight of his canines.&nbsp; They were impressive.&nbsp; Her largest teeth were still small and not nearly so pointy.&nbsp; She leaned in even closer to look at his hands.&nbsp; While he had claws, they were not nearly so large as rumor made them out to be.&nbsp; “May I touch them?”&nbsp; She asked again, this time about his hands.&nbsp; The casual touches they'd shared had been natural but she thought it best to ask this time.<br><br>“I am able though I doubt it would compare to your own swimming abilities.”&nbsp; She answered his question with a smile.&nbsp; <br><br>She moved closer and offered her hand to him without hesitation.&nbsp; It seemed only fair as she had been carefully inspecting him since they started talking.&nbsp; The touch of his large, furred hand felt good to her and she watched his eyes as he gazed at her hand.&nbsp; <br><br>Ava watched him feel and then smell her soft hand.&nbsp; She said nothing as he did so, wanting to let him explore as he liked and not wanting to end the contact between the two of them.&nbsp; Puzzled, she saw him tensing a little.&nbsp; As it didn't seem hostile, she just tilted her head and curiously gazed at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>11-04-2013, 08:00:19</strong>
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				Touch them... no, that would be disastrous. Already, he was far to enticed by her, attracted really, if he could find it in himself to be honest about it. So, he simply ignored the request and plowed on about safer topics, rambling like a nervous cub. Her hands on his did not affect so much, until he took in her scent and knew he needed some space. Leaning away, he scrubbed both rough hands over his face and head, even his own hands near the horns making him all the twitchier with awareness. Right now he was desperate to cover them again, but knew that would only call more attention. <br><br>"I need to make my reports," he admitted. "Bring the blanket and you can sit with the books to keep yourself occupied. You seem able to read my language as well as speak it through whatever translator you have."<br><br>Back to back with the tub, separated by a partition, was his entertainment area and a well-worn nest of a chair. While she made herself comfortable, he retrieved the cuffs and once more chained her, this time to the chair itself grabbing the portable computer unit, he stepped away. Once again slipping into the simple loincloth that was his kind's only real clothing, he approached Ava.<br><br>"I'll be on the level above. Call out if you need me."<br><br>Retreating to the main computer at the top of the station, Far-Eye strove for calm in the mundanes of his duties here. In the nine months that he had been stationed here, nothing exciting had happened. Which in such isolation, was fine with him. Then again, he had never fought with a report like this before either. It was easy, routine, until he paused over the events that led to his companion, quiet on the living level below. What did he do? The truth could be disastrous...<br><br>Abruptly Far-Eye realized that the truth could be disastrous... to both of them.<br><br>Ava hadn't asked to be plucked from certain death in the void by an enemy. He hadn't expected a living human when he'd given in to curiosity and acquired the Alliance pod.<br><br>With his elbows resting on the edge of the console, Far rested his skull in his hands, trying to soothe his body and soul. Without even realizing it, he slipped into song; a soothing tune that mothers would sing to their cubs. There was only one choice he had, but the lie of it galled the honesty of him. Clinging to the tune and its false calm, Far-Eye typed out the words that might one day seal his fate.<br><br><em>Return trip to Station without event.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>11-04-2013, 08:58:04</strong>
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				Ava didn't press further about the horns as he ignored the request but her curiosity didn't abate.&nbsp; Perhaps, in time, he would trust that she meant no harm to him and she wouldn't push Far.&nbsp; She continued moving closer to him unthinkingly and ended up sitting very close to him.&nbsp; She took his hand in hers once she had permission.&nbsp; She looked closely at it, her gentle touch barely whispering over his black palm, touching his skin gently and then turned his hand over and felt the top of his hand before running her fingertips over his claws.&nbsp; Her scent became warmer and more prevalent as she touched him lightly.&nbsp; Her attention turned back to his face, her blue eyes gazing up at his dark ones as he leaned away.&nbsp; Her head tilted as he scrubbed at his face and head, puzzlement and concern on her face.&nbsp; <br><br>She blinked at his abrupt words both surprised and disappointed by them.&nbsp; While she couldn't explain it to herself, she had liked sitting close to him, allowed to touch him in small ways.&nbsp; Well, she could explain it but was not willing to admit to herself that she found him alluring and liked excuses to be close to him.&nbsp; “Oh, alright.&nbsp; I do not wish to keep you from your duties.”&nbsp; While her words were true, she couldn't keep the hint of wistful disappointment from her voice completely.&nbsp; Not wanting to be more trouble for him than she already was, she stood gracefully, the blanket still wrapped around herself now dragging on the floor as she followed him to his entertainment area.<br><br>Settling on the chair he indicated, she moved the large blanket around herself again, getting comfy.&nbsp; Being less and less bothered by the leash, she watched him cuff the other end to the chair.&nbsp; Shifting until she got her cuffed wrist free from the blanket, she looked once again at the ornamental metals.&nbsp; If she didn't know better, the cuffs looked a little like jewelry.&nbsp; Pondering this to herself, she wondered if this was a makeshift way to keep her from wandering.&nbsp; Perhaps the Mistwalkers used these for a different reason.&nbsp; Her blue eyes widened at her own thoughts, amazed that they went there and her cheeks colored brightly even though he didn't know what she was thinking.&nbsp; Taking her mind off the cuff, she looked up at Far just in time to see him put the loin cloth back in place which only caused her cheeks to redden further even as her scent flared again.&nbsp; <br><br>“Of course.”&nbsp; She replied abruptly, suddenly okay with him being upstairs.&nbsp; “Thank you.”&nbsp; She added a moment later, still embarrassed by where her thoughts had gone.&nbsp; It wasn't like her at all to think about such things.<br><br>Like every other time he moved, Ava watched him, her eyes following him until she couldn't see him anymore.&nbsp; Then, she listened as he made his way up the stairs.&nbsp; Once his walking stopped, she relaxed against the chair, content to let her mind wander for the moment.&nbsp; She loved to read and would probably take him up on the offer at some point but today had been such a surreal experience she knew she wouldn't be able to focus on reading.&nbsp; <br><br>She thought about a good many topics while sitting on Fars chair but she was thwarted as, each and every topic somehow managed to circle back to the Mistwalker.&nbsp; Of course she was worried about what he put in his report as it would determine what happened to her future.&nbsp; If he told the other Mistwalkers, would she be taken somewhere else to be questioned?&nbsp; Perhaps they would just kill her?&nbsp; She didn't know and the thoughts of what could be kept intruding on her more pleasant thoughts.&nbsp; She was still curious about Far and wanted to spend more time talking to him.&nbsp; He was so different from everything she heard about Mistwalkers that it was almost scary.&nbsp; To think that her people had such bad information was a little appalling though it could be that he was an unusual example of his people.&nbsp; <br><br>Ava tilted her head as he started singing, the strangely beautiful language was even more wonderful in song.&nbsp; She listened to him from a distance thanks to her implant.&nbsp; The tone and quality of the song soothed her troubled mind, letting her really relax again.&nbsp; He may tell his people about her and he may not but, for the moment, she was warm and safe and that counted for a lot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>11-04-2013, 23:33:01</strong>
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				It was done.<br><br>There was no turning back now.<br><br>Exhausted by his long trip in the confines of the ship and the past few hours of shocking revelations, Far-Eye leaned back in his chair, singing quietly now, and stared at the starscape through the great dome at the very top of the station pod. Sometimes he wondered what it would be like to truly wander among them, unconfined by xenophobia and a war that was not his.<br><br>But right now, there were lesser, more immediate things to take care of. Mundanes such as sleep and cleaning up from his absence and caring for his unexpected guest. Those were things he could manage in the here and now.<br><br>Stretching his weary body, Far stood and made his way to the center level where he was surprised to find Ava awake and merely sitting quietly. He recognized fear and uncertainty and a certain resigned calm in what was familiar about her. The unfamiliar still struck him, but how could it not?<br><br>"Do you require a horizontal surface to sleep? I myself am exhausted and I believe you have no reason to harm me, since it would not benefit you in any way. This outpost has little strategic value and it is only we two here. The cuffs merely keep you from your technology and my computer. I do not know where you began your journey here, but you are very far from Alliance territories now."<br><br>Various emotions flitted over the human's expressive face and Far felt for her. Were the situation reversed....<br><br>"If you are in need of... comfort," he hedged. "Group sleeping for warmth is not unheard of with my people."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 00:07:16</strong>
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				Ava sat up a little straighter in the chair as she heard Far moving around again.&nbsp; While she felt more comfortable here as time moved along without harm coming to her, it was still so unfamiliar that she had a hard time completely relaxing.&nbsp; <br><br>“I would like one, please.”&nbsp; She answered his question, once again trying to read his expression.&nbsp; His shift in mood was puzzling to her.&nbsp; It wasn't too long ago that they were talking on the couch and now he seemed to be creating distance again.&nbsp; But, as he spoke, the reasons became clear.&nbsp; She was still his prisoner and, while they were not hostile, she was still an enemy of his people.&nbsp; Well, maybe not her personally but, rather, her people were an enemy to his.&nbsp; She nodded at his words, a sad resignation settling on her face.&nbsp; She logically understood and if the positions were reversed, she would be doing the same thing.&nbsp; But, the reality was still sad.&nbsp; She was far from her people and probably never going back.&nbsp; “I understand.&nbsp; I was far from Alliance territories before all of this happened.”&nbsp; It then dawned on her that perhaps he needed to remind her of these things because his people would be here to collect her soon.&nbsp; While Far didn't know it, her head was filled with knowledge that could be useful to the Mistwalkers.&nbsp; She had an understanding of Alliance technology that could be incredibly harmful for the Alliance.&nbsp; She sighed quietly.&nbsp; She didn't even blame him for doing his duty to his people.&nbsp; He couldn't just keep her here secretly and hope his people never found out.&nbsp; Even though she hadn't known him long, she found that she liked him and wouldn't want him to end up dead or imprisoned because of her.&nbsp; <br><br>His words pulled her out of her thoughts and she looked up at him again.&nbsp; She was a bit surprised by the offer and it showed on her face.&nbsp; While she was resigned to being a prisoner, she wasn't going to turn down any offer of comfort.&nbsp; She may as well be comfortable now because, if she were given over to his people, it could be a long it, if ever, that she was offered such things again.<br><br>“Thank you, Far-Eye.”&nbsp; Ava said quietly and rose stiffly from the chair and waited for him to release her from the chair.&nbsp; Keeping the blanket wrapped around her, she followed him quietly to his huge bed.&nbsp; She waited for him to leash her to the bed so he could sleep in comfort and then shrugged out of the blanket, laying it carefully on the bed before she crawled onto the large bed.&nbsp; Having been lost in dark thoughts, it wasn't until she was actually on the bed that it really hit her that she was going to be sleeping in the same bed with Far.&nbsp; Suddenly nervous, she turned to watch him, a light blush playing across her cheeks again.&nbsp; While she had been in others beds before it had been a long time.&nbsp; She shifted, slightly, her short pink shorts riding up her pale thigh as she did so.&nbsp; “Is there a place you normally sleep?”&nbsp; She asked hesitantly.&nbsp; It was his bed and she didn't want him to be uncomfortable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 02:33:22</strong>
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				Once he had Ava secured to the handle on the bedside storage chest, he noted she once more flushed pink and he smiled. While he didn't understand the exact emotional state the reaction represented, her expression said enough.<br><br>"You are small enough that we'll find a way to be comfortable." <br><br>With visual privacy from the divider wall between the bed and hygiene areas, Far tended to his routine before sleeping. With his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, he marveled at the fine strands of near-white hair trapped in his brush, pinching them out and studying them in the light. So fine and yet so strong. Fascinating. Much like the female who left it behind.<br><br>Finishing up, Far-Eye returned to the bed, idly scratching at his belly in a comforting gesture. The key came off, hung on a hook jutting from the divider wall between bed and latrine. Groaning with relief, he stretched out on the soft surface, grateful for the comfort. After a moment, he rolled his head to the side, hyper-aware of his own skull's weight putting pressure on the sensitive base of his horn to watch the pale stranger beside him. She looked even smaller now, cuddled up beneath his old blanket, those beautiful eyes watching him back.<br><br>"Are all of you so small? I admit to never feeling quite so... large before." Huffing with amusement, he felt himself smile. "Particularly around a female."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 03:04:14</strong>
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				Ava nodded at Far doubtfully.&nbsp; It wasn't her size nor his that made her concerned about sharing a bed with the Mistwalker.&nbsp; <br><br>Spreading out the blanket to cover the rest of the bed, she shimmied under them, keenly aware of the male in the next room.&nbsp; Trying to pretend that this is just a normal night, she laid herself down, keeping her hair up to not have her weight on top of it.&nbsp; Fanning her hair over the huge pillow, she finally set her head down.&nbsp; She closed her wateresque blue eyes but almost immediately opened them again.&nbsp; Too many mental pictures crowded her mind.&nbsp; She wondered what it would feel like to be up against his furred form while she slept.&nbsp; Shifting a little under the covers, she was grateful when he returned to the room and laid down.<br><br>Ava laughed lightly at the question, amused.&nbsp; “I'm kind of short for my people.&nbsp; If I were just two inches shorter, I wouldn't have....”&nbsp; Her words trailed off for a moment before she continued.&nbsp; “I wouldn't have been allowed to have the job I had.”&nbsp; She finished.&nbsp; She turned over to her side to face him, her eyes landing once again on his bright horns.&nbsp; With all that luscious dark fur, they stood out to her eyes.&nbsp; “While there are many exceptions, human males tend to be larger then the women.”&nbsp; She took in form quickly.&nbsp; “Though, to be honest, not many are as large as yourself.&nbsp; Certainly some but it is rare.”&nbsp; <br><br>She shifted again, still snuggled under his blanket, her expression turning a little more serious.&nbsp; “I'm sorry if I've been causing you problems.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 05:48:43</strong>
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				"Your cubs must be tiny," he mused sleepily and yawned until his jaw cracked. Scratching at the fringe of male fur along his jowls, barely lightened with age, he contemplated that piece of information. "Your males are larger? Fascinating. If not for... this," a gesture at the whole of him was illustrative. "I might have fit in better with your folk. Who knew?"<br><br>Ava's almost mournful expression caught his attention and Far rolled to his side, body closer, only the blanket between them. Her soft apology warmed him, made him feel protective. Reaching out to give into the temptation of her impossible hair, he stroked her smooth, round skull and fingered the cloud-pale locks.<br><br>"You have not caused me problems with intent. And some good has already come of this. Sleep now and wake me if you need the latrine. Good night, Ava."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 07:11:57</strong>
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				Ava chuckled sleepily and nodded.&nbsp; “We call them kids or children but, yes, they are smallish.”&nbsp; Putting a few pieces of information together, she believed that the women of his society were larger than the males but he was large for a male.&nbsp; It probably meant that he was close to the size of a female of his people, if not larger.&nbsp; She chuckled again.&nbsp; “I think you would do well in many of our societies.”&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>It was only a moment before the slight tense reaction faded as he ran his fingers through her hair.&nbsp; She had always liked having her hair brushed when she was younger and it seemed it was no different now.&nbsp; Her eyes started to close as he continued.&nbsp; Reflexively, she shifted closer to him under the blankets, almost snuggling up against his large, warm body.&nbsp; <br><br>“Good night, Far-Eye.”&nbsp; She murmured, almost asleep already.&nbsp; It was not long after that Avas body relaxed&nbsp; and her breathing leveled out.&nbsp; She was a very quiet sleeper, her chest barely moving as she slept.&nbsp; <br><br>In her sleep, Ava kept herself close to the warm portion of the bed, unaware that her body was pressed against the Mistwalker.<br><br>Awareness began slowly for Ava.&nbsp; She was warm and happy but her mind insisted that it was time to wake up.&nbsp; Her eyes opened slowly and, at the same time, she became aware of the other presence in the bed.&nbsp; The large, warm presence which her mind took a moment to realize was Far-Eye.&nbsp; Her back was pressed flush against his chest, one large furred arm wrapped around her slight form and her own arm laying over the top of his.&nbsp; She stiffened a little as her mind suddenly woke up.&nbsp; She was being spooned by a Mistwalker! After a brief moment of worry, she relaxed against him again quietly.&nbsp; The novelty of waking up next to someone wasn't lost on Ava and, if she ended up in the hands of his people, this would be a nice memory to hold on to.&nbsp; With a contented sigh, she snuggled closer and lay quietly, not wanting to wake him.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 10:34:05</strong>
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				Foreign, exotic and enticing, the smell embedded itself deep in his mind, in his instincts. Physical awareness swept over him pushing back the darkness of sleep. This waking, there were new sensations, some utterly foreign. Long silky strands tickling his eyelids and nose and mouth where the fur was mere fuzz or absent completely. The small, curvy body cradled close to his, relaxed and trusting.<br><br>Not a dream then.<br><br>That realization left Far-Eyes torn. While he longed for the simplicity of the life he'd so suddenly lost, he relished how this challenge made him feel. His stunted existence had worn him down, made him feel old before his time. No one wanted him with his iridescent horns broadcasting how different he was from most of the males of his kind. Sure, a few women had been curious about him but he was a novelty and not a mate. Right now, this exotic female called to the part of him he'd squelched down his entire life. That part of him that wanted to disregard the rules of his society, of his gender, of his very genes<br><br>She... she could set him free.<br><br>Growling softly, enticingly, Far nosed into the silky, long hair, eyes blinking open, but his clear inner eyelid blinking away the strands. Mouth open, he tasted the near-white hairs across his lips and tongue, teeth out to... to...<br><br>Breath heavy and hot over the back of her neck, he paused, intellect overriding instinct once more... and drew away from the enticing temptation of the stranger beside him.<br><br>"Good morning," he said throatily, his hormones still strong in his veins. Rolling away, he stood and wasn't surprised to find that he was half-erect beneath his loincloth. Stupid hormones...<br><br>Grabbing the key, Far unlocked Ava's wrist and checked her fair skin to ensure she wasn't damaged. Then he unlocked the other end and tucked the whole rig into the waistband of his scant clothing. He felt there would be little need for it, but would keep it close just in case.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 10:56:45</strong>
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				Ava became aware that Far was waking at his growl.&nbsp; While the growl had scared her some before, there was something alluring about the sound coming from him now.&nbsp; Pressed against his chest, she not only heard the growl but felt the slight vibration against her back.&nbsp; <br><br>A shiver played down her spine as his hot breath touched her neck, her small, peach nipples hardened beneath her tank top.&nbsp; She shifted slightly, her smooth back rubbing against his chest gently as she did so.&nbsp; Unexpectedly, the warmth of his body moved away from her and she rolled over to see him.&nbsp; Her blue eyes gazed at him for a moment before she stretched, her back arching under the blankets, her short but shapely legs uncurling and her arms pushed out to each side.&nbsp; <br><br>“Good morning.”&nbsp; She replied not able to control the sensual way the words came out.&nbsp; To cover for her own desire for him, she sat up carefully, the blanket falling from her torso and bunching at her legs.&nbsp; She watched him rise from the bed, a mixture of relief and disappointment clear in her pale eyes.<br><br>Her eyes widened in surprise as he released her wrist from the cuff.&nbsp; Her head tilted, her tangled hair moving over her shoulder.&nbsp; “Are you sure, Far-Eye?”&nbsp; She asked though she was pleased to be free from the cuff.&nbsp; While the cuff itself wasn't much of a bother to her, she was grateful for the trust he was placing in her.&nbsp; <br><br>Once free, she slipped out of the bed and straightened her clothes, her tank top a little twisted around her waist and her short had rode higher up her legs in the night.&nbsp; Tucking a stray lock of silky hair behind her ear, she pondered for a moment before speaking to him.&nbsp; “Would you mind if I got some things from the escape pod?”&nbsp; She asked him.&nbsp; “You can join me, of course.”&nbsp; She added so he knew she wasn't going to be getting something to hurt him or the station with. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>13-04-2013, 08:23:35</strong>
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				Nodding silently, Far gestured for her to head back the way their strange journey had begun.<br><br>"I hope perhaps you have warmer clothes?"<br><br>The pod made him nervous, a great hulking chunk of technology that he did not understand. The threat of the war that made him enemies with the small human loomed large suddeny, throwing all of the mixed emotions he'd been feeling into sharp relief. It also made his remember how isolated this place really was, and that no one knew she was here...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>13-04-2013, 09:09:52</strong>
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				Ava walked with Far and smiled as he spoke.&nbsp; “I can get some if the pod isn't too damaged.”&nbsp; She hadn't had the chance to run a diagnostic since arriving here.&nbsp; <br><br>As they approached the pod together, she noted his tension return.&nbsp; Being concerned about the reaction, she too became more tense as his moods were hard to judge.&nbsp; Trying to help, she spoke as they got to the pod.&nbsp; “This is a standard issue escape pod.”&nbsp; She pulled on the same lever he had used to open it, the door opening again with a soft hiss.&nbsp; “There is always one assigned per person on a smaller ship and, if there's room, one or two extra.&nbsp; Each pod has a suspended animation function so our chances of survival increase when lost at a distance.&nbsp; I was under the effects when you found me.”&nbsp; Walking to the front console, she began typing on the computer.&nbsp; The sleek gray metal of the console gleamed in dim internal light of the Pod, the console itself lit up from underneath, the various colors seeming to indicate various tasks.&nbsp; “Right now, I am running a diagnostic on my energy supply.&nbsp; I want to see if the energy systems were damaged in the explosion.”&nbsp; She was probably over explaining each action she took but it seemed better than leaving him to think the worst.&nbsp; She wasn't about to harm the small trust she had gained.&nbsp; “The pods don't have FLT because the large draw on the engines.&nbsp; To house engines that would allow that, the pods would be too large to fit enough on ships.”<br><br>Opening a panel in the back, she smiled at Far and glanced inside.&nbsp; It held the small amount of personal items that she could fit into the small compartment.&nbsp; Pulling out a sleek, black bag, she set it down by her feet, leaving it unopened for the moment.&nbsp; Closing the panel she moved to her knees right where she was standing and opened another panel, this one only an inch above the sleek gray floor and twice as tall as the last one.&nbsp; “This compartment holds some clothing.&nbsp; I only brought a couple personal outfits and a couple uniforms.”&nbsp; She explained, deciding to leave the uniforms in the pod.&nbsp; It wouldn't do to constantly remind both of them that she was an alliance officer.&nbsp; While she didn't pack anything as the ship was tearing itself apart, as the pod was assigned to her, she had taken precautions as per regulations before the ship launched for the first time. Pulling out another matching bag, she set that down next to the other and then pulled out one longer garment bag that matched the others in material and color.&nbsp; Rising, she glanced around the small pod and spotted the item she was looking for.<br><br>Moving to the other side of the pod, she grabbed a hand held device and picked it up.&nbsp; It was the information she had downloaded from the ship at the last minute.&nbsp; She looked up at Far as she made her way back to the bags.&nbsp; “One of these bags has some equipment in it.&nbsp; All of them are hand held instruments and I don't mind if you look through them.&nbsp; I will tell you what all of them do.”&nbsp; She gestured to the other bags.&nbsp; “Those have clothes and grooming items in it.&nbsp; Most of the items inside both were in the event that a pod is found and the person may need some items before they get settled somewhere or picked up by a larger vessel.”&nbsp; She shrugged.&nbsp; None of these things seemed particularly interesting to her.&nbsp; “If you'd like, we can leave the pod and I can show you everything.”&nbsp; She offered, thinking he may be more comfortable outside of Alliance technology.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>13-04-2013, 12:56:38</strong>
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				An escape pod with the ability to put a being in suspended animation. Fascinating. The information made sense to the clues he had been collecting in these mad hours since spotting the blasted thing in his sensors. It also made sense to how odd Ava had acted in those first minutes, as Far could only imagine that being in stasis was stressful on the body. Scent had been trapped in the main chamber where she'd lain, but not as strong as he would have thought. But then again, with as much debris as was stuck to the thing's hull, it had drifted for a decent amount of time and yet her bruises had been fresh and livid under her skin.<br><br>Likewise, the plain bags she removed from the pod also had little scent and had clearly been stored for some time. There was no denying his curiosity about the technology, so much more sophisticated than what his people had created on their own or, more commonly, cobbled together from others.<br><br>Nodding distractedly at Ava's offer to step away from the pod and explore her supplies, Far noted one other important thing that set them apart. She had left something of absolutely necessity to a Mistwalker behind. In those first moments upon their meeting, she had reflexively reached into the large chamber where her body had been held. Doing the same, Far found an item there, malicious in its simplicity, and pulled it out. That he had never seen an Alliance weapon before had no bearing on his absolutely certainty of its identity. Barrel, trigger, handle; he knew what it was and it fit in his hand, even if it was a bit small. Reaching into the chamber again, he found an even larger weapon, slim and deadly and nearly the length of his arm.<br><br>And suddenly, he was a terrible threat again, the fear bright in her blue eyes.<br><br>He found that he didn't like it, much preferring her shy warmth and her smiles. Shifting his grip so that he no longer held it like a weapon, Far casually transferred the pair of weapons to one hand and shrugged.<br><br>"I'll just lock these up with my own in the security vault. It's beside the entertainment area on the second floor. Come. I look forward to seeing your devices."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>14-04-2013, 12:45:57</strong>
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				Ava let out the breath she had been holding slowly as Far shifted his grip on the weapon.&nbsp; While she didn't really think he was going to shoot her as he hadn't done anything harmful so far but the fear reaction couldn't be stopped as she didn't <em>know</em> that he wouldn't change his mind.<br><br>She nodded at his words and began getting her bags ready.&nbsp; Mostly, the garment bag needed to be folded in half so she could carry it on her shoulder.&nbsp; Slinging it on her shoulder than picking up the two smaller bags, she walked with far out of the pod, the sensors noticed that the occupants were leaving and closed the door automatically.&nbsp; It didn't work that way when someone approached however.&nbsp; “There's some items that may prove useful as they're meant for day to day tasks and some aides for repairs.”&nbsp; She hesitated because she wasn't sure she should mention more.&nbsp; “All the items are are very functional but several upgrades behind the standard technology used.”&nbsp; With the very high potential of a pod ending up in the hands of an enemy, the Alliance wished to keep the most modern technology from falling into enemy hands.&nbsp; <br><br>Lugging the bags up the stairs, she went over to the couch, setting the bags gently down on the floor in front of where she soon sat.&nbsp; Not wanting Far to think she was up to anything, she waited until he returned from locking away the guns before opening the bag with her equipment.&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled shyly as he sat on the couch sans weapons and grabbed the bag, pulling it on the couch between them.&nbsp; Opening it up, she pulled out the first gadget, a medical item.&nbsp; The hand held item was quite small with a gray metal outside and a screen on the front.&nbsp; There was a small three inch cylindrical object attached to the side.&nbsp; “This is a medical scanner.&nbsp; I would use the small device on the side to scan a person.&nbsp; With just the scanner portion, it can send signals if there are injuries on a person.&nbsp; Basically, if it senses internal or external injuries, it will beep.”&nbsp; She shrugged with a smile.&nbsp; “The larger part of this is simply a readout of what the scanner picks up for a more detailed understanding of illness, injuries, chemical imbalances and the like.”&nbsp; She tilted her head, curious.&nbsp; “May I scan you?”&nbsp; She asked and waited for him to give permission.&nbsp; <br><br>Slipping the cylindrical scanner from the rest of the device, she pressed a button on the bottom and a greenish light flicked to life on the other end and the screen of the device lit up.&nbsp; While remaining about a foot away from touching him, she traced the light over his form.&nbsp; It didn't take long for her to complete the process.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she scanned him, information appeared on the screen.&nbsp; For the moment, it showed an internal view of his body.&nbsp; “The buttons at the bottom of this portion allows me to look for more detailed information.&nbsp; Basically, I could see your current chemical make up and several other things.&nbsp; By pressing on the screen itself, I can enhance a specific finding.”&nbsp; With that, her finger hovered over his lungs then touched them gently on the screen.&nbsp; The screen then showed his lungs and a long stream of information about them associated with the various things the scanner picked up, lung capacity, function and other useful information.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>15-04-2013, 10:59:28</strong>
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				Far had nearly reached for one of the bags, but hesitated and fell back to his default of being an observer. And while Ava's far more advanced Alliance technology intimidated him, anything dangerous would doom her as well. So Far had to trust in both of their survival instincts to keep them safe in this small, isolated place.<br><br>Nodding silently in response to Ava's speaking about the small devices in her bags, Far followed her to the living level, keeping half an eye on her going to the couch as he unlocked the big safe to stash the Alliance weapons next to his own. Unsurprisingly, they looked sleek and deadly next to his more utilitarian tools. Bet her devices would too.<br><br>Dropping heavily to the couch, carefully whipping his short tail to the side, Far-Eye focused his attention on his guest. Her smile warmed him, a universal communication that transcended the differences between them. It was difficult to believe the small device could do the same thing as his bulky equipment, but with his nod, Ava waved it slowly in his general direction. Like his own tools, it emitted cool light, the visible part of the technology's interaction with the target body, and left only the faintest tingle behind.<br><br>"Fascinating," he commented softly, leaning into her space to peer at the screen. When he reached out to tap the gray casing of the medical device, she looked up to meet his small smile. "Not so different after all, are we?"<br><br>Again, there was something in her water-colored eyes that called to him with a language he didn't quite understand. He felt the pull, he was even pretty sure he knew what it meant, but she was a species he didn't know, a peoples who had made enemies with his own. But his pull to her was strangely more intense then what he had ever felt towards his own kind. Now he knew the primitive markings on his horns set him apart, but that old psychological wound made even less sense in this sudden new context. <br><br>What was it about this exotic stranger that drew him in?<br><br>Unnerved, not by the device in Ava's hands, but the sudden, jangling need and confusion, Far heard himself make a low, agitated noise. Not word, not a song, not a growl, but something that was all and none. A feral sound his ancestors might have made in the face of a danger that somehow attractive. <br><br>And again, he ached for the escape of the cool waters so close... and yet so far away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>15-04-2013, 11:46:59</strong>
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				Ava smiled at him and glanced at the readings herself.&nbsp; It was both strange and not that their peoples were so similar.&nbsp; That had been true of the races of the Alliance too.&nbsp; There were sometimes great cultural differences and, frequently, biological differences but, overall there were more similarities that differences.&nbsp; She shook her head.&nbsp; “We're really not.”&nbsp; <br><br>She was about to put the medical scanner back in it's place in the bag when she caught his eye.&nbsp; She simply watched him watching her for a moment, taken in by his dark eyes.&nbsp; Her thoughts drifted back to how they awoke.&nbsp; She had slept so well cuddled next to him.&nbsp; She felt comfortable and... safe.&nbsp; It was strange to feel safe with a Mistwalker.&nbsp; Their peoples were at war and she had heard so many horrific tales about what they did to their enemies.&nbsp; And, yet, she had felt ease while his strong arm was wrapped around her.&nbsp; <br><br>Ava jumped at the noise he made, lost in her own thoughts, it surprised her to hear his agitated noise.&nbsp; But, this time, the noise didn't scare her so much as concerned her.&nbsp; “Are you okay?”&nbsp; She asked him, her brow furrowed, her blue eyes worried.&nbsp; She leaned forward and touched him gently on the arm.&nbsp; “Did I upset you?”&nbsp; She asked.&nbsp; She thought that she may be the cause of his agitation but, for the life of her, she couldn't figure out what she had done to upset him but she wanted to make it right.&nbsp; For all their biological similarities, there were still vast cultural differences and she may have done something wrong in their culture.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>15-04-2013, 13:10:38</strong>
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				"No," Far-Eye hummed, still agitated. "Apparently, I am not okay." <br><br>Near-black eyes flicked downward to take in the gentle touch, baffled at her gentleness, her softness. Had he been around one of his own kind, stinking of hormones the way he did, a female would have dragged him off to somewhere private, or more likely, beat him down. It had always galled him, to swallow down his nature to... want the way he did and have to choke it down all the time.<br><br>Now, this stranger he should hate dredged up a lifetime of heated need he'd spent a lifetime wrestling with and it was making him crazy.<br><br>Huffing humorlessly, Far scrubbed his face with both hands, standing and moving away and turning his body to hide his most obvious reactions. Bad enough he couldn't really hide his shameful horns...<br><br>Tugging roughly at the right horn, Far could feel that dull, intense ache he'd thought meditated away with time and practice and isolation. That throwback gland at the base that grew the telltale iridescence as obvious as the throbbing erection now plaguing him like a painful itch. Clearly, he had been right to come to this isolated place and get away from his own kind, because clearly they were right about him. He was little more than an animal and not fit to be around others....<br><br>"Upset me? Fates, no," he growled harshly, hands still pulling on his traitorous horns, willing a calm he suddenly could no longer find. "It is not you, Ava. It is me."<br><br>He didn't bolt this time, like some frightened cub, but he did retreat again, stumbling blindly downstairs, still clutching at the hard spirals of a birthright he never wanted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>15-04-2013, 14:14:10</strong>
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				Avas brow furrowed further at Fars answer.&nbsp; She shifted closer to him, not even noticing that the medical scanner fell quietly from her lap to the huge couch, her focus entirely on the Mistwalker in front of her.&nbsp; <br><br>“What's wrong?”&nbsp; She asked him, her voice laced with concern.&nbsp; Her fingers moved lightly against his strong, furred arm, subconsciously trying to comfort him as he had done for her when his fingers ran through her hair.&nbsp; Her blue eyes stayed on his dark pools.&nbsp; More than anything, she wanted to help him through whatever was happening.&nbsp; <br><br>For a moment, Ava stayed sitting, watching him rise from the couch.&nbsp; Feeling helpless, she waited another moment but, as he turned his back to her, she rose from the couch herself though she kept her distance for the moment.&nbsp; <br><br>Ava watched as he tugged at his wonderful horn and tilted her head.&nbsp; Perhaps it was a sign of agitation?&nbsp; She didn't know so she stayed standing where she but her eyes didn't leave him and she was worrying at her lower lip, nervous for him.&nbsp; <br><br>His growled words relieved her but didn't alleviate her concern for him.&nbsp; If she hadn't done something wrong then it was something else entirely.&nbsp; His hands yanked on his horns and she winced in sympathy for the spectacular appendages.&nbsp; <br><br>She watched him begin to stumble away and moved forward.&nbsp; “Far!&nbsp; Please wait!”&nbsp; She called after him, still giving him space as she didn't know what was happening.&nbsp; “Please let me help?”&nbsp; Ava asked, pleadingly.&nbsp; She didn't want him to go somewhere on his own if he were sick or something.&nbsp; The way he was stumbling around concerned her.&nbsp; “At least talk to me?&nbsp; Please?”&nbsp; She continued to plead, standing at the top of the stairs.&nbsp; A part of her feared that, if he continued to pull at his horns as he was, he may injure himself.&nbsp; If he would just stay, they could figure it out together.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>15-04-2013, 15:09:55</strong>
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				Less than a day...<br><br>In less than a day, he had been reduced to this! What ancestor hated him so, to curse him like this? He would have been content in his exile. Surely this stranger was a cursed payment for some awful thing he must have done in a past life, here to torture him.<br><br>She paused at the top of the stairs, clearly aware what what wrong with him. He was dangerous to her common decency as a thinking, sentient being. At best...<br><br>"Help?" He scoffed harshly, glaring out of the corner of his eye. "There is no helping me. Can't you see that I am little more than the animal they all know me to be? How can you even look at me?"<br><br>He didn't even realize he was yelling until his own whistling song echoed back from the outpost's smooth metal walls. Horrified at his behavior, Far-Eye stared up at the blue-eyed human and her striking paleness that intrigued him so.<br><br>"I don't want to hurt you..."<br><br>Backing up a few more feet, he tore his eyes away, crouching to go through the familiar moves of yanking open the split round door in the floor. Teetering at the edge of the drop, he made the mistake of looking over again, where Ava had come most of the way down the stairs. Would retreating to the water make him a coward? He had no idea how to act anymore and was ashamed of himself for running.<br><br>But what else could he do?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>16-04-2013, 16:04:03</strong>
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				Ava winced as Far yelled.&nbsp; While not afraid this time, the implant meant that she heard him yell twice.&nbsp; Her concern only spiked at his words.&nbsp; She had gathered from some of his comments that he felt he was different than the other Mistwalkers.&nbsp; And, perhaps there was some truth to that seeing as he didn't kill her right away.&nbsp; But, none of his differences mattered to her.&nbsp; “You're not an animal, Far!”&nbsp; She knew even as she said it that it wasn't going to help.&nbsp; <br><br>“If you were going to hurt me, you would have done so already.”&nbsp; Ava told him confidently.&nbsp; At this moment, she was certain of that even if she hadn't been earlier.&nbsp; He had plenty of opportunities to hurt her and hadn't so what would make this time any different?<br><br>Ava moved to the bottom of the stairs, still giving him his space but not willing to back off as yet.&nbsp; She watched him yank the door open to get into the water.&nbsp; Remembering what he had said about his people needing that water, she took a deep breath and ran her lower lip through her teeth quickly.&nbsp; She met his eyes as he watched her, hovering over the water.&nbsp; <br><br>“I understand that having time in the water helps.”&nbsp; Ava said softly, understanding.&nbsp; “Go, take your swim and we can talk more later.”&nbsp; She would try to talk to him again after he had a chance to calm himself.&nbsp; “I'll go up and get food, if you don't mind.”&nbsp; <br><br>She didn't make her way upstairs until Far went for his swim.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 10:22:27</strong>
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				The understandable gulf between their peoples yawned wide and incomprehensible<br><br>"You don't understand anything," he whispered, his voice sad. "How could you?"<br><br>Her calm made him feel all the more monstrous and utterly as though he were the one captured, not her. His nature as a predator, as a throwback to a more primitive time, fought with his role now, forced to give in to others, to live apart. His shame made him angry and defensive and his nature as a civilized man fought violently with that. It had been so long since circumstances had made him feel the conflict so powerfully. It was like being an adolescent all over again!<br><br>Exhausted by his silent struggles, and with no answers for either of them, Far-Eye nodded wearily at her final words and gracelessly let his weight carry him over the edge to fall into the waters below.<br><br>There was no pleasure in the embrace of the cool quiet, in the wild dance of the fish as they flashed in all directions. He should eat, he knew that, but stress ruined his appetite. What could he tell her? There was no reason to tell his dirty secrets, except that he was drawn to her, wanted her trust and her closeness. Yet, he feared it too.<br><br>Unable to relax, Far retreated to the stairs that spiraled down from the lowest level all the way to the bottom of the tank where the gravity generator was entombed beneath many tons of water. On the seldom-used steps, he sat with his knees pulled up beneath his chin and brooded. <br><br>At this moment in time, it felt like Sandskin's visit could not come soon enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 20:02:44</strong>
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				Avas eyes turned sad, a small frown forming on her lips.&nbsp; “I would like to understand.”&nbsp; She replied quietly.&nbsp; What she did know was that he was really upset and that bothered her.&nbsp; But, right now, the water would probably do more for him than she could.&nbsp; <br><br>She watched him land in the water with a splash and stood motionless for a time.&nbsp; Having her standing here probably wouldn't help him so, with a sigh, she turned and made her way back up the stairs.&nbsp; Fretting, she nibbled her lower lip and straightened up, her nervous energy requiring some sort of outlet.&nbsp; She made the bed, cleaned up the towels she had used and got rid of the food from yesterday.&nbsp; <br><br>Her mind on the Mistwalker below, she went back to her clothing bags and pulled out a new outfit.&nbsp; While she didn't have many options, she didn't really need too many.&nbsp; Slipping off her little pink shorts, she slipped on a pair of undies then added tight light blue jeans.&nbsp; Next, she took off her top and put on a bra that matched the undies before slipping a form fitting sweater the color of her eyes over her head.&nbsp; Folding the light pink clothes, she put them back into her bag and headed in to brush her hair and teeth.&nbsp; <br><br>As Far was still swimming, she sighed and went over to get some food.&nbsp; She spent a lot of time looking at the machine, looking over the options but not really seeing them.&nbsp; She was curious as to how Far was doing and it distracted her from the rather simple task of picking out food.&nbsp; Would he talk to her when his swim was done?&nbsp; Would he avoid her?&nbsp; Perhaps she should push the issue?&nbsp; She wasn't sure.&nbsp; While it made her worry and she had a hard time understanding him, she was starting to get used to his moods.&nbsp; While she never wanted him unhappy, it was rather refreshing for someone to express themselves.&nbsp; In the Alliance, there was a premium on discipline and keeping emotions at bay so everyone seemed quite the same.&nbsp; She knew that wasn't true but it often felt that way to her.&nbsp; Tossing another quick glance at the stairs, she went back to worrying
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>18-04-2013, 07:12:46</strong>
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				In the end, Far knew his only option was an honesty that would horrify his xenophobic brethren. The universe and the Fates had dropped the human into his lap and this might be the first and even only chance for any honest information to be sent out to the Alliance. While the morality of the decision did give Far pause, he knew it would be the right thing to do. It was obvious to him that Ava was some sort of scientific type and that sort would be more logical about all of these differences and misunderstandings.<br><br>He had been here a long time with the water lapping at his toes. Long enough that even he was slightly chilled and his belly growled urgently. Mockingly growling back, he took a deep breath and leaped back into the water to hunt, clumsy as a pup for long minutes because his legs were mostly numb. Eventually, full sensation returned to legs and tail and he could pursue the denizens of the tank in earnest. The squid seemed more appealing today, even as they were harder to catch. The first one he barely paused long enough to gut before quieting his empty belly as he watched the other fish and squid make short work of the discarded bits. One of the greedy ones become his next meal, thrashing wildly until he had to surface to dispatch it. Blasting water away from his nostrils, Far yanked the grasping tentacles and rinsed out the carcass, before going after the sweet flesh. <br><br>The humans were clearly omnivorous by their digestive tract, though not by those tiny teeth! Far smirked to himself as he ate the raw squid, that this might be a bit much for a peoples clearly not as close to their hunter instincts as he. Once finished, he decided one of the larger fish would make a good supper, even if Ava were to decide to consume part of it. Ignoring the chill, he dove and looped, after one of the larger and wilier specimens. Luck was with him and he managed to hook a six-pounder with a claw long enough to sink his fangs into the back of its head, just forward of the dorsal fin.<br><br>It thrashed and fought, but finally succumbed at the surface when Far gutted it to keep that mess out of the kitchen upstairs. Giving the creature a moment to honorably bleed out, he once more took it in his teeth to climb the rope and shake out his unusually sodden fur. He had been neglecting asking care of his fur. No wonder he was chilled! Swimming in the loincloth hadn't helped any, the material ruffling his guard hairs and letting his undercoat get wet. Ignoring the dripping water, after all, everything on the station had to be water tight, Far sighed and trod up the ladder with his catch in hand.<br><br>"Again, my apologies for my erratic behavior, Ava," he greeted his companion and walked over to the kitchen to prepare his catch for cooking. "My people sent me here to the fringes of our territory because I do not get along well with others. As you've seen. I find it difficult to maintain calm in... certain circumstances." Gritting his teeth around the shame, he forced himself to speak, staring at the fish so that he needn't look at the attractive stranger. "I am a genetic throwback, as the... iridescence of my cursed horns are proof of."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>19-04-2013, 19:21:44</strong>
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				With a sigh to herself, Ava padded quietly to the couch and sat, drawing her legs up.&nbsp; Reaching down to lift her bag, she sorted through the equipment she had available to her now.&nbsp; All of them were carefully sorted and stored but Ava, being fidgety, checked each small item before placing it back into the bag.&nbsp; <br><br>At last, Ava's eyes fell to the downloaded information.&nbsp; Picking up the sleek hand held reader, she shook her head.&nbsp; It was best to not begin the process of decryption now.&nbsp; Most of the projects taking place on the science vessel had been classified to such an extent that only science command would be given the details.&nbsp; While she was beginning to think that the Alliance may be wrong about Mistwalkers, she wasn't yet willing to risk this sort of information.&nbsp; She liked Far-Eye and was, perhaps, attracted to the male but that didn't mean that the war between their people would come to an end.&nbsp; She nibbled nervously on her bottom lip, her thoughts unfocused.&nbsp; It wasn't like her to be so discombobulated.&nbsp; With yet another sigh, she glanced over to the stairs for what seemed like the hundredth time in the last hour or so.&nbsp; <br><br>Her thoughts drifting over the outcome of the ship, the information she had in her possession and, of course, the male below. She was thoroughly distracted when she heard the noises she'd come to associate with Far walking around in the station.&nbsp; In a day it had become a noise that she felt well familiar with.&nbsp; Perhaps it was his unique gait or just that they were here together.&nbsp; Just the two of them.&nbsp; <br><br>Pushing her thoughts aside, she looked up at him, holding her breath reflexively.&nbsp; She had no idea what mood he might be in now.&nbsp; Cautious, she offered a small smile at his arrival and rose from the oversized couch.&nbsp; Her blue eyes flicked to the fish briefly before seeking his face again.&nbsp; Following him quietly, unwilling to push him, she inwardly cheered as he began to speak.&nbsp; He was going to explain!<br><br>Her head tilted as he spoke, the questions in her mind piling up.&nbsp; She took a deep breath, tightening the leash on her curiosity.&nbsp; “There's nothing to apologize for, Far-Eye.”&nbsp; She replied softly.&nbsp; “As we've agreed, this is a rather awkward situation.”&nbsp; Her brows furrowed and she frowned.&nbsp; “Your people sent you away?”&nbsp; She asked, not quite being able to keep all of the disgust she felt from her voice.&nbsp; Her eyes watched him closely even though he refused to look at her.&nbsp; “Why would your horns cause them to shun you?&nbsp; What does the color and iridescence indicate?”&nbsp; She couldn't help but ask at least a couple questions.&nbsp; If she understood why he was considered a genetic throwback, it may help her understand him and his people a little better.&nbsp; “But, to be honest, I am glad that you're different.&nbsp; You found me and my escape pod and didn't kill me.&nbsp; Instead, you have healed my injuries, provided me food, comfort and not imprisoned me.&nbsp; So, from my perspective, I can't help but be a glad that you are not like the stories I have heard about Mistwalkers.”&nbsp; And, she really liked his horns.&nbsp; She decided against sharing that again as she didn't want to make him more uncomfortable than he was.&nbsp; It was obviously a touchy subject and she had already commented about them.&nbsp; And, while he never answered about touching them, she still wanted to.&nbsp; Her gaze lingered again on his horns as she pondered the texture and feel of them, her curiosity burning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 04:12:34</strong>
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				Far stuffed some replicated vegetables into the fish and slid the whole mess into the cooking unit before setting the timer to begin baking it later.<br><br>"Yes, awkward indeed. And I did promise to do you no harm."<br><br>Her clear disgust at his being sent away from others warmed him a bit. Good to know that wasn't common among the humans then. Latching onto that feeling, he pushed past his own embarrassment and tried to talk more about his embarrassing horns.<br><br>"The shining blue-green is a sign of hormonal imbalance, of a male who will not... submit the way we have been bred to. We are a heavily matriarchal society. You are surprised by this." It was a statement, not a question. "Do you really know so little of us?" Shaking his head at the stupidity of the question, Far smirked humorlessly at himself. "Of course you don't. The females of my kind are dominant. They are much larger and generally more dangerous. I am quite large for a male, equal to a smaller female, and every bit as equal to their dominant tempers." Sighing, Far rubbed his jaw ruff as he could see that the entirety of his point was not communicating. "The glands at the base of my horns that cause that cursed bright color indicate that I have... inappropriate needs."<br><br>His point was still not quite getting through and Far sighed. Then again, what did he have to lose? At least she would know and either be curious herself, or stay away from him in sheer horror. Resigned, Far threw caution to the waves and reached out to place sensitive fingertips on Ava's delicate chin. <br><br>"You are compellingly attractive, even to a beast like me. Did you not know that?"<br><br>For a moment, Far could only stroke his thumb over her silky, bare skin near the corner of her mouth, lost in the fascinating texture. Then he shook himself out, mentally prepared now for rejection yet again. <br><br>"I have been horribly neglectful of my fur of late. I should attend to that before I give myself hypothermia." <br><br>And the only way to do that, was the bath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 12:21:58</strong>
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				Ava noticed him prepping the fish but kept her eyes on the male.&nbsp; She didn't want to miss any hint he may give her.&nbsp; She had never realized before how often humans used facial and body language cues until now as she had so few that she understood.&nbsp; <br><br>“I remember.”&nbsp; She said softly.&nbsp; She did remember that and, even then, she had believed him.&nbsp; “And I believed you but it was not how things could have turned out.”&nbsp; <br><br>She was rather surprised at hearing more about his culture and that they were bred in a specific way.&nbsp; Humans, as well as many other races in the Alliance still felt that diversity was a good thing.&nbsp; Her eyes and face betrayed her astonishment and she nodded though it wasn't a question.&nbsp; Then she shook her head at his other non question but stayed silent as he spoke.&nbsp; Hearing his words, she nodded but she still didn't understand what he was trying to say.&nbsp; <br><br>Surprised by the gentle touch, she looked up at him, meeting his eyes.&nbsp; She smiled softly at the Mistwalker, her scent becoming stronger once again.&nbsp; Her cheeks heated at his words but, at the same time, she frowned.&nbsp; He wasn't a beast!&nbsp; “You're not a beast, Far-Eye.”&nbsp; She told him quietly, tackling that part first.&nbsp; Trying to find the words, she opened her mouth then closed it again.&nbsp; In the Alliance, there was such a standard against treating people with any hint of sexual undertones that she wasn't used to compliments.&nbsp; Her heart pounded in her chest and she nibbled her lip nervously.&nbsp; But, he'd taken the risk and she wasn't going to back off now.&nbsp; “I find you attractive as well.&nbsp; You're alluring and... I like being around you.”&nbsp; Her voice was barely audible and her cheeks were a nice shade of red.&nbsp; <br><br>While she didn't want him to get hypothermia, she hesitated in letting him leave once again.&nbsp; Instead, she grabbed his arm gently before he could go.&nbsp; “Go in a minute?”&nbsp; She asked gently but firmly.&nbsp; Then, in an act of incredible boldness for her, she leaned in, closed her blue eyes and brushed her soft lips against his.&nbsp; It was a soft, chaste kiss but a kiss none-the-less.&nbsp; Pulling back, she opened her eyes and looked at him, her heart fluttering.&nbsp; She had never been so bold as to make the first move and it had been since before joining the Alliance that she actually been doing any kissing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 22:07:40</strong>
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				Something clicked in Far's mind as Ava's cheeks flushed that warm color again. That was an emotional reaction, but not an unpleasant one. Her shyness was baffling to him, she truly was like no female he had ever known, but he was beginning to understand some things about her. She was as flustered by the confessed attraction as he. That blast of warm scent came with the warm tinting of her pale, expressive skin as she too confessed to the mysterious attraction he now knew they both felt.<br><br>Ava's asking him to stay was an easy request to obey. Burning with curiosity and the physical draw to this alluring mystery, Far watched her face, the stunning water-colored eyes flickering about nervously for a moment. Then, she clearly came to a decision, eyes closing before she close, close enough that he was aware of her curvy softness, and brushed her lips over his. It was a sweet, welcoming gesture, if not an uncommon one among his kind. With the matched set of hunting teeth the Mistwalker jaws, not a big shock there. But any sentient species that communicated verbally became orally fixated. And the humans had not kept whatever dangerous teeth their ancestors might have sported in the past.<br><br>"If you're certain," Far murmured almost playfully, putting big hands on Ava's narrow waist, willing enough to set aside the crippling awkwardness for the time being. Besides, there was something he had been aching to do ever since her exotic smell had teased his senses. "Let me taste you..."<br><br>Nuzzling at the tender corner of her soft mouth, Far slit his eyes in pleasant concentration as he ran the tip of his sensitive tongue over her skin, tasting the heat of her skin and breath.<br><br>With a soft, pleased pseudo-growl, Far tightened his grip until Ava's body was pressed to his, big hands low on her hips, near where a tail should be. Her sharp shiver suddenly reminded him of his sodden state, particularly the soaked material of the loincloth he'd forgotten to remove before swimming.<br><br>"I'm sorry," he murmured, lips brushing hers. "I hadn't meant to get you all wet."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>24-04-2013, 08:36:22</strong>
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				Ava slowly blew out the breath she hadn't been aware of holding when Far chose to stay.&nbsp; She had wanted him to but he had been running from her and himself.&nbsp; But, this time he didn't and she was both flustered and relieved.&nbsp; After the bold, gentle brush of her lips against his, she watched him, heart thumping in her chest.&nbsp; Never having done anything like that, she nervously waited for a response from him.<br><br>Releasing yet another breath she hadn't known she was holding as he placed his large, strong hands on her waist, she relaxed in relief that he didn't bolt.&nbsp; But, after a heartbeat, she was nervous for a whole other reason.&nbsp; With him so close to her, she couldn't think straight.&nbsp; There was a voice deep in her mind that was trying to break through, remind her that this was not a good idea but with Far's hands on her, the voice was drowned out.&nbsp; And, for the first time, she was glad for that.&nbsp; Her cheeks still pink, she heard his words and nodded, giving him permission.&nbsp; <br><br>Ava shivered as his tongue ran over her skin, feeling the pleasant and unusual texture of his tongue along her soft skin.&nbsp; Her body heated gently and her cheeks pinked further.&nbsp; Shyly, she reached her hand up, gently laying it against his wet chest.&nbsp; His fur felt quite different with the water still held in by his dual layers of fur.&nbsp; The difference fascinated Ava and, much like before, her fingers moved gently against his chest.&nbsp; <br><br>She gasped as he pulled her closer, her slim, pale skin seeming even more so against his dark fur.&nbsp; A moment later, she let out a little squeak at the cold water soaking into her sweater and pants.&nbsp; Her nipples hardened and goosebumps broke over her skin once again.&nbsp; Still, not wanting to ruin the moment, Ava did her best to ignore the cool fur pressed against her.&nbsp; <br><br>“Think nothing of it.”&nbsp; She replied, her voice quiet, intimate.&nbsp; She closed her eyes as their lips brushed and for a moment, forgot about her clothing.&nbsp; Leaning her head against his chest, her hair getting damp, she heard his next words.&nbsp; Face turning scarlet red, she stiffened in his arms.&nbsp; How could he even tell?&nbsp; She wondered but, after a shocked moment, she realized that he was being more literal.&nbsp; His fur had gotten her clothing, hair and skin wet.&nbsp; Further embarrassed, she floundered.&nbsp; “Er, uh.&nbsp; It's okay.&nbsp; My clothes will dry.”&nbsp; The words tumbled out quickly.&nbsp; She couldn't bring herself to look up at him for the moment, her thoughts and worries brought forward.&nbsp; “Oh, you must be cold!&nbsp; Did you want to take your bath?”&nbsp; She asked quickly, flustered.&nbsp; But, still, she didn't pull away from Far nor did her hand stop on his chest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>25-04-2013, 09:31:46</strong>
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				The touch of her slim hand was as pleasant now as it had been before, a gentle, curious caress through the thick, soft fur that protected him. The way her skin would change temperature, warming with the flush of blood beneath the surface was fascinating. He was realizing that it didn't seem to be a specific emotional reaction, just a strong one. Filing away that information along with the individual cocktail of her scent and taste, he noted yet another reaction, delighted with how mysteriously responsive she was. This enigmatic puzzle would take a long time to unravel. That thought made him a little sad, knowing the impossibility of that, but he quickly shoved it away. The 'now' was what needed to be important. Tiny bumps had broken out all over her skin, making the tiny hairs stand on end. Ah ha! This one he knew well, his own guard hairs fluffed up against the cold.<br><br>When she stiffened at his noting her wet clothing, Far puzzled for a moment, but let it go.<br><br>"I've no doubt you'll dry, but you too are now chilled. Come." Without waiting for permission, he crouched to once again sweep her small body into his arms and strode purposefully to the big tub. "I would normally be almost entirely waterproof, but my long trips away from the outpost and your distracting presence has made me neglectful." His smile took away any possible sting from the words, looking down into the unusual woman in his arms. "Delightful and curious," he mused, giving into temptation again, ducking his head to once more nuzzle at her lips. It would be easy to get lost in her, the way their mouths fit together, the rising need in him that had so rarely found an outlet.<br><br>"No," he soft-growled lowly, quite suddenly for both of them, blinking open his dark gaze to regard her startled, glassy blue eyes. But her hand had stilled where it had wandered up in the thicker hair protecting his head and neck<br>Still mouth to mouth with her, he spoke again, warning and arousal strong in his tone. Those fingertips had once more strayed close to a horn, her curiosity never having been secretive about the unusual appendages. "Those are for lovers only, Ava. The gland at the base that gives me the glossy colors I've despised for so long also makes a touch a very powerful sexual turn on. Pull hard enough, and the pain cancels that out, hence my doing so earlier. You are very tempting." Distracted with the rising burn in brain and body, Far-Eye had to sit on the edge of the tub, nosing into the sweet-smelling long hair cascading from her scalp, licking and suckling behind her pulsing jugular, still aware of his threatening teeth. Chuckling softly, a low, sensual sound, he pulled his head back suddenly, long strands of her pale hair running over his teeth and tongue. With clawed hands in Ava's shirt, he pulled their bodies apart until the hairs fell away and he gathered up the taste with a dexterous tongue, eyes slit in pleasure.<br><br>Still holding her tightly by her sweater, Far stared intently into the eyes that captivated him so. "There. I will forever know you now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 04:02:07</strong>
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				Ava nodded at his words, agreeing with Far.&nbsp; The station was much colder than she was used to and now she was wet.&nbsp; She let out a breathless squeak when he picked her up but smiled up at him.&nbsp; Her dainty hands explored his fur as he walked, her fingers roaming gently over his muscular chest.&nbsp; He was so compelling and there was something incredibly masculine about Far that she had never encountered before.&nbsp; Her gaze moved from his impressive torso and back to his face as he spoke.&nbsp; “I can understand that.&nbsp; This has been... distracting for me as well.”&nbsp; She had always been focused and something of a workaholic but when she was with Far, she was completely distracted and felt truly feminine for the first time in so very long.&nbsp; As their lips met again, she let go of the strangeness of their situation and, for the time being, embraced the moment and the feelings it brought on.&nbsp; <br><br>Her small hands gently moved up, touching his cheeks, his neck and working further up his head as their they continued to kiss, exploring one another.&nbsp; She heard the growled word and opened her glazed blue eyes, confusion dancing.&nbsp; “Wha-?”&nbsp; She began to ask but stopped as she realized where her hands had drifted.&nbsp; Not even aware of the path her hands had taken, she muttered a shy apology to him.&nbsp; While she knew her mind had been rather focused on the lovely addition to his physique, she hadn't realized that her hands had been dancing their way up to explore them.<br><br>Ava listened to him speak, her body still against him, barely breathing as their lips still touched.&nbsp; Her hands moved to his shoulders, gently resting against his fur.&nbsp; She finally nodded her understanding.&nbsp; “I'm sorry, Far-Eye.”&nbsp; She said, her soft lips gently brushing against his.&nbsp; “They're so fascinating but I meant no offense.” She shifted in his lap as he balanced on the edge of the tub, turning to face him better, still entranced by the Mistwalker.&nbsp; Her pulse sped up at his closeness and the danger of those fangs.&nbsp; While she honestly didn't believe he would harm her in any way, her awareness of those predatory fangs made her heart beat just a little faster.&nbsp; Her fingers tangled in his fur as she pressed herself closer to him without realizing it.&nbsp; She liked the nearness far more than she should but, with his furred, muscular body so close to hers, she couldn't come up with a good reason for them to stop.&nbsp; Her blue eyes watched him intently as he pulled them away, tasting her skin on his lips and tongue.&nbsp; Curiosity surged through her at the actions, she gathered that it meant something to him but she couldn't identify exactly what.<br><br>Her whole body tightened at his words.&nbsp; There was something possessive about his words or perhaps the way he said them.&nbsp; Her eyes shone, heat blazing in her blue eyes.&nbsp; It was strange for her to react this way.&nbsp; If a human man had said anything like that to her, she would have been disturbed by it but, coming from Far, it seemed...right.&nbsp; And that disturbed her some in and of itself.&nbsp; Shifting on his lap once again, her eyes fell to the faucet pointedly, her hands resting against his wet chest.&nbsp; “Were you going to bathe?”&nbsp; She asked, her tone husky.&nbsp; A wild part of her that Far had seemed to awaken wanted to toss her clothes off and join him even as another part of her was shocked by the thought.&nbsp; She had <em>never</em> done anything like that before.&nbsp; Torn and uncertain, she nibbled her lower lip and shifted on his lap again, her hips and legs moving gently against him, her clothing even more wet than it was before.&nbsp; A shiver passed over her slight form from the cold of the station and her wet clothes.&nbsp; <br><br>Gently moving his hand from her sweater, Ava rose from his lap, her short, slim legs a little shaky.&nbsp; Taking a couple small steps to the side, she turned on the water and stepped back from the tub, her eyes still on Far.&nbsp; With a deep breath, she crossed her arms over her flat stomach and grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it over her head.&nbsp; Her cheeks heated at her own boldness.&nbsp; She was actually undressing in front of this male.&nbsp; It was thrilling and terrifying.&nbsp; Nervously, she unbuttoned her pants, the wet material clinging to her skin as she slowly forced them down her pale legs.&nbsp; Standing before him in her pale blue bra and underwear set, Ava lost her nerve.&nbsp; &nbsp;She stopped, standing frozen, the sound of the water seeming loud in the silence. Giving her head a slight shake, her long blonde locks cascaded over her shoulder, covering some of her bared skin.&nbsp; Her eyes fell onto Far, uncertainty and desire warring in her eyes.&nbsp; She stood there stiffly, unable to bolt from the room and unable to finish undressing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 03:43:43</strong>
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				Much as Far-Eye wanted to draw Ava ever closer and learn everything he could of her, he did not fight her moving away, disentangling his possessive hand in the soft knit of her shirt. When she spoke of the bath, forgotten behind him, Far nodded distractedly. Never could he have guessed how those small, soft hands would feel on his body, ruffling through the dense fur that protected him and teasing his flesh. The traitorous shaft that defined him as male as obviously as his colorful horns, jerked and swelled, made him shiver as the sensitive organ pressed against the wet loincloth. Her weight, slight as it was, teased unmercifully, giving him such ideas...<br><br>He watched with quiet curiosity as Ava stepped away from him, a lovely tremor to her small frame. Warm water cascaded into the tub beneath her dextrous touch before she stepped a bit away, those blue eyes like lasers on him. Equally as fascinated, Far watched her in turn, waiting to see what she would do next. When she reached for the concealing garments trailing edge, he was astonished and delighted at her boldness. With a dextrous twist, her torso was again exposed to his eyes, then the heavy pants awkwardly stripped away. Much as part of him wanted to help, to prod her into more, he would not. To become his, the way he was craving more and more, she must be his equal in want and desire.<br><br>But he also fully understood how fear suddenly clearly paralyzed her, the pale eyes dilating until the blue was only a thin ring. Her words about her fascination with his glaring obvious horns came back to him then and he spoke softly, coaxingly.<br><br>"Offense, my lovely? You misunderstand. I'm... pleased by your fascination with my horns. Now one has ever been so appreciative before and I find I like it. Your clear desire is intoxicating."<br><br>Gently, coaxing, but implacably his big hands reached out for her, absorbed the reflexive jump of her muscles as his calloused hands came to rest on her skin. He looked as inky as the vacuum that surrounded their watery haven against her paleness. But now he saw more, saw the intricacies of her coloring, the tones of her skin and the pink flush that grew ever more ripe. Tugging gently, he brought her close once more, to stand between his powerful legs so that he could gather her close, the damp warming between them.<br><br>"But to touch," he near-purred, kissing and licking over her throat and clavicles. "Is to give permission to make you mine in all ways."<br><br>The swell of her backside barely filled his wandering hands as he pressed her ever tighter, the proof of his lust trapped between their bodies. Abruptly, he pulled his head back, again licking his chops to enjoy her taste and grinned in a way that Ava might think of as wolfishly.<br><br>"I'm being a terrible host. Come, warm yourself and my annoying maintenance might go faster with extra hands."<br><br>Chuckling playfully, he gripped her harder, blunt claws digging into the heavy muscles of her rear before sinuously slithering both their weights into the filling tub, water cascading everywhere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 20:14:14</strong>
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				Ava beamed a smile at Far, his words relieving her greatly.&nbsp; “I am glad that my... fascination hasn't caused any offense.”&nbsp; She couldn't keep her eyes from drifting back to his&nbsp; horns.&nbsp; “They are absolutely wonderful.”&nbsp; <br><br>Her muscles twitched under his hands as he touched her soft skin with his strong, dark hands.&nbsp; Her gaze dropped to his inky hands on her pale skin, the contrast alluring to her.&nbsp; She had met men with dark skin before but, as they were a part of the Alliances repressive culture, she never had the chance to marvel at the differences.&nbsp; And no one had quite attracted her in the primal, wild way that Far had.&nbsp; His dark fur, eyes she could lose herself in and, of course, his compelling horns brought out a side of Ava that she had never even known she had inside her.&nbsp; Drawn to him, the gentle tugging of his hands brought her close to him, his damp fur brushing against her.&nbsp; Roaming hands explored his muscled chest once again, not seeming to get enough of the feel of him.<br><br>His words brought her blue eyes to his.&nbsp; A wild part of her wanted to reach up with both hands and grab them.&nbsp; The idea of being his in all ways certainly appealed to a primal side of her.&nbsp; Wanting to throw all caution to the wind, her breath hitched for a moment.&nbsp; Tightening her fingers in his fur, she kept her hands back for the moment.&nbsp; “Oh.”&nbsp; She replied with a breathless whisper.&nbsp; “Tempting.”<br><br>As his hands roamed over her rear, she couldn't help but notice that his length was pressed between them, her mind wondering about it.&nbsp; She jumped lightly at his sudden movement as she was pulled out of her own curious thoughts.&nbsp; She tilted her head at him, a small smile playing on her face in answer to his wolfish grin.&nbsp; <br>“Oh, you're not being -” She began to tell him that he wasn't being a bad host but, as she was still speaking, he sank them both into the tub.&nbsp; Water splashed over the sides as their bodies landed in the warm water, her pale lithe body landing on top of Far.&nbsp; Ava pulled up slightly and laughed as the water cascaded over the sides, making quite a mess in the bathroom.<br><br>“I'd be glad to help with your fur.”&nbsp; She said after a few moments of enjoying her time pressed against his wet form.&nbsp; The warmth of the water making her cool skin heat and pink, she relaxed and the goosebumps faded into a smooth expanse of skin once again.&nbsp; She watched as Far began the process of his maintenance so she could help out, her eyes watching him intensely.&nbsp; She was looking forward to anything that gave her an excuse to explore him further.<br><br>Sliding behind him in the large tub, she took possession of the implement he used to cleanse his fur.&nbsp; Running it over his back, she watched the reaction carefully.&nbsp; Then, she took the soap, rubbing it between her hands to create suds, and began to slowly soap his furred, muscular back.&nbsp; Her fingers gently massaged his back, loving the feel of his fur and the thick skin beneath, taking her time in doing so.&nbsp; Finally, she used the item that looked something akin to a back scratcher again and moved it through his sudsy fur, working it in to get him as clean as she could.&nbsp; “Does it feel nice?”&nbsp; She asked him, curious.&nbsp; She hoped he enjoyed the process.&nbsp; While she loved having her hair brushed and washed, she wondered if it was the same for Far.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>02-05-2013, 06:30:50</strong>
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				As Far-Eye hoped, his antics made his companion laugh as the warm water rushed over the edge of the bathing tub, soaking down the absorbent surface that lay over much of the space between tub and latrine and splattering into the tank far below. No matter, the anti-moisture devices built right into the outpost's air systems would ensure everything dried out soon enough. Distracted by the reminder of his neglected chores, Far made no attempt to stop Ava's slithering away and with automatic movements, he yanked away the loincloth and rubbed the gritty soap in his hands, working in the thick lather with a firm touch. The undercoat, thick, fine and cub-soft, was always the hardest to clean and even worse to get truly dry. There was a reason no sane Mistwalker bathed this thoroughly more than once a moon or so. That, and too much cleaning destroyed the thin sheen of natural oils that protected both skin and fur. The round, nubby brush did some of the work and he was nonplussed as Ava took his tools and suddenly clambered around his much larger body to settle behind him. Without thinking, he slid forward, not noticing how his tail teased her as it lazily waved through the water with a seeming mind of its own. Far took up the more gelatinous soap that worked better around more sensitive parts of his body and scrubbed over his face while the overhead spray cleaned and warmed them both. Ava's small, sensitive hands buried deep in his sodden fur, working cleanliness and heat into his back was the best sort of distracting and Far found himself stilling, soaking up the sensations. The deep, throaty rumble of pleasure startled even him.<br><br>"Yes," he whispered, caught up in her touch. The ease in which she touched him was baffling and intoxicating, almost frightening. Sending her away was going to break him, leaving him to an aching lonely existence once again. The depressing thought worked to kill the erection, for which he was wryly thankful as it meant he could scrub up and get back to his day without looking like some animal in rut. "I didn't know how good it would feel, to have help."<br><br>Disconcerted by all of this, Far took a steadying breath and scrubbed through the longer fur protecting his skull, really wanting to avoid his over-sensitive horns, but the reek of his pheromones was strong even to his own nose. He held his breath as he rubbed his fingers into the greasy patch at the base of the iridescence, but couldn't stop the soft, helpless groan. Really, this stranger had done things to him already that were unique to his experience. Annoyed with his body's reawakened sexual interest, he gently moved away from Ava's touch, climbing to his feet to start rinsing away the soap, an involved process. He deliberately kept his body angled away a bit, knowing her damnable water-blue eyes were on him like tracking lasers.<br><br>Quickly stroking himself with a soapy hand, Far moved to clean the rest of his sensitive equipment, particularly the muscled pocket that would keep everything internalized while in cold water. At the moment, his testicles too were exposed from the heat of the bath, leaving him feeling even more naked.&nbsp; <br><br>"We don't do this very often," he spoke to distract his nerves. "It's hard on fur and skin, stripping both of natural protective oils. It will be a couple days before I can return to the tank. My apologies if the stink is too much. Though I'm beginning to suspect my ability is greater than yours."<br><br>Stealing back the rougher soap, Far aggressively rubbed suds into his legs and around the base of his tail. Offering both hands to help, he hoisted Ava to her feet and went back to the gentler soap to run slick hands over her arms and shoulders.<br><br>"Does the same happen to you?"<br><br>It would be easy to bolt from the sheer gulf of the unknown between them, but where would he even go? Swallowing nervously, he gently tugged at the narrow straps of the pink garment clinging to her chest until they slid down her upper arms, curious to what she would look like truly bared. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>06-05-2013, 05:57:06</strong>
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				Ava froze for a moment as Far tore away the loin cloth, the only piece of clothing he seemed to wear.&nbsp; Utterly distracted for a moment, her eyes fixated on him.&nbsp; Her cheeks turned bright red and she blinked, forcing her eyes away from his body as she realized what she was doing.&nbsp; In a hurry to hide, she slipped in behind him to start cleaning his back, mentally chiding herself for her rude behavior.&nbsp; So flustered, it took a bit before she realized that his tail was moving against her legs.&nbsp; Shifting ever so slightly, to give his tail more room, she grinned to herself since Far couldn't see her.&nbsp; She was quite tempted to clean his tail too but stopped herself.&nbsp; Perhaps that was another thing she shouldn't touch?&nbsp; To keep her mind from his horns, his tail and his nudity, she washed his back carefully and thoroughly.&nbsp; She smiled lightly to herself at his soft growl, starting to hear the difference between them, at least a little bit.&nbsp; This soft, low growl seemed to indicate a pleasant experience.<br><br>She beamed at his answer, glad that she was right about that growl and that he was enjoying himself.&nbsp; She had never bathed with a male like this before and found it surprisingly enjoyable.&nbsp; &nbsp;“I'm glad to be helpful.”&nbsp; She replied just as quietly as he spoke.&nbsp; It seemed as though speaking too loud may break the spell and end this moment between them.&nbsp; And, as Ava had never had anything like this, she was almost afraid to answer at all. <br><br>Her hands halted on his back as Far started touching his iridescent horns.&nbsp; Hands resting on his back as she watched him clean them, her eyes glazed as his scent hit her nose.&nbsp; It smelled musky and good to Ava.&nbsp; She had caught whiffs of his scent on the blanket she had been wrapped in.&nbsp; Now the scent was much stronger and made her body tighten.&nbsp; She licked her lips as her intense gaze stayed locked onto his form.&nbsp; Without deciding to, Ava slipped back in the tub a little as he rose, giving him room, her arms settling back in the water.&nbsp; But her eyes followed his every movement, entranced as he stood to his full height.&nbsp; <br><br>She watched as soap cascaded down his furred body, taking in every inch that she could see of him.&nbsp; As he was turned away from her, she indulged her kindled curiosity.&nbsp; <br><br>Ava jumped at his words, the water rippling around her.&nbsp; She had been entirely focused on his body that his words startled her back, blinking several times as her eyes dried as she stared.&nbsp; “Err, oh, um, I can understand that.”&nbsp; She finally managed, her mind still figuring out what he just told her.&nbsp; “Oh, you don't stink.&nbsp; I mean, there's a scent but it's just your scent.”&nbsp; She blinked again, realizing that she wasn't making much sense.&nbsp; To keep herself from making a bigger fool of herself, she shut her mouth, her teeth coming together with an audible click.<br><br>Rising with Fars help, Ava smiled up at the tall man, her heart beating loudly in her chest as she watched him again.&nbsp; She tilted her head at his question, having completely forgotten what they were talking about.&nbsp; “Does what happen to me?”&nbsp; She asked with a cringe.&nbsp; This was not like her at all!&nbsp; She was a highly trained scientist, an officer and an adult woman, not some teenaged girl crushing on some guy.&nbsp; But, yet, here she was, drowning in her hormones.<br><br>She noticed his dark eyes drift away for a moment and she wondered if he was going to bolt again and was both relieved and disappointed by the idea.&nbsp; She was acting so strangely that it scared her a little.&nbsp; Not to mention the fact that their people were still at war.&nbsp; But, then he moved forward, sloshing through the water in the bath.&nbsp; Frozen, and once again completely distracted by him, her thoughts of running fell away as his hands pulled on the straps of her bra.&nbsp; She stopped breathing for a moment as her breast came free from the wet material firm, full breasts revealed to his eyes.&nbsp; Her pale pink nipples hardened points, a slight blush coloring her chest and face.&nbsp; She stepped closer to him, about to lean in for a kiss, when a bleeping noise sounded, her sensitive implant picking up the insistent beeping noise. <br><br>“Far, there's some sort of alert sounding on the computer.”&nbsp; She mentioned hesitantly.&nbsp; She didn't want to be interrupted but she was suddenly worried and all the concerns about her being here rushed back.&nbsp; Perhaps it was his people to let him know they were coming to collect her.&nbsp; Perhaps it was something else.&nbsp; She didn't know and that bothered her.&nbsp; <br><br>She nodded at his growled order to stay put and watched him walk off, hearing him on the stairs and above.&nbsp; Too nervous to stay standing topless in the tub, she stepped out and gathered the towel she had already used.&nbsp; Drying herself off, she glanced at the still damp clothes and sighed.&nbsp; Hanging them somewhere to dry, she made her way back to her sleep wear and peeled off her wet underwear.&nbsp; Donning the light pink tank top and shorts again, she went back to the bedroom for the blanket.&nbsp; All the while, she wondered what was happening above her, straining to hear anything that may indicate what was going on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>07-05-2013, 04:27:16</strong>
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				"Not my stink," Far chuckled as he stroked her soft skin. "The tank with the fish beneath us. I normally cull the population after my trips away, and then scrub the tank walls."<br><br>How good it made him feel, how powerful and whole, to realize how this singular woman made him feel. She would never understand how that simple, lusty reaction to him made a lifetime of judgment fade away. The swells of her breasts, so alien to him, were fascinating. The deeper pink of her areolas and the hardened nipples made him wonder if it was strictly a physical reaction, or perhaps physiological. By the way her body was acting, he was leaning towards the latter.<br><br>"The scrubbing, does it harm your skin? Leave you dried out and itchy?"<br><br>The words were distracted and soft as he admired her, grinning when she stepped closer and fully prepared to meet her halfway. Then her body language changed, something clearly having caught her attention and she told him the computer was beeping. Why hadn't he heard it? Then he had a memory of sending his rudely abbreviated report and turning down the alert volume and not returning to the console since. All for the distraction of his enticing guest.<br><br>It was akin to a bucket of ice water.<br><br>"Stay here," he growled, giving her elbows a squeeze and leaving the tub to grab a handful of towels and heading up to the top level of the outpost. Right now, he couldn't figure anything coming in could be a good thing for his impossible situation. When he saw where the message was coming in from, he knew that he was right. Sitting at the chair and setting aside the towels in favor of just dripping and being chilled for now, he shoved aside his distractions and focused on the duties he was supposed to be attending to. With a deep breath and a lifetime of practice, Far centered himself and put on the unruffled facade he had worked so hard on. Pressing the key sequence to accept the subspace transmission, he braced himself for whatever it might be. When the familiar face filled his screen, he almost squashed down his cringe. Almost.<br><br>"Far-Eye," his fellow red-stripe sneered at him, eyes bright and full of malice. "Is an alert too much for you to respond to?"<br><br>Clutching at patience, Far gritted his teeth and tried to not let his cousin bait him. As if his drenched fur, clinging right to his skin, wasn't explanation enough. "Steel-Eye, so good to see you again. How fares your youngest?"<br><br>He felt so badly for the pup, born with the same iridescent horns that had damned his second cousin to being a pariah. The damn things hadn't even bothered to wait to jump a generation this time. Steel-Eye ground her teeth and growled warningly, but Far had heard it all before. The woman was a bully and she could do nothing to him with such distances between them. "He fares. If you're so concerned, cousin," she made it sound like a curse, "perhaps I should send him to your lonely island."<br><br>"You wouldn't do that to your own son," Far scoffed, but there was a part of him that would sell his tail to save the boy from what awaited him through his years. Steel-Eye waved away his words dismissively and spoke again, her tone calm and cold now.<br><br>"Your report was inadequate. I understand that you have little to do in your little station, but 'Return trip to Station without event,' is the best you can send?"<br><br>"Nothing happened!" Far suddenly broke, snarling angrily, lunging at the viewscreen and making his cousin smirk condescendingly. Let her think she'd won, all Far cared about was protecting Ava. "I maintenanced the sensor grid and returned to the outpost."<br><br>"Then why did you turn around?"<br><br>Shocked by the question, Far-Eye was too nonplussed for a moment to speak. Why had they checked the distance log on the ship? Were they suspicious? Or was this merely another ploy to make him feel less than he truly was? Hoping against hope for the latter, Far sulked back in his seat, playing it up as best he could.<br><br>"I thought I saw something and I didn't trust the sensors."<br><br>The answer made him sound bad and he knew it. But this time, he let his perceived incompetence work in his favor, hopefully not stirring any undue curiosity. Sulking back into his chair didn't hurt any either. Please, please, just let her go away, he thought desperately to himself. <br><br>"Fine. But I expect more competency to your reports. Even you can handle that once a month, can you not?"<br><br>"Yes ma'am," he growled, not needing to feign the dark anger making his voice harsh. The rush of relief as the signal read closed made him almost light headed and Far ran shaking hands over his wet face. "Too close," he whispered and nearly jumped clean out of his fur when a towel was flung around his shoulders. Without a word, Ava draped his lap and chest with more of the absorbent cloth and sat in his lap... to hold him.<br><br>Utterly taken aback by the kind gesture, for a long moment, Far-Eye had no idea how to react, before he returned the embrace, careful to keep the towels between them.<br><br>"You are a gift," he mused quietly, just relishing the strange bond between them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>07-05-2013, 07:23:10</strong>
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				Ava blushed at the distinction.&nbsp; She hadn't even noticed any smell from the tank with Far so close to her.&nbsp; She shrugged her shoulders, not overly caring about that and feeling foolish for the mistake.&nbsp; <br><br>“A gentle exfoliant from time to time is good but rough scrubbing can hurt and dry out my skin.”&nbsp; She replied with a small smile.&nbsp; Still feeling a bit embarrassed that she had missed so much of the conversation due to being distracted, she pushed the thoughts away.&nbsp; It was surprisingly easy to do.<br><br>His eyes on her body made her tremble lightly.&nbsp; His intense dark eyes made her body tighten and she wanted more from him.&nbsp; Just as she was about to try her boldest move yet, she heard the alert from the computer, inwardly cursing the timing and the almost instant panicked reaction it caused in her.<br><br>Needing to know what was happening upstairs, Ava tip-toed over to the stairs, settling at the bottom.&nbsp; Curled up in Fars blanket on the first step, Ava could hear a bit better.&nbsp; She knew she shouldn't be listening in on his conversation but it might effect her future too.&nbsp; But, really, she just had to know.&nbsp; So she sat still, her head cocked to the side, barely breathing as he spoke to a female Mistwalker.<br><br>Her heart thudded in her chest as the woman questioned him about his report but it was quickly clear to Ava that he hadn't told his people about her.&nbsp; Relief swept through her but concern nipped at it's heels.&nbsp; She didn't want Far to get in trouble with his people.&nbsp; Hiding her, and getting caught, could be an act of treason and, if that womans tone was any indication, she would be delighted to have him at her mercy with such a charge laid against him.&nbsp; <br><br>And then Far lied outright for her.&nbsp; Avas eyes widened and her jaw dropped.&nbsp; She was both touched by the lie and horribly afraid for him.&nbsp; What would happen to him if he got caught?&nbsp; Pushing those thoughts aside, she focused on the conversation she was rudely eavesdropping on.&nbsp; Then, as it started to wind down, she hurried to the bathroom, gathering several towels and quietly started up the stairs once she was sure he was no longer talking to the other Mistwalker.&nbsp; <br><br>Unobtrusively, she walked over to Far and draped the towels over him.&nbsp; She needed to be close to him and it had to be right now.&nbsp; He was risking everything for her and that was so incredibly touching that she just had to hold him.<br><br>Without warning, she sat herself on his lap, wrapping her thin arms around his form.&nbsp; Pressing herself close to him, she kissed his chest gently through the towel.&nbsp; His words warmed her heart and his incredibly selfless act was amazing.&nbsp; Tears stung her eyes and she pulled back to see his face.&nbsp; No longer caring about their differences nor her own behavior, she shifted on his lap, reaching up to cup is face in her hands and kissed him deeply.&nbsp; Holding his face gently, she continued to kiss him passionately, shifting on his lap to straddle his legs and press herself closer to him.&nbsp; <br><br>Pulling away for a brief moment, her teary eyes met his.&nbsp; "You lied to your people about me."&nbsp; Her words were barely above a whisper.&nbsp; "You could get in a lot of trouble, Far."&nbsp; She said, both grateful for his lie and pained by the idea of the repercussions of his actions.&nbsp; The bond between them was undeniable but she still wouldn't have faulted him for turning her in.&nbsp; It was actually what she thought he had done and was still attracted to the puzzle of a male before her.&nbsp; She shook her head, her long blonde hair gently moving.&nbsp; She didn't have the words for him so, face still cupped in her hands, she leaned in for another kiss.&nbsp; This one chaste but no less heartfelt.&nbsp; "Thank you, Far."&nbsp; She said, her lips brushing lightly against his as she spoke.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>09-05-2013, 21:58:35</strong>
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				The sudden clingy affection startled Far-Eye completely as Ava nuzzled against his chest, thrilling him with the intimacy. It had really never occurred to him how bereft his isolated life had left him because of the foolishness of his kin's beliefs about his colorful horns. Until this completely unexpected stranger, who he too was told he should hate and fear.<br><br>There had been no truth to that either and Far was finding himself rewriting his entire mental landscape. It felt incredibly… freeing.<br><br>Opening his mouth to search for words, Far paused when he saw the way tears flooded the beautiful blue eyes. He would never tire of the stunning color, of that he was certain. Not even if he were given a chance at a lifetime of his own choices, maybe even at her side? Before he could ruthlessly crush down that foolish hope, before he could ask whatever fool thing came to his mind, Ava had pulled him close to kiss him once more. This time was different, the clear passion in her making him shiver from scalp to toes. Baffled and caught up in her taste and touch, he only made a faint note of objection when she shifted away, rumbling gratefully when she straddled him, her small form pressed all the closer to his. Open-mouthed, he learned quickly the mingle of lips and tongue that was so much more enticing then he could have known.<br><br>When she leaned back a bit, Ava's eyes were still wet and she whispered of his lies and how much trouble he could find himself in. <br><br>"I did not lie about you, Ava," he whispered back. "I lied about your transport. But, even if I had known you were within it, I would not have left you to die."<br><br>A closed mouth kiss made him smile, enjoying her warm little hands on his thinly-furred cheeks and she murmured a thank you that utterly pleased him. The decision to spare her was the right one, not because of this bond, but because of the common decency of doing so. Not that he was complaining about their bond...<br><br>"Thank you, Ava," he returned her soft words, enjoying the brush of her soft mouth against his. "You underestimate the power of your acceptance to a lonely soul."<br><br>Forgetting again his dampness, Far wrapped long arms around Ava, gripping her tightly to his body, once more nuzzling at her delicate face and lovely mouth. Abruptly, he whistle/huffed in amusement, looking into her eyes, so close. "You are going to have no dry clothes," he teased lightly, the threat of his cousin already pushed aside. "And we'll get cold again. Help a man get dry? Well, as dry as towels will get me anyway."<br><br>With a last, heartfelt kiss, Far helped Ava stand and he followed suit, grabbing one towel to ruffle over his skull, his body casually open to her touch. Muscles flexed as he roughly rubbed at his fur, trying to wick away the clinging moisture. <br><br>"It will be days before I am truly dry," Far spoke from within the enveloping towel, relishing her touch as she began to help. "Come, lovely one, you will get nowhere like that."<br><br>Grinning wickedly from the shadows of the towel, Far abruptly yanked Ava into his chest to lean down and breath teasingly over her pale face.<br><br>"Touch me like you mean it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 05:12:46</strong>
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				Ava shifted on Fars lap, just enough to have a better view of his eyes.&nbsp; She shook her head, her damp blue eyes narrowed slightly.&nbsp; “Perhaps you lied directly about the transport but you also chose to omit my presence on your station.”&nbsp; She replied softly, still barely speaking above a whisper.&nbsp; While she didn't wish to argue with him, she wasn't going to let him deny the risk he had taken for her.&nbsp; “If they find out about me, you will be in a great deal of trouble.”&nbsp; She insisted quietly.&nbsp; She would be in a good deal of trouble as well but that mattered less to her than the risk he was taking by keeping the fact that he had a human woman in his care a secret from his people.&nbsp; <br><br>After another gentle kiss, she was quite certain that she would never get bored of kissing Far.&nbsp; It was different with him for some reason.&nbsp; Perhaps because it meant more to her than past kisses?&nbsp; She wasn't certain what to think about it and, for the moment, she pushed her analysis to the back of her mind.&nbsp; She wanted to be here with him rather than caught up in her own thoughts.<br><br>Simply nodding at his words, she ran her hands along the fur on his chest.&nbsp; She didn't know how is people could miss his worth and found herself a little angry at them for it.&nbsp; It may not be fair for her to judge them for isolating Far but she couldn't help herself.<br><br>Snuggling against him as his strong arms wrapped around her slim form, she gasped as the cold wetness hit her skin.&nbsp; Goosebumps broke out over her pale flesh once again but she didn't care about that.&nbsp; Instead, she pressed closer to the damp man, seeking warmth against him.&nbsp; She chuckled at his comment.&nbsp; “I really won't.”&nbsp; She replied, her voice laced with humor.&nbsp; The thought occurs to her that she could just stop wearing clothes but, even though he had no idea what she was thinking, her cheeks colored.&nbsp; “I'd be glad too.”&nbsp; <br>She replied and returned the heartfelt kiss.&nbsp; She beamed a smile at him as he helped her shimmy off his lap.&nbsp; Taking one of the towels, she pressed it against him, gently rubbing the cloth against the fur of his chest.&nbsp; Being a little too delicate to actually be helpful, she intently worked on her task oblivious to her lack of assistance.&nbsp; <br><br>“Oh.”&nbsp; She chuckled and shook her head.&nbsp; Ava laughed sweetly.&nbsp; “You're probably right.&nbsp; But, it's still fun to try!”<br><br>Her eyes widened and she made a surprised, but happy, noise as he pulled her close.&nbsp; Her blue eyes widened further at his words.&nbsp; Shyly, she wrapped her arms around him, her dainty hands exploring his upper back before working their way further down.&nbsp; She nibbled her lower lips gently as her hands continued to explore his tightly muscled rear end.&nbsp; While just moments ago, she was bolder than she had ever been in her life, her shy nature started to assert itself.&nbsp; <br><br>Pushing herself, she pressed her body against his, finishing the job of wetting her clothing and kissed him deeply.&nbsp; Once again, the boldness started to return, her hands exploring his back for another few moments before she pulled her upper body away from his just enough to fit her hands against his chest, her fingers dancing lightly in his fur as she moved further down his chest, over his stomach.&nbsp; Losing her nerve, her hands stopped at his lower stomach and gently glided toward his hips.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 11:40:52</strong>
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				Enjoying Ava's shy explorations, Far caressed her shoulders and followed the progress of her touch over his body. And the drowning kisses were delightfully distracting and Far hoped the novelty would not wear off any time soon. Then he shivered sharply and the movement seemed to translate straight into his companion. So he gently extracted himself from her luscious mouth and smiled warmly. "If you will go get the blanket and the pillows, I have one more special place in this station that you have yet to see."<br><br>With a last, sweetly lingering kiss, he sent her off with an affectionate swat to her tail-less rear before quickly tapping in commands to the computer. There would be no interruptions this time, save a true emergency. With the volume turned nearly to zero, Far roughly toweled himself off as best he could. At least now he wouldn't soak the bedding...<br><br>Grinning to himself, Far tossed the damp towels over the wheeled chair and scrambled up the vertical ladder to wait for Ava, calling out to her when she appears in the stairwell from below. <br><br>"Here, Ava, toss them to me."<br><br>With some laughter from both of them, the pair of pillows made it and Far finally managed to snag the edge of the blanket and draw it up like a rope.<br><br>"Join me."<br><br>Having never shared the small space with another, Far did not realize how crowded it would be until Ava was at the top of the ladder and nearly nose to nose with him. Grinning, he offered a hand to help her crawl onto the platform that held another bed beneath the transparent, segmented dome. She only got a glance before he grabbed her to him, sprawling back to the soft surface to roll her over his larger body to splay her out beside him. Up on his elbow, he half loomed over her, his face mischievous and intent. He had no idea how mysterious he looked with the blackness of the starscape behind him and the glow of the distant sun and the small reflections on the smooth surface.<br><br>"This is my favorite place here. Just me and the stars. Many hours I have spent here, but never with companionship."<br><br>Murmuring against Ava's pale throat, he mouthed her skin, tasted her once more. Blindly feeling around, he tossed the warm blanket over their bodies, feeling the softness instantly trapping their combined heat and eliminating that distraction. Her hands smoothing over his shoulders and the base of his neck caught his attention and he loomed over her again, expression intent. Catching the small hands, he pressed them to his mouth, kissing her palms.<br><br>"Will you do me the honor of becoming my lover?" he whispered softly, watching the expressive eyes that would forever be burned into his memories, watching them widen in surprise at his bluntness. With her shy confirmation, he once more kissed her palms and took her hands in each of his to bring them up and set them in the bony spirals that marked him so different.<br><br>"Then touch, my darling."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>14-06-2013, 22:58:14</strong>
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				Avas blue eyes flicked up to meet Fars as he spoke to her about one last place to show her.&nbsp; She smiled and nodded.&nbsp; “I can do that.”&nbsp; Pulling away from his still damp form, she returned the last kiss and laughed at the swat to her rear.&nbsp; She hurried down the stairs quickly.&nbsp; Not only was she excited to see whatever it was he wanted to show her but moving quickly helped keep her warm despite the cool temperature of the station and her damp clothes.&nbsp; She gathered up the blanket and pillows, scooping the load into her arms before scampering back up the steps to the control room.&nbsp; <br><br>She grinned and looked up at his call down to her.&nbsp; “Pillows incoming!”&nbsp; She said as she set the blanket down and tossed the first pillow up to him.&nbsp; The two pillows were easier to throw than the blanket and, as they tried to coordinate the blanket, she laughed at herself and the situation, just enjoying the time with him.&nbsp; It couldn't last but, while it did, she was quite determined to stay in the moment and out of her head.&nbsp; <br><br>Climbing up the ladder, still chuckling, she beamed a grin at him and took his offered hand to make it the rest of the way up.&nbsp; For only a moment, Ava glanced around before Fars arms reached for her and pulled her slight form over his.&nbsp; Again, she laughed and her eyes shone as he loomed over her.&nbsp; Before, his large form all but looming over her may have caused fear, now it just made her smile.&nbsp; She couldn't take her eyes off of him and she simply stared, committing this exact image to her memory.&nbsp; The blackness of space, the distant sun and stars and the small reflections only enhanced his features.&nbsp; <br><br>“I can see why.”&nbsp; She replied softly.&nbsp; “It is beautiful place.”<br><br>Ava's lips curved as he mouthed her skin, tasting her as he had before.&nbsp; She tilted her head, giving him access and ran her hands along his shoulders and neck even as the blanket landed over their bodies.&nbsp; She looked at him as he grabbed her hands, her pale blue eyes shining.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes widened at his question.&nbsp; Never before had someone been so bold with her.&nbsp; It was refreshing.&nbsp; She nodded even as she spoke.&nbsp; “I would be glad to.”&nbsp; Her words were quite and shy.&nbsp; She watched him as he moved her hands once again.&nbsp; They widened again as he brought her small, pale hands to his horns.&nbsp; She had wanted to touch them from the moment she saw him.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Her eyes stayed glued to his horns as her fingertips delicately touched his horns.&nbsp; Her feather light touch continued to slowly explore every inch of his magnificent additions, starting at the tip and working her way to the base in a slow spiral.&nbsp; It wasn't until her hands made their second trip over his horns that she tore her eyes away from them to meet his dark gaze.&nbsp; <br><br>She watched his eyes intently as her fingertips found the gland at the base of his horns.&nbsp; Remembering the rough treatment he gave them earlier, she made up for it with gentle but insistent touches.&nbsp; “They're wonderful.”&nbsp; She finally breathed out after exploring.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>19-06-2013, 12:24:02</strong>
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				Lost in the carnal need made all the more acute by the ache in his horns, Far blindly explored the enticing stranger that had dropped into his lonely life. Beneath the comfort of his old blanket, he ran sensitive hands over her tender flesh, marveling at the warm nakedness of her.<br><br>"So smooth," he murmured, suckling along the delicate muscles beneath her skin, soaking up her wordless encouragement like rain on a desert. "So soft." Lower and lower he wandered, drawing by the savory, enticing scent exposed by his clawed hands pulling away her skimpy garments. Growling playfully at her embarrassed, lusty sounds, Far enjoyed her tugging at his horns, but would not be dissuaded from knowing all of her tastes and scents. "So lovely."<br><br>Taking his fill of the wet, savory proof of her desire, thrilled with her soft cries of desire, Far was smug at the looseness of her pleasured body, the curious touch of her tiny hands. It didn't last long, his own need hard and hot in body and soul. <br><br>"Your acceptance has helped heal me," he groaned as he eased into the heat of her tight body, kissing her as they became lovers in all ways and he would never be the same again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>25-06-2013, 10:07:56</strong>
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				Ava marveled at Far and lost herself quickly in their carnal desires.&nbsp; Her hands continued touching his horns for a time, caressing the beautiful additions to his physique.&nbsp; Finally, her hands slipped from his horns and began exploring his furred body, her hands running along his still damp fur.&nbsp; Every touch and caress was new and thrilling to her as her own desire gently heated her body.<br><br>Turning on her back for him, she moaned at his gentle touches and his tasting of her.&nbsp; Her cheeks pinked as her wordless encouragements slipped from her lips.&nbsp; She arched under his mouth, wanting it to never stop and wanting more all at the same time, her hands holding his horns, fingers still moving along them as he tasted her.<br><br>Ava simply smiled at his words, her blue eyes soft.&nbsp; “I'm glad.”&nbsp; She whispered back, the gentle, understanding smile not leaving her face.<br><br>Falling further into him, she groaned lightly as he pressed into her heat, making them lovers in ways that she had never thought would happen.&nbsp; Wrapping her pale legs around him, his dark fur a contrast to her light skin, she pressed herself against him, holding his body in hers; inside her arms, legs and deeper within her.<br><br>It seemed as though it lasted forever and only lasted a moment at the same time.&nbsp; An amazed smile played across her face and she kissed him once again as he moved off of her.&nbsp; Her blue eyes trailed after him as he moved next to her once again.&nbsp; Her body felt strange to her, relaxed and light, her arms and legs resting where he left her.&nbsp; They remained silent for a moment, the smell of them mingled in the small nest and the rising smell of the food cooking caught Avas nose.&nbsp; Sniffing primly for a second, her stomach growled, breaking the silence in an embarrassing way.&nbsp; She chucked when Far offered to bring the food for them, her own body still not wanting to respond to her in any way.&nbsp; <br><br>Staying warm in the nest, she thanked far as they snacked on the fish he cooked, watching him eat while resting against his warm body.&nbsp; It was really good and, even though she had eaten fish before, it had always been the replicated kind.&nbsp; And, this was the real thing.&nbsp; Still polite as she delicately ate, she couldn't keep her eyes off her lover.<br><br>Snuggling against him at the end of their meal, she continued to run her hands along his fur, desire heating within her once again.&nbsp; She couldn't seem to get enough of him.&nbsp; But, even as she wanted more, she felt both of them start to doze, his muscled arm keeping her close to him.&nbsp; Her eyes shut slowly and she drifted into a satisfied sleep.&nbsp; <br><br>Waking, Ava blinked and shifted slightly.&nbsp; She was warm and relaxed but her body was telling her that she needed to get up and use the restroom.&nbsp; Annoyed that she had to move out from Fars arm, she shimmied herself carefully from his grasp, not wanting to wake him.&nbsp; Quickly and quietly, she walked to the bathroom, her eyes barely opened, took care of her needs and hurried to return.&nbsp; Making her way back up the stairs, she barely heard another insistent beeping coming from the computer.&nbsp; Remembering what it meant from the last time, her blue eyes flipped open and, in an instant, she was wide awake.&nbsp; <br><br>Climbing the ladder, no longer quietly, she shook Fars arm, waking him quickly, not bothered by the fact that she was still completely nude.&nbsp; “Far, the computer is beeping again.&nbsp; Just like the last time.”&nbsp; She told him, her voice filled with concern.&nbsp; What if his people were making a surprise visit as the woman didn't seem to like his answers?&nbsp; Whatever was going on, Far needed to handle it and she needed to get dressed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>27-06-2013, 04:29:04</strong>
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				The racket on the ladder startled Far awake and he smiled softly as Ava's fair hair came into his view. She was still tousled and her nakedness pleased him.<br><br>Then the look on her face registered, even as she spoke and alarm blasted through him.<br><br>"Ava!"<br><br>His bossy demand startled them both and he reached out to gather her small body to his, sacrificing precious moments to reassure her.<br><br>"Ava, there is no possible way that message can be a danger. Steel-Eye despises me, but a harmless irritant like myself does not warrant more than harassing messages. Besides, I will protect you, come fire or storm. Or die trying." His smile was loving as he stroked big, gentle hands over her silky skin. He would never tire of that sensation. "You and I are a force to be respected. Now, let me go see if that transmission is what I think it is."<br><br>But more moments passed as he lost himself in her sweet mouth, soothing her stress away as best he could. Though she rightfully prodded him to get moving and he gave a nipple a playful tweak and scrambled over the edge of the platform to athletically drop to the grate below. With the touch a few buttons, a blast of familiar irritation rocketed into the outpost.<br><br>"I'm gonna shave you bald when I get there, Furface, and make myself a coat!"<br><br>Grinning in relief and delight, Far opened the relay on his end and immediately sassed him back with a voice tight with suppressed laughter. "You filthy sand fucker! You step one foot on this base and I'll skin you to leather!"<br><br>Far was warmed at the clear note of relief in the other male's voice and the raspy hiss of his distinctive chuckle. "You want some boots, boyo? Try it. I need me a new throw rug. "<br><br>Their voices, separated by the distance between them, blended into uproarious laughter, illustrating the different and yet similar between them. Far's musical tune of merriment like water over stones and Sandy's discordant hiss like sand against sand in the wind of his dry world. Yet, somehow, like their friendship, they worked well together.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duelist925</strong> on <strong>27-06-2013, 05:11:48</strong>
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				He'd floated in, killing his engines as he neared and letting the inertial dampeners do their thing, bringing him into a steady little orbit along the asteroids path, and had started trying to hail his friend. <br><br>Beep. Beep. Beep. <br><br>Sandy regarded the little blinking light, with its incessant little beep. <br><br>Beep. Beep. Beep. <br><br>He'd been hailing Far for thirty minutes now...nothing. <br><br>Beep. Beep. Beep. <br><br>Maybe it wouldn't hurt the chip too much if he shot the nav panel...<br><br><div align="center">______________</div><br>"Far. Far Eye. Fuzz Butt. Hairyass. Furface. Come in. Wake up. Stars and stones, I've been hailing you for an hour now! Wake up you lazy bastard!" He hissed, frustrated beyond belief.<br><br><div align="center">______________</div><br>He aimed carefully at the outpost. "Right! I'm coming in, Furface! It's been two hours, and if you don't answer in ten minutes I'm opening fire! You hear me! " An obvious note of worry in his tone now...they wouldn't call him home...they hated him. Bloody backward species.&nbsp; He growled softly to himself. <br><br>"Gonna shave you bald, Furface, and make myself a coat!" <br><br>There was a crackle over the com, and....<br><br>"You filthy sand fucker! You step one foot on this base and I'll skin you to leather!"<br><br>He let out a laugh of relief, and set about a bit of verbal sparring with his friend. <br><br><div align="center">______________</div><br>He smirked. "You want some boots, boyo? Try it. I need me a new throw rug. " He taunted. <br><br>The com system had stabilized finally, no more crackling.&nbsp; <br><br>"You couldn't catch me dragging that sack of scales behind your ass!" Shot back the furry water dweller. <br><br>Sandy just laughed, a strange hissing, slithery sound. "You trying to insult tails, fuzzbutt? The thing you got hanging fro your spine's barely enough to cover your crotch. " <br><br>"Wrong end, you near sighed lizard!" the Mistwalkers voice came back. Sandy just smirked. <br><br>"Man, good to hear your voice. Oh, hey, I finally got a taste of that pink meat you told me about. Delicious." The reptilian chuckled, though he blinked at the roar of laughter from the other end. Hadn't been that funny...hadn't been a joke. In any case, he was just glad the Mistwalkers hadn't done something stupid to his friend. <br><br>"Anyway, I'm heading in. I'll be docked in five minutes my friend. Get the airlock ready. Kreth, out."&nbsp; He said, signing off the com with the ships name, and set the ship to hurtling towards the asteroids surface. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>27-06-2013, 05:47:39</strong>
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				Blue eyes wide, she took in Fars words and nodded her head.&nbsp; After the last call, she was quite concerned that the call would be from that angry woman, demanding information or showing up because of the lack of report given.&nbsp; While his reassurance warmed her, her eyes widened and she shook her head.&nbsp; “No, Far.&nbsp; There won't be any fighting or dying.”&nbsp; She wasn't about to have him fight his own people for her.&nbsp; She took a deep breath and calmed herself.&nbsp; She had a plan in case it was other Mistwalkers and they decided to show up here.&nbsp; Her eyes took in her furred lover for a moment and she nodded again.&nbsp; “Yes, go see who it is.”&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled sweetly after their kiss but nudged him forward.&nbsp; He had to take care of business so they could really enjoy one another again.&nbsp; Staying up in the nest, she sat close to the ladder, listening with the help of her implant, her brow furrowed in concern.&nbsp; Tilting her head, she listened to the voice coming from the other end.&nbsp; It wasn't another Mistwalker, that much was clear.&nbsp; <br><br>Ava blinked as the two men started teasing one another and a smile started to form on her face.&nbsp; She sighed in relief that it was a friend of Fars rather than an enemy.&nbsp; But, then she remembered that she was still a human on a Mistwalker station.&nbsp; This friend of his may well also be friends with other Mistwalkers.&nbsp; <br><br>Uncertain, she rose and grabbed the blanket from the nest, folded it a couple times and wrapped it around herself almost like a towel.&nbsp; She didn't want to be naked when this other person arrived...<br><br><em>“I'll be docked in five minutes my friend.”</em><br><br>With a soundless eep, she scurried down the ladder then down the stairs, not even pausing to acknowledge Far.&nbsp; She needed clothes if someone was coming!&nbsp; Quickly reaching her bags, she pulled out a pair of pants and a warm shirt, quickly throwing them on without bothering with underwear.&nbsp; Keeping her ears open for sounds of the mysterious other, Ava tried to get herself as presentable as possible before the other landed on Fars station.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>28-06-2013, 21:29:21</strong>
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				"Acknowledged," Far said formally and once again put the communication relay on standby, this time with the volume normal. He could hear Ava thumping about and climbed down the steep stairs to see her frantically yanking on clothes. Ah yes, that. "Ava," he said affectionately, amused when she utterly ignored him. Calling her name again, he strode over making her squeak in surprise by yanking her firmly to his body, kissing her deeply. "Ava," he whispered seductively against her mouth. "Don't fret. This is a gift, trust me." Chuckling warmly, he set her back on her bare feet and cupped her face in big hands to run his thumb beneath her entrancing eyes. "I will go and explain at the airlock, though that escape pod of yours ought to tell some of the story. You'll be able to hear us from here. I'll be back."<br><br>With a last, warm kiss, he moved to the main level and strode into the smaller wing where the massive airlock lay. A proper diagnostic to ensure the old equipment would safely work was always a good idea, as it was the only thing that stood between him and the deadliness of icy vacuum. It was halfway through when the sensors bleeped, informing him that a ship had landed, and nearly complete when the sensors bleeped again that there was an entity at the outside door.<br><br>"Don't get your tail in a knot," Far chuckled as the cycle wrapped up and a few keystrokes started the entry sequence. Cue Sandy pounding on the inside door, the faint thumps of an impatient fist carrying through the heavy door. But he had to wait as good air replaced the vacuum and the door painstakingly unlocked and began swinging open. "Sandy! My friend, am I glad to see you!"<br><br>Sandy darted forward, grabbing the massive mammalian in a bear hug, lifting him off the ground. Barely. "Ah, it's good to see you, Far. " He set him down, grinning. "I swear, if it weren't for you I'd have stopped trading in this section ages ago. Your fellow asteroid watchers are a bunch of kill joys. I swear to the stars, you have the slowest airlock in the civilized universe though. Nearly froze my tail off..."<br><br>Helmet in hand, the reptilian humanoid froze and Far half turned to see where the solid yellow eyes had settled, the pupils narrowing to slits in surprise.<br><br>"Oh yes," Far said conversationally, completely amused by Sandy's flummoxed state. "That."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Watery Haven (Sindra and Greytrail)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duelist925</strong> on <strong>01-07-2013, 00:59:41</strong>
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				"Tie YOUR tail in a knot if you don't hurry up fuzzbutt. You know your airlocks cold as an ice moon." Grumbled Sandy as he danced around, trying to keep warm in is suit. He darted in, grabbing the mammal in an, ironically enough, bear hug. <br><br>"Ah, it's good to see you, Far. " He set him down, grinning. "I swear, if it weren't for you I'd have stopped trading in this section ages ago. Your fellow asteroid watchers are a bunch of kill joys. I swear to the stars, you have the slowest airlock in the civilized universe though. Nearly froze my tail off..."<br><br>He tucked his helmet under his arm, glancing round. Same as al--ok, no. Not the same as always. His eyes grew wide, the pupils tightening to bare slits. <br><br>"...Far. That is an Alliance escape pod. " He said, calmly, conversationally. "I seem to remember that your people and the Alliance are at war." He paused, nostril slits flaring. "Far. Why is there an Alliance escape pod in your base. And what in the Great Rivers name am I smelling? Because theres something here, other than fish and your musk. " <br><br>He gave Far Eye a Look.
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