Another Plentiful Harvest [SJO, Allies]

[Micah tol Powl]

The young Beorni considered himself something of an expert on planets.

No, he hadn't visited very many. No more than a couple anyway. And by a couple, he meant precisely two. That's assuming his own homeworld counted, even though he wasn't really visiting because that was home. And, to be entirely honest, the young cub wasn't even certain exactly which planet he was now on. Balmug? Balamung? Bulma?

It was a B-something.

Those facts aside, it remained that the bear considered himself something of an expert on planets. After all, he'd lived his whole life on a planet. He was really quite terrestrial. And, as such, in his expert opinion, it would seem that this planet was in the midst of a heat wave.

Cor blimey, had they chosen the hottest day of the year for this celebration? Was this the height of the planet's summer? What an odd time to have a harvest festival, but then, the Beorni didn't know much about farming. The soil of the arctic regions that they occupied were frozen under layers of permafrost even during the warm months. Their idea of a harvest was a plentiful catch of fish. Or maybe a few birds. A seal or walrus (or two). Perhaps a whale, as well.

It took a lot to feed a Beorni.

"Is this what people mean when they say hotter than Tatooine?" the cub asked, turning toward the Valkyri girl. The boy's soft, round ears perked up on either side of his head as he spoke.

For her part, [member="Alva Heavenshield"] was dressed in a sheet. Dressed! And in this weather, too.

Just how humans tolerated layers upon layers of clothing was beyond him. If he could take off this fur coat that he was wearing, it would be a mercy.

Just why were they out in the midst of a heat wave again? Oh, yes. Alva said that there would be food here. For food, the Beorni would trek across the deserts of Tatooine. Or the fields of whatever this planet was. Whichever came first. "Yes, please!" the boy chirped in response to the girl's question.

The grown up at the entrance had given the boy a ticket of some kind when the pair had come in. Turning it over in his paw, the cub seemed at something of a loss just what to do with the stub. One thing about not wearing clothes, Beorni didn't have pockets.

What did Wookies or Ewoks do with this problem? If he should meet one, he would very much like to ask, because humans were forever just putting things in their pockets. Was that why they wore clothes all the time? For the convenience of the pockets?

He wasn't convinced pockets were worth the additional layers. Not in this weather, in any case.

 

[Kat Decoria]

Objective: Explore, meet and find something fun to do!

Kat looked around the festival, she was excited to be part of the harvest. The last harvest there had been prizes and all sorts of exciting things going on. Her sister Rose was wandering around with her niece who was dressed up as an Ewok. It was adorable and very amusing when her little niece attempted to poke people with her toy staff. Kat was wandering around in ripped jeans, crop top that showed of her toned stomach and a nice leather jacket with heeled black boots. Her hair was loose and brushed to one side, she smiled as she felt the autumn sun on her. It was getting cooler but Kat didn't mind, Eshan wasn't a tropical planet so she was use to cooler weather.

Walking around with her hands in her jacket pockets, Kat eyed the various activities ongoing. There was pumpkin carving which seemed interesting but she wasn't much of an artist herself. There was also the costume contest but Kat hadn't designed an outfit, she found herself distracted with training to sow one together. She did wave to Ura who was in an impressive costume. Walking around, she noticed that there were others drinking, socialising and having a fun time. Kat grabbed a glass of the apple cider, sipping it. A raffle winner was called out and Kat clapped her hands gently, it was someone she recognised from the CIS waterpark party. Maybe, Kat would win something down the line hopefully.

Then Kat hear the loud clunking and chanting of a drinking game going on. Walking over, she watched as a group of rowdy men downed their drinks, several chanting chug, chug, chug. Kat carried on carefully drinking her drink as she watched the drinking competition going on. Seemed spontaneous with nothing really on the line but pride so Kat was intrigued to see who would win this. She use to take part when she was younger, working as a Ranger but often lose since she was much younger and less experienced in drinking. But always impressed with how much she could put away. Kat had reduced the amount she was drinking since she joined the Jedi, finding a new way to have social interactions and such. But, she knew she could do some damage if she wanted to still.

 

[Aurelion Nova]

Camlenn Townshilp, Balamak​

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Outside the Festival......​

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Aurelion cast a furtive glance back back towards the autumn-hued setting of the festival the Order had been widely invited to. At first Aurelion was.... beyond shocked. For a single planet, never mind a single township, to offer to host the entire Order and it's allies meant that it must have been incredibly abundant. Even assuming half of the Order itself could not attend Aurelion's mind was boggled by prospect of just how many people could have arrived at this one small area. Boggled and, if he was entirely honest, more than a little distressed by. Aurelion had never, EVER done well in crowds and despite the polite, friendly smile the lady welcoming everyone had given him... it had done little to assuage this fear of his.

Despite this, however, that gut-churning anxiety when it came to crowds was not the reason Aurelion was presently seated outside of the festival itself. On a primitive bench, leaned forward, elbows on his knees and hands holding his chin as his pointed ears drooped nearly to the point of touching his arms. No the reason he now sat outside the festivities was something that, just a half-hour ago, was a problem Aurelion had not even considered as existing. Sighing Aurelion once more glanced down at the robes he... well.... always wore. Quite literally. His... His mother had not exactly been in a hurry to let him take any clothing when he left, not that any of it would still fit him, but since then....well... he had only ever had need of the his robes. The light green over-coating over the white inner layer having served him well, along with the leather attachments for some function and protection in the wilds of Kashyyyk. He had never thought twice about even getting something else.

However shortly after arriving planetside Aurelion couldn't help but notice how some of the local populace looked in comparison to himself. Not even the local populace really, as even some other Jedi had dressed appropriately for the occasion. In more autumn hues of rich oranges and reds. Darker shades of mahogany brown and even some festive purples. All the complete and utter opposite of his rather green-and-white attire. It wasn't like the festival was a gated event or anything either so, whenever Aurelion felt particularly adventurous and peaked up from his seated position he was quickly reminded of the fact of how out-of-place his sense of "style" was. If one could even call it that to begin with. Inside the festival Aurelion could see many people already talking. A pink woman was talking to someone that looked like a soldier, at least, to Aurelion he did anyways. He had eyes that were heavy and deep, the kind that said "leave me alone" and "I need someone to talk to" at the same time. He even saw Ura, one of his more recently-met comrades, bounding around in a sandy costume of some kind. This made Aurelion blush softly at just how outgoing she was with all of this. The blushing hardly began to fade as Aurelion noticed a girl already dancing on the dance floor, just the thought of dancing, never mind in front of so many people, making a cold, fearful sensation dart up his spine to the base of his skull.

Aurelion quickly looked back down at the ground, and sighed, warring with whether or not he should simply awkwardly fumble his way inside and stick out like the sore thumb he was or simply help keep watch out here. The more he thought about things, or rather, the more he OVERTHOUGHT about things, the less and less he felt like being festive.
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[Zef Halo]

Amon's eyebrow slightly rose at her thoughtful look when he mentioned his name but it was when she mentioned the broken heart that really lifted his eyebrow in confusion. No, Joza Perl had, in fact and surprisingly, not broken his heart. Probably broke someone else's though.

"No." came the Mandalorian's blunt answer. "She used to be a Silver Jedi."

His head just faintly tilted to the side. Was Yula hiding something? He gave her another head to toe look but decided not to push further on that topic.

"You look like someone who breaks hearts though." it was a jest but once again his voice mutilated it into an accusation. Maybe she'd catch the nearly invisible movement of his lips that were supposed to form in a version of his own smile. Maybe she wouldn't.

Wait, was that a compliment?

[member="Yula Perl"]​

 

[Alva Heavenshield]

Alva looked around. The sun was high up in the sky, and there was a small smattering of clouds. It was warm, but there was a chill to the air. Still, it was nothing like the pleasantly frigid air of Midvinter – home. She flapped her arms, making the sheet flutter about as she judged the temperature for herself.

“It's warm,” She said, shrugging. But, she didn't feel sick, so far. “My mum is from Tatooine, I'm half from there. Maybe that's why it's not as bad for me.”

It seemed logical to the mind of a child.

Alva canted her head as she was handed a small paper ticket. What was this? She pinched it between her fingers and listened as the woman told her that she could win a prize, but she had to keep the ticket somewhere safe. That she could do. After all, she did have pockets. [member="Kiriko"] was sans pockets, sans clothing, in fact.

“You need a little pouch to wear 'round your neck or paw,” She noted, tucking her ticket away. “Want me to hold onto your ticket?”

She could already smell something good, the scent was carried on the breeze. It smelled like sugar, like slightly burnt sugar. And, it smelled spicy. Her nose turned towards the barn, where there was a fresh batch of kettle corn popping away in a giant cauldron. If she squinted, she could also see a woman dipping apples into a brown sauce.

“What do you want first?”

 

[Ura Iolar]

Ura sighed as she found herself flying "beak first" into a tree. Were the trees part of the costume contest to, cause this one actually did look like a person from were she was before. She shook around, readjusting her form to be sure she still looked like a Varactyl. She just let out an annoyed grunt before getting ready to continue, then saw a familiar face. [member="Aurelion Nova"] was waiting outside the the festival, and she could feel that he was nervous. As such, the Lervon decided that instead head in to try for another prank, she'd go be sure her fellow Padawan was ok. She walked up, still appearing to be a Varactyl before she spoke with her typical lack of tone.

"Aurelion? What are you doing out here? You should be enjoying yourself."

 

[Tulan Kor]

Leave him to it.

Leave him to what?

The temptation to shoot a Jedi from a distance was always constant. He did it before. But that was three lifetimes ago- he couldn't- well, shouldn't. He certainly could. It'd be pretty easy, and as big as this big queen of a rifle was...

Splat. Especially this close.

Just, splat.

But, he was a good guy now. So no shooting anyone in the back. Not at least, they asked him to.

"Thanks."

Very talkative, that Tulan.

[member="Kathryn Foster"]

 

[Micah tol Powl]

The boy's black, button nose was wiggling.

Tilting his head back, the furry youngling closed his eyes as his snout tested the air. Behind him, the puffball tail started twitching vigorously atop his backside -- as visions of caramel apples, cinnamon, and pumpkin spice began dancing through his imagination.

Distracted by the smells, the cub was startled as the girl asked him a question. "Pardon?" the boy uttered, opening his eyes as he looked over at the girl.

Hold onto that for him? Hold on to what, now? "Oh, yeah!" the bear chirped merrily, as his mind finally caught up with him.

Thinking was hard. Kiriko could only think about so many things that were not food. Food obviously took precedence. Anything that wasn't food was going to be a distant second. Passing his ticket over to her, the cub said, "Thanks!"

With that, the youngling dropped down onto all fours and did a quick trot in a circle around the girl. His nose was working furiously at sniffing the air. Now that he was free from having to carry the ticket, he could dedicate his entire though process to being Midvinter's apex hunter.

Puffball tail wiggling energetically, the cub's ears were folded back as his nose sniffed out the various scents that were to be had. There were caramel apples to the left of them, and cinnamon doughnuts to the right. And then there was a table with pie on it.

No, wait. Two kinds of pies. And punch. Or cider? The scents on that were conflicting and confusing. Maybe there were different types of beverages? In any case, Kiriko's nose had ferreted out what they needed to know about the food situation.

Turning his head back up toward the girl, the bear motioned that the girl could hop onto his back if she wanted. "This way!" the bear offered brightly. "I'm starting with the doughnuts," he declared happily.

[member="Alva Heavenshield"]​

 

[Silver Starlight]

And just like that, it was time to draw another raffle prize. Ms. Martha stuck her hand into the bucket of tickets and retrieved the winning stub. She put on her specktacles and squinted at the ticket. "Number twenty three!" She wrote the ticket number on the blackboard, and set out the rather adorable little droid to be collected by its new owner.

Ticket # 23 ([member="Aurelion Nova"])​

Prize: A V-1 Series Astromech​

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[Many thanks to [member="Ura Iolar"] for contributing to the raffle prizes!!!]​

 

[Kathryn Foster]

She left the soldier with a soft smile and nod to his thanks, impressed she even got one from the tough guy. Maybe difficult, even? Anyways, she felt good that she could bring at least a bit of the festivities to the man. Exiting the forest edge, she walked along the other side of the large field of crops. The buzz of the festival surrounded her yet again when she walked through a gate in the wooden fence, probably carefully taken care off in generations by the family that owned the farm.

A variety of lovely smells reached her from the different dishes and treats that were kindly being offered to the outlanders and other guests at the farm. No one could possibly deny that they were tempted by it, not even a certain admiral that probably were inside or around somewhere.

In all those autumn colors: orange, browns and reds. That beorni-cub with its bright white fur, and a little girl on top sure stood out from the rest of the visitors. They seemed to be close friends. Where would two younglings be if not by the treat stands? It was funny seeing the two heading straight to the goodies - not a doughtnut neither a cinnamon apple would be safe now!

Kathy stopped by the table of homemade pies. Two sorts, both pumkin and apple. That Tulan guy had not specified which one he wished, so of course she went with taking a slice of both kinds. The lady by the table placed each in a separate box and put the boxes in a paper bag, handing it over as Kathy left the credits on the table.

[member="Tulan Kor"], [member="Kiff Brayde"], [member="Kiriko"], [member="Alva Heavenshield"]

 

[Silver Starlight]

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A small Corgi puppy has escaped his kennel. The smallest of his litter, he was left behind while his siblings were adopted to families. The pup walked merrily along, nose down as he made his way towards the barn. He was quite used to sleeping in a barn, perhaps he'd find a spot to curl up... or maybe he'd find someone to share some snacks with.​

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If you approach Cooper, he'll be your friend for life (quite literally) -- the first one to interact with him may adopt him.​

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[member="Kathryn Foster"], [member="Kiriko"], [member="Tulan Kor"], [member="Ura Iolar"], [member="Aurelion Nova"], [member="Yula Perl"], [member="Amon Vizsla"], [member="Auteme Denko-Durren"], [member="Kat Decoria"]​

 

[Alva Heavenshield]

Alva tucked Kiriko's ticket away for safe keeping and gave her pocket a small pat. She blinked, looking through the eye-holes cut into her sheet, surveying the farm. It wasn't all that unlike her home back on Midvinter. They had a large stable, too. And, she had lots of horses – lots and lots. They didn't have fields full of orange-hued gourds though. Alva saw that some of these 'pumpkins' had faces carved into them, and the flickering flame of candles... whatever that was about.

When Kiriko offered a ride, she couldn't resist. Who could? The small Valkyri girl climbed onto the young bear's back, giggling jovially at the soft fur. And, he took off towards the barn.

“For the doughnuts!” was her shrill battle cry.

Her sheet billowed in the breeze as they went, quite a spectacle to be sure. A little girl, clad in a home-made ghost costume, riding a white bear was not an everyday sight, after all. There were a few confused expressions as they approached the barn, but there were smiles, too. She noticed a woman with blonde hair turning from the pie stand. Her wide eyes shifted to watch, "Is it good?" She asked, arching her brows.

No doubt, she would have to try some... after they had had their fill of doughnuts, of course.

[member="Kathryn Foster"], [member="Kiriko"]

 

[Tulan Kor]

As he waited for [member="Kathryn Foster"] to walk back to his position with the pies- several meters out... grew something odd. It was small. Hairy. Small legs. Approaching from the barn. He broke protocol, leaving his rifle, but taking his sidearm, as he approached the....

It was a dog.

A lot of memories came back to Tulan, and none of them good. He crouched down near the dog, blinking rapidly. Hands shook. Pupils dilated. Bad times. Bad memories. Bad places. Bad things. He was bad.

But that was all over now.

Buried, gone.

Now, it was him, this festival....

And a dog.

"C'mere bud."

Tulan patted his thighs, encouraging the thing to come closer.

[member="Silver Starlight"]

 

[Aurelion Nova]

Aurelion gave [member="Ura Iolar"] a small, sad smile as she asked him why he was out there. Alone. When he should be in the festival enjoying himself. He shrugged softly, briefly wondering at how easily he could talk to Ura, considering she was... well... female? Maybe her being sand really did make all the difference. Fidgeting awkwardly in his seat Aurelion glanced up at her, briefly adjusting his eye-patch nervously before responding. "Well... umm... I just.. don't feel like... I fit i-...." it was at this moment that Ms. Martha announced his name, loudly, and Aurelion's face went as pale as a bed-sheet. His eyes widening as people began to look at him and applaud politely, despite his position well outside the actual festival grounds. Aurelion was... dumbfounded. He didn't... didn't remember even entering any sort of drawing. Had someone else put his name in the raffle? Had the people just recorded who had even arrived and entered them anyways? Regardless he was now faced with a dilemma. That being that people were awkwardly, yet politely, watching him and waiting for him to collect the little V-1 astromech droid from the stage.

Aurelion stood, more out of some oddly ingrained habit that any actual desire to stand. Something about all of this reminding him vaguely of the elaborate dinners his mother had hosted on Hapes. The thought made him grimace. On unsteady feet did Aurelion make his way to the stage, trying his best to smile. Thankfully people were beginning to turn back to their own business as Aurelion approached the stage, the added height of the stage putting the little droid on eye-level with Aurelion. Who blinked curiously at the little droid. He didn't.... really know anything about droids, and was immediately worried about his ability to take care of it. Wobbling on it's tracked legs the little droid began to beep and boop.

"You=Greetings! | Me=V1-T1! | You=?"

Aurelion... stared for a moment. He didn't know binary but somehow... somehow he had understood the droid perfectly? Aurelion then saw the words the droid had spoken simply.. floating in the air in front of him? Were... were those subtitles? Aurelion rubbed his eye fitfully, sure he was going mad, and only further confirming this when he opened his eye again and the word were gone. The little droid giving a low, worried 'wooo' as it asked.

"You=Ok?"

Aurelion nodded, shuffling from foot to foot, and responded as he tried not to focus on the oddly-floating words. "Yes I.. I'm Aurelion. Ummm.... I guess we're friends now?" Aurelion didn't like the idea of just calling himself the little droid's owner. It made him feel..... weird. The droid beeped happily, it's head rotating to and fro in jubilation.

"Statement=Yes! | Aurelion+V1-T1= Friends!"

Aurelion couldn't help a small smile at this before noticing he was just standing in front of everyone at the stage.. talking to a droid. His worries briefly forgotten. This made him flush gently and he turned back to V1. "So umm.... I guess come with me?" V1 booped in the affirmative and rolled down the stage ramp to be with Aurelion before "looking" up at him and asking.

"Organics+Festival=Do What?"

Aurelion thought for a moment, kneeling down by the little droid and just giving him a cursory once-over. He knew nothing about being a mechanic but at least he looked new and well built. Aurelion nodded, before thinking for a moment. "Well..... umm there is food, drinks... some games even." Aurelion chewed his lip in thought for a moment. "Some people like to dance." Aurelion added, hardly having time to finish the sentence before V1 beeped up loudly.

"V1+Dance=Yes! | V1+Dance=Best!"

Aurelion blinked, surprised enough he was caught somewhere between being dismayed at the idea of going anywhere NEAR the dance floor and laughing softly at how enthusiastic his new companion seemed. Unfortunately the excited little astromech didn't seem intent on giving Aurelion the chance to figure it out as he wheeled over to the dance floor and began excitedly spinning around. Beeping happily as they did. Aurelion, eye widening in surprise, chased after the little droid. "H-Hey! V1 wait a second...." As the little astromech turned it's optics to look at Aurelion it accidentally rolled back right into [member="Auteme Denko-Durren"] and bumping into her leg, which made Aurelion wince and the little astromech make a bunch of garbled, surprised noises that sounded vaguely like a dial-up connection struggling to connect. Aurelion knelt beside the little droid, briefly glancing him over as Aurelion pat the top of his "head". Before he looked up to apologize to the girl he bumped into. At least.... he intended to. There was something to be said about distance and how you could never really appreciate something from far away. A fact that, as he stared up at Auteme for a brief moment, Aurelion was all too aware of his voice stuttered for a moment. His elongated ears drooping bashfully. "Umm... s-sorry about.... V1 here. He umm... was just excited to dance.. I-I suppose...."
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[Micah tol Powl]

The Kiriko Express had left the station.

Next stop: Doughnuts! Do not pass go. Do not collect 200 credits.

Barreling past the pie table, the youngling was not enough cognizant of the blonde woman that Alva had addressed. Instead, the boy was following his nose in a beeline that brought he pair straight to where the doughnuts were laid out.

He had two paws, so naturally he needed two doughnuts. Except, he couldn't exactly start shoveling doughnuts into his mouth when he had all four paws on the ground and an Alva on his back. "Now arriving at snack station one," the bear remarked, tilting his head up as he spoke to the girl on his back. "Please disembark here for doughnuts."

Once she'd slid off him, then he could stand up and start eating.

Which would be good, because the smell of that cinnamon and sugar was killing him right now.

[member="Alva Heavenshield"] | [member="Kathryn Foster"]​

 

[Kathryn Foster]

''Oh, I haven't had the time to taste any of them yet! I'm sure they are, though!'' she uttered assuringly, and offered the little white ghost and her fluffy friend a warm smile as they passed by and stopped by the doughnut stand, next to the table of pies. Judging by the lovely sweet and spicy scents that surrounded the stands, there must have been some realy good chefs and bakers among the locals. She could not wait to taste some of the treats offered herself.

Kathy walked over to the young ones, kneeling down to the height of the girl to follow up on her curious question.

''These one's for a guy watching over us from out in the woods...'' she said and motioned slightly with the paper bag. ''I think everyone has the right to get a taste of all the goodies here, so I'm bringin' it to him. You two are here by yourselves?'' she stated and raised the question if the two younglings were not accompanied by an adult somewhere. A pretty natural question, even if the worst that could possibly happen here was that any of them got a wooden splinter in the finger when attempting to climb the fence. Tulan and supposedly some other guys were the precaution if the improbable happend.

[member="Tulan Kor"], [member="Kiriko"], [member="Alva Heavenshield"]

 

[Yula Perl]

Yula’s posture lost some of its rigidity. Of course. Silver Jedi. This was a Silver Jedi event. The pumpkin farm guard was, of course, a member of the Silver Jedi.

“Huh.” She took a thoughtful sip of her ale. “First time I’ve heard that.” No wry smile followed because her mind was elsewhere. Used to. Her mother used to be a Silver Jedi, but now she wasn’t. Stories from around the time of her departure were vague, but Yula’s best guess was that Joza had left in order to raise her family. But the Silvers seemed pretty family-friendly, and the Outer Rim wasn’t exactly the best daycare.

Amon’s next observation caught her off guard (again), but this time she wore the type of grin that her brothers often tried to smack off of her face. “Do I? Is this an invitation?” She leaned against the rustic fence pose, once again letting her enjoyment for the conversation shine through. Somewhere horizontal to them, a little dog plodded along through the crowd. Yula’s eyes followed the canine for a moment before she tuned her gaze back to Amon. "Maybe I should put your heart next on my list, Amon.”

[member="Amon Vizsla"]

 

[Silver Starlight]

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The little dog was nibbling some scraps and crumbs when it heard a voice. Turning, the dog's ears perked up in the direction of the sound. And, just like that... the dog bounded off towards [member="Tulan Kor"]. From its appearance, it would be quite apparent that it was an energetic little pup, quite young. The dog's pace slowed as he approached the man, his keen nose sniffing the air. And, when he was certain -- he went up for pets and scratches.

At the raffle booth, Ms. Martha watched with a curious smile. My, my... the little dog had escaped his kennel (again). It was good to see that he'd already seemed to be cozying up to someone. With any luck, that person would want to adopt him. She'd give the two a few minutes before approaching.

 

[Zef Halo]

Amon might be easily described as laconic and even as lacking average skills in socializing but all of that he made it up with his strong perception. Yula didn't really give much the impression of someone working, especially owning, some sort of a business (as that is what Horizon Tech sounded as). She gave him the vibes of spacers he had often met, and sometimes vanquished, when clan Vizsla raided the stars.

He stepped closer to her. Both subtly and decisively. The Mandalorian's scanned her from above.

The nearly visible shift of his lips in what only a perceptive person could deduct as a smile grew more. His tone both challenging but also unintentionally threatening.

"You can try."

[member="Yula Perl"]​

 

[Tulan Kor]

The dog was getting no short supply of scratches and pets, from the very interested Sergeant Kor. Hard-nosed, throat-slitting killing machine that he was, this dog was... special. This dog wasn't just any dog now. This was his dog.

He nearly drew on the woman that approached him, blinking rapidly. The quick shift on his right leg to present for a better draw was the only subtle move that anyone who had any serious weapons training would take as an aggressive move. To a regular person though- he was just moving his leg.

He smiled at the woman, calming down.

"What's his name?"

Not a matter of who he belongs to. The dog was his now.

[member="Silver Starlight"]​