Faction Leaving the Nest

[Corazona von Ascania]

Coruscant
Courtyard Outside of Jedi Temple​

Coruscant's weather control systems did not often allow for snowfall. For eight racyon kits, it was an entirely new sight.

The courtyard shrubbery had been coated in only a dusting of white crystals, but it had been enough to evoke a wintry landscape. Now several months old and able to be adopted, the little racyons bounded happily through the snow, investigating the strange, cold coating on the courtyard's foliage.

Nearby sat their mother - Lula, a particularly rotund and well-groomed adult racyon with a blue bow tied perfectly around her neck - and Cora, who'd raised her. Lula was nestled calmly atop a tuft of grass, though she did not tuck her paws into her mass. Occasionally, when one of her children wandered by, she would nab the squealing kit for a quick cleaning.

On their homeworld of Ukatis, racyons were known for their clever nature and penchant for mischief - but most of all, for their companionship and abilities in precognition.

Which made the little creatures roaming the courtyard rather fitting companions for Jedi (and friends).

[OOC: Open to GA folks who want to adopt or interact with a baby racyon! Or just hang out, I'm not your mom.]

 

[Ryana mina]

Corazona von Ascania

Ryana was playing with pip chasing him through the halls of the jedi order trying to burn up some of the little furballs excess energy as she did so it was also a good way to keep her in shape aswell. It was a usual sight by now in the temple as pip was a known ball of mischief even for a racyon let alone a racyon that was a runt of his litter.

As pip rounded the corner he stopped noticing all the racyon babies that's when ryana rounded the corner and grabbed him "got you pip" she said before looking at the babies. She set pip down letting pip go and sit next to Lula as ryana fully walked in "their so adorable" she said in a high pitched tone as the baby racyons played about. Ryana noticed cora and lula and waived "Lula was pregnant" ryana said happily as one of the racyon babies began crawling all up her legs ryana chuckled as she gently took the baby into her hands and petted him "if i didn't already have pip I'd adopt you" she said in a high pitched loving voice.

 

[Rayia Si]

Corazona von Ascania

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Nor were the racyon kits the only ones spellbound by the intrusion of snow in the temple courtyard. Rayia had been meandering the halls, plotting her next trip to the Temple Archives in search of more information on Felacat when the faintest bit of frost nipped at her nose. Rayia’s amber eyes grew wide as her feline, slitted pupils narrowed sharply. The dusting of snow crystals had fallen from an overbearing branch of a nearby shrub and caused Rayia to jump back with a sharp, cat-like hiss.

Clapping a hand over her mouth as she noticed that she was drawing looks from others nearby, an embarrassed Rayia now looked out over the blanket of white. Rayia really was unfamiliar with snow however. Having grown up in the savannahs of Southern Weik, snow was a “once in a generation” type of occurrence. Rayia remembered the last story she had heard of it falling being from roughly eighty years ago. ‘Weik, Cathar, Onderon… I really have spent all my time in jungles, haven’t I?’ Rayia thought to herself.

Catching sight of Cora sitting in the midst of the wintery foliage, Rayia smiled towards her. She had met Cora briefly following the attack on Ukatis, but had disappeared shortly after. A failing that Rayia intended to correct. ‘You really need to keep in contact more,’ Rayia chastised herself as she treated onlookers to the sight of her tiptoeing/hopping across the courtyard as if the snow might burn her soles. “Are you well, Cora?” She asked.

 

[Drystan Creed]

CORUSCANT

Wearing​

Drystan stood at the mouth of the courtyard's entrance, a sling cradling his right arm and a bandage running diagonal across his left cheek. In his uninjured hand, he held a datapad, its faint glow highlighting his focused expression. He rarely set foot in the temple; his missions often kept him far from its serene halls. But today was different—there was work to be done.

But as he moved along the path, a flicker of motion caught his eye—a small, furry creature staring at him from beneath the cover of a nearby bush. Drystan stopped in his tracks, his sharp gaze narrowing on the unexpected visitor.

It was a racyon kit, a tiny ball of fur with bright, curious eyes. Coruscant wasn't known for its wildlife, and this wasn't something native to the urban sprawl. Most animals here were domesticated. It looked young, healthy, and well-kept—possibly someone's pet. But where was its owner?

Drystan tilted his head, intrigued. Sliding his datapad into the folds of his coat, he crouched low, feigning a pounce. With a sudden, playful leap, he closed the distance between himself and the kit. The creature's instincts kicked in immediately, flashing with fear as it bolted away into the trees.

Drystan smirked. Without hesitation, he launched himself upward as he leapt from branch to branch. The chase was on. It wasn't long before the kit sought refuge in the safety of its mother's embrace. From his perch above, Drystan watched on.

The rustling in the trees could be heard faintly by anyone near the vicinty, which grew louder before reaching its apex, as Drystan leapt from the branches, landing with agile precision directly in front of them. Poised like a vornskr ready to pounce, he cut an intimidating figure for a moment—until his calm, observant expression betrayed his harmless, if curious, intentions.

"Oh. It's yours." He stood from his lowered stance and gave a nod to Corazona von Ascania . His gaze shifted to the other two, giving a short but polite greeting relating to the time of day. Ryana mina Rayia Si

 

[Azurine Varek]

A Tiny Heart To Hold

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Hook Swords

The cold bit at Azurine’s cheeks as she crouched at the edge of the courtyard, her fingers brushing through the meager snow that coated the temple grounds. She'd never been a fan of snow—no matter how pretty it looked in pictures—nothing beat the sun's blazing heat against her skin. Not that she’d ever admit it out loud, but the flakes dancing in the air had a certain peaceful charm—something that contrasted with the fire that always burned inside her.

The racyon kits bounded through the snow, their sleek, fuzzy bodies pouncing and rolling as they explored their new playground. She couldn’t help but chuckle softly. She hadn’t expected to see them when she came out, and they were ridiculously adorable, their wide eyes and fluffed tails radiating a sort of innocence that the galaxy sometimes seemed to lack.

Azzie's amethyst gaze flicked to the smallest of the kits as she took a seat on one of the benches, the runt probably—judging by its size in relation to the others that hung back slightly from the others. Its fur was a lighter shade than its siblings’, a soft cream that almost blended with the snow. It wobbled uncertainly, tiny paws crunching as it cautiously approached the shrubbery. The others darted around it, playful but wild, and the runt seemed to hesitate, unsure of its place in the chaos.

“You’re braver than you look, you know.” She murmured, her voice low and warm.

As if hearing her, the baby turned her large, curious eyes toward her. Azzie tilted her head, her face catching the faint sunlight. She watched as it padded toward her, her tiny tail flicking. Her heart clenched in a way she hadn’t expected, a tender ache she hadn’t felt in a long time. The kit stopped just short of her boots, sniffing the air. Then, without warning, she crawled onto her lap, her small body radiating warmth even through the cold. Azzie froze, not daring to move as the little creature nestled herself against her.

“Well, aren’t you bold,” she said softly, her voice laced with awe.

The kit let out a tiny squeak, curling up as though her lap was the safest place in the galaxy. Azzie’s sharp tongue, so often her weapon and shield, fell silent. She reached down with gentle fingers, brushing against the soft fur.

She shifted her gaze to Lula, the mother, who was watching and grooming, then to Cora. She didn't quite know what to do. She didn't want to get up. The baby was much too cute; how could she possibly disturb the peace it seemed to have found? "I, uh... I had meant to come congratulate you about being added to the council, but—" she cut herself off with a chuckle as she looked back to the baby, her hand still petting the kit who seemed far too comfortable where she'd settled.

Corazona von Ascania​

 

[Vera Noble]

Coruscant

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Tag: Mahsa

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The courtyard bustled with the playful energy of the Racyon kits, their tiny paws skittering across the thin layer of snow that dusted the temple grounds. Standing near the edge of the scene, Vera held her Racyon companion, Fuzzy, at arm's length.

"This is your doing," Vera declared, her sharp gaze fixed on the small creature.

Fuzzy tilted his head to one side, his ears twitching as he stared back at her with what could only be described as mild indifference.

Vera blinked.

Fuzzy blinked.

"We have an understanding, then," Vera finally said, her tone deadpan. She held his gaze for a moment longer before Fuzzy, in true Fuzzy fashion, raised a paw to scratch at his rear.

Vera groaned, pulling him closer and planting him back onto her shoulder. "Of course. Always so dignified," she muttered with a theatrical sigh, though the affection in her voice betrayed her fondness for him.

Turning toward her friend, Mahsa , Vera's demeanor brightened, a sly smile spreading across her face. "I'm planning to adopt one of the kits if one is still available," she announced, her tone brimming with excitement and mischief. "I mean, how could I not? Look at them!" She gestured toward the flurry of tiny Racyons tumbling over each other in the snow.

Her eyes sparkled as she leaned a little closer to Mahsa, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "Haven't told my mom or dad yet, though. I figure... better to ask for forgiveness than permission." Right? Kahlil Noble wouldn't tell her no for bringing home another pet, she figured.

At least, this time, it wasn't a dinosaur.

With that, Vera grinned, nudging Mahsa lightly with her elbow, "Are you planning to adopt one, too?"

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[Mahsa]

A soft chuckle escaped her as she observed Vera and Fuzzy’s exchange, amusement glittering in her eyes and coloring a few strands of hair in merry yellows and curious citrine hues. "Those are your babies Fuzzy, shouldn’t you be more involved with them?" A finger gently prodded his belly before Vera finally shifted Fuzzy to her shoulders, the Kazelrrian shaking her head softly before turning to look at the playful kits and the others gathered.

Racyons were clever little critters, though she often wondered how much they truly understood.

"I'm planning to adopt one of the kits if one is still available."
"Your mom might not like it… but I bet the triplets and Eryx will be thrilled."

She’d been hanging out with Vera and her little troublemaker when the call had come, and how could she turn down the opportunity to see the babies™? Each one was more adorable than the last.

"Y-You think I can…?" The question posed by Vera brought a scenario Mahsa hadn’t truly considered, thinking the kits might’ve already had homes chosen for each one already. A few streaks of coral replaced the citrines in her hair, before finally giving a nod.

"I’d like that," she finally admitted with a timid smile, her fingers picking at the hem of her sleeve. "B-But only if their mom’s alright with it."

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Vera Noble ​

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

As Ryana mina and Pip spilled into the courtyard, Cora peered up at the Twi'lek while shielding her eyes from the snow glare.

"She was pregnant, yes," the blonde confirmed, "and she received quite a talking to for her actions."

Lula, for her part, growled at Pip when he settled next to her. The rotund racyon was not particularly fond of her own kind, especially when her children were out and about.

Another face, this one only faintly familiar, approached. It took Cora a few moments to put a name to said face - Rayia Si , one of Jonyna's padawans. She smiled. "I am well, thank you for asking. How have you been, Padawan Si?"

One of the kits bolted towards Lula with a hail of squeaks and chitters. As the kit burrowed into its mother's generous mass, a figure dropped from the foliage above. Lula paused from licking the kit's frightened face, and rose on all four paws. With her ears pinned back, she sniffed around Drystan Creed 's pant leg and shoes for a good minute before plopping to the ground once more. The lack of aggression was a sign that she approved.

"Technically they are," Cora supplied, "but it's a lot of work to care for them all. Fortunately, they're old enough to leave their mother…" The way her speech trailed implied something akin to please, adopt them. Taking its cue from Lula, the little kit Drystan had been chasing padded towards him with cautious curiosity.

Azurine Varek 's kind comment was met with a grateful smile. "That is kind of you, Padawan Varek. And," she added while gesturing to the cream colored kit nestled into her lap, "It appears as though you've been chosen."

Vera Noble and Mahsa were nearby too, though all of the humanoids interacting with her children were being watched carefully by their mother. While spoiled and difficult to please, Lula could be easily plied with an offering of food.

 

[Braze]

Braze crouched, watching the little baby balls of fluff tumble and play with a wistful smile tugging at his lips. He had recently helped Specter return to Lothal, now that the Loth-wolf had grown into his own, but the bittersweet farewell still lingered in his chest. Loth-wolves weren't exactly pets—Specter had taught him that much—but Braze couldn't deny the ache of missing his companion all the same.

His somber jade-green eyes settled on the smallest of the kits, a tiny one struggling to keep up with its bigger, boisterous siblings. It was healthy enough, but its clumsy steps and frequent stumbles tugged at something deep inside him. Before he could approach, however, he noticed that Azurine Varek had already reached the little fluffball. It wasn't surprising. The runt had a certain charm, an almost magnetic pull that seemed to ask for protection. Perhaps the smallest ones were the most endearing, their vulnerability stirring the instinct to shelter and nurture.

Maybe that's how Jasper Kai'el had felt about him. He'd been small once, too—smaller than most—and perhaps he'd evoked the same desire in Jasper: a need to protect, to provide. The thought warmed him, even as his melancholy persisted.

Looking around, Braze noted the number of people cooing and vying to adopt the tiny balls of fluff. Perhaps he didn't need to take one home after all. With so many eager hands and loving hearts, it seemed all the little fluffballs would find homes where they'd be cared for, adored, and probably spoiled rotten.


Still, his gaze lingered on the scene until he moved to stand beside Corazona von Ascania . Memories resirfaced, vividly in his mind, recalling how these same majestic creatures, corrupted by the Dark Side, had attacked them once. It was hard to reconcile those vicious, snarling beasts with the fragile, playful kits before them now.

"They're cute when they're small, huh?" Braze murmured, glancing at Cora with a smile.

 

[Makko Vyres]

Makko looked down at a fresh bite on his finger. The racyons had been domesticated over many generations by the people of Ukatis. They still bit.

If they were frightened a small bite was likely. If they were annoyed: a small bite, if your fingers were between their nose and food...

"Im not going to be able to leave you hear alone am I?" Makko murmured.

When they were little and had no stripes, the baby racyons has squeaked. Now they made small trill noises.

Luna had given birth to a litter of nine. Eight had gone with Cora to the courtyard. Estella was here at their apartment with Makko. She wasn't used to being without her siblings and mother.

She made another louder cry and curled around in a circle on his lap.

"Look, if we go, someone will end up trying to adopt you too," Makko said. He didn't want to end up in that awkward situation.

 

[Vera Noble]

Coruscant

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Tag: Mahsa

Vera grinned at Mahsa, her fiery energy brimming as she looked over the playful kits tumbling in the snow. Fuzzy, perched on her shoulder, let out a soft chirp, as if trying to reassert his dominance as the reigning Racyon in her life. Vera rolled her eyes and nudged his side affectionately.

"You'll always be number one, Fuzzy," she said with mock exasperation, before returning her focus to Mahsa. Her friend's timid smile and the soft streaks of coral in her hair brought a sparkle of excitement to Vera's eyes.

"Of course you can!" Vera exclaimed, nudging Mahsa lightly with her elbow. "I mean, look at them! How could anyone say no to taking one of these little fluffballs home?" She gestured toward the kits, who were now engaged in a spirited game of chase, their tiny paws leaving delicate patterns in the snow.

Her gaze shifted between Mahsa and the kits, her smirk softening into something more encouraging. "Do you see any you like?" she asked, tilting her head as if to emphasize her curiosity. "There's gotta be one that stands out to you. Or are you going to let the little troublemakers decide and see who adopts you instead?"

Vera's teasing tone was playful, but the genuine excitement behind her words was impossible to miss. She crouched down slightly, letting one of the kits near her sniff at her hand before it scampered off to join the others. "Either way," she added, shooting Mahsa a grin, "You'd better decide quick before I claim them all~" she teased.

When Vera rose, she spotted Makko Vyres and blinked. Makes sense that he was there, too.

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[Mahsa]

Vera’s words eased some of her worries, the Kazelrrian letting out a quiet chuckle as the brunette teased her. "They are pretty cute… just like their mom and dad." There was a certain charm that racyon seemed to hold, and she had adored Fuzzy from the first moment she’d laid eyes on him.

She reached for the small pouch that dangled at her side, pulling out one of the green grapes hidden within and giving it to Fuzzy. Mahsa had learned the racyon loved them, and she had brought a few extra out today to share with Lula and her nursery.

"I d-dunno, they’re all r-really cute—" Her voice cut out as a loud squeak of protest rang. It looked like one of the kits playing had been bitten too hard by one of their siblings and, without hesitation, she had whirled around to smack the bigger one loud and hard. ”Oh my… you think they’re alright?"

Her blonde fur had fluffed up and stood on end, carrying auburn undertones that the smallest on the nursery lacked. The small kit huffed, teeth chattering in a scolding matter towards her sibling, before the sweet scent carried by the breeze interrupted any additional punishment she’d been about to dole out. Little paws carried her through the snow as fast as they could… until the kit sunk into the white powder and out of view.

"Oh no, the baby…!" Mahsa quickly hurried over to the last spot they’d seen the kit, the tip of her bushy tail being the only part left in view. A loud squeak heralded her return as the kit popped out with a mighty leap… and disappeared back into a new hole in the snow. "Shhh, it’s okay—you’re alright little one…"

Mahsa had managed to scoop up the ball of fur into her arms, cooing at the little kit to calm her while brushing off the snow that stubbornly clung to her fur. The kit fuzzed at first, until the sweet scent that had drawn her close reached her nose again. It took a moment before she finally figured out the source, her tiny little paws making grabbing motions in the direction of the little pouch carrying the treasure of green grapes within.

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Vera Noble ​

 

[Rayia Si]

Corazona von Ascania

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Rayia couldn’t help the slight owlish blink at the use of titles. It was something else not entirely familiar to her. And yet the brief awkward moment was suitably smoothed over as she beamed even wider at the news that Cora had been well. “I’m glad to hear it,” Rayia responding, finding a space to stand upon a boulder yet untouched by the slim layer of snow. “…How fares Ukatis?” Rayia asked, knowing it had been attacked and that its people had to rebuild. “…If the reconstruction efforts are complete, I think I should like to see it.”

Rayia could only chuckle as Cora responded to a vaguely familiar face about the circumstances of the adorable kits currently scampering around the Temple courtyard. Rayia wondered if any of the Racyon kits might choose her. She tended to have poor luck with animals, and still hadn’t learned to effectively communicate with them. In her own experience, they tended to remain wary around her. Perhaps it was because they could still sense the beast within and Rayia’s predatory nature. Sometimes though, the Force held surprises.

Sensing Cora’s unspoken plea, Rayia laughed as she knelt down. One of the kits, perhaps spurred on by the mewing of her siblings, had darted past Rayia’s shin and taken a flying leap off the rock. With as much cushion as the snow provided, the kit would be fine. However, she soon disappeared in a plume of snow.

Rayia reached down and gently scooped up the kit before depositing her on the rock once more. While the kit’s curious eyes studied the amber, feline eyes of her savior, a more somber glint entered Rayia’s eyes. “…I wonder about that,” she murmured to herself regarding the comment they were ready. Rayia had been lucky to find a mother as loving as Jonyna. Then, shaking her head, Rayia distracted herself by carefully brushing snow from the little kit’s mane.

 

[Vera Noble]

Coruscant

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Tag: Mahsa

Vera watched the scene unfold with sparkling amusement, her hands resting on her hips as she tilted her head at Mahsa's flurry of concern. The little kit's dramatic leap and subsequent disappearance into the snow earned a soft laugh from Vera, and when Mahsa finally scooped up the fuzzball, she grinned ear to ear.

"Mahsa," Vera said, her tone teasing but warm, "I think you've found your one." She gestured toward the tiny kit nestled in Mahsa's arms, its chubby little paws already reaching out for the pouch of green grapes. The earnest grabbing motions were almost too cute to bear, and Vera couldn't resist giggling.

"And it looks like it already knows the way to your heart," she added, nodding toward the grapes. "Better watch out, or you'll be the one getting trained by this little troublemaker."

Fuzzy, still perched on Vera's shoulder, let out a series of chirps that sounded suspiciously like laughter. Then, with a sudden leap, he darted down Vera's arm and toward Mahsa, landing lightly near her pouch. His nose twitched as he sniffed the air, clearly catching the same sweet scent as the kit.

"Fuzzy!" Vera exclaimed, rolling her eyes as he boldly tried to stick his little paw toward the grapes. She scooped him up mid-reach, holding him at arm's length again. "You've had your share. These are for the babies!"

Fuzzy squawked in protest, but his theatrics only made Vera laugh more. "Don't be so dramatic," she said, giving him a playful boop on the nose before settling him back on her shoulder.

Turning her attention back to Mahsa, Vera's grin softened into something more encouraging. "Looks like she's claimed you, huh? You've got to give her a name now," she said, her voice filled with excitement

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[Mahsa]

"Y-You think so…?" Mahsa stared down at the little kit in her arms, unbothered as she continued to reach for the pouch—and when her attempts bore no fruits the little one was quick to switch gears. When the kit turned back to look at Mahsa it was with the saddest pair of eyes she could muster, a soft whimper added as her little paws rubbed together almost pleadingly.

Oh yeah, this was a troublemaker alright.

"Oh no, d-don’t cry…!" Juggling the kit on one arm proved to be easy given her small size, the padawan carefully working to open the pouch of grapes. The little one had been willing to wait patiently too, until Fuzzy had decided to come close—his attention focused on the same prize as her.

A warning hiss escaped the kit as her fur bristled, and there was zero hesitation from the little spitfire as she jumped onto the ground—determined to defend what she considered hers. Any intimidation she might’ve produced was gone the moment her little body disappeared into the thick snow, bushy tail being the only thing that stuck out once more.

It took almost no time before Mahsa had scooped her out of the snow again, the padawan looking over the kit carefully to make sure she wasn’t hurt, before finally holding out a green grape for the little one. She took it happily, a mixture of excited chitters and soft purring echoing as she munched on her well deserved treat.

"A name, mmm…" The Kazelrrian mulled the thought over as she glanced down to the kit in her arms. She was a cute little thing, though quite spicy as well—she’d probably have to ask Vera about tips and tricks to keep her in check. "How about… Arum?"

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Vera Noble ​

 

[Noah Corek Jr.]

Junior had been enjoying a nice meal in the mess hall when he had heard whispers and rumors about some strange rats that were currently in the courtyard of the Jedi Temple. Well that was a lie, the meal in the mess hall had been neither nice nor enjoyable which was the main reason that he had left it to investigate these rumors, if they didn’t pan out then at least there was actually pretty good food to be had in the Temple District.

How the young lieutenant had gained entrance to somewhere usually only Jedi were allowed was another matter entirely. First some names were dropped, then he produced his lightsabers and ignited them to show his crystals were not bled before finally being allowed to enter, under threat that he would be searched upon leaving and would be punished if he were found to be in possession of any stolen goods.

It did not take long for the young man to find the courtyard as this was not the first time he had visited the Temple, having done so once before when he had only just turned eighteen, one of the first stops in his tour of the galaxy to learn more from just his parents. After a few minutes of walking he found the courtyard and chuckled as he saw the scene currently unfolding among the snow.

He could understand why the troopers in the barracks had been confused as Ukatian Raycon kits could be mistaken as rats. Deciding to merely observe he found a corner of the courtyard and sat, observing all about and the little kits as well.

 

[Ryana mina]

Corazona von Ascania

Pip heard Lula grown towards him making the runt run back to ryana and crawl onto her staying on her back. As ryana continued to give the baby racyon in her hands attention "your so cute but I already have my hands full with a certain racyon" ryana said as she set the baby racyon kit down. As pip crawled up onto her shoulder she scratched his head "your enough of a handful by yourself" she said as she saw the baby run to Lula. Ryana walked over to cora and sat down "their all adorable" she said as pip chattered in her ear causing her to smile.

"Yes pip your cute to" she said as pip also smiled as she sat there as pip moved to ryanas other shoulder to be closer to cora. "You know who the father is right should I be worried" she said as she booped pip on the nose making the little racyons nose twitch. She saw the baby that crawled on her earlier had began running around and playing with his siblings she couldn't help but feel her heart melt at the site of them all playing.

 

[Azurine Varek]

A Tiny Heart To Hold

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Hook Swords

"You can just call me Azzie." Azurine responded to Corazona with a quick laugh. The formalities were something she clearly still had not fully grown used to. After taking a minute to smile and wave towards Braze , Vera Noble , and Mahsa , she then turned her attention to the precious little ball of fluff that had decided to make her lap into a resting place.

"It appears as though you've been chosen."

She had not intended to come away with a small animal. This hadn't been part of the plan. She had just meant to talk to Cora. When she saw babies, she had wanted to observe the racyon kits from afar, enjoy their carefree antics, and see how kriffing cute they were without getting involved. It had been an innocent enough moment—just a passing glance at the kits frolicking in the snow. Before she knew it, the little thing had crawled right into her lap, barely the size of a child's plushie.

"I'm honored to be this little thing's throne for a bit, really, but I don't know—" Azzie immediately stopped talking, her eyes locked with the raycon kit. She felt the soft purring vibrations—a sweet rumble that went straight to her soul—that didn't seem to take long to become loud enough that she heard them as well.

She reached to rub little scratches behind the kits soft ears, causing her to start kneading at her chest with those cute tiny hands of hers. Her head looked up at Azzie with those big, honey-colored eyes, slowly flipping onto her back as if asking for belly rubs. And just like that, she was caught. Hook, line, and sinker.

The stripes across her fur made her look like she was dusted with cinnamon powder. Wait...

"Cinnamon." She thought aloud, "How about that for a name?"

Corazona von Ascania | Braze | Vera Noble | Mahsa​

 

[Drystan Creed]

CORUSCANT

Wearing
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"My mission doesn't exactly afford me the luxury of a pet. But if it has the potential pull its own weight, I might consider taking one off your hands." With a discerning eye, Drystan knelt down, his movements fluid, approaching the cautious yet curious kit. The tiny ball of fur flinched slightly but held its ground, watching him intently. Drystan extended his free, uninjured hand, gripping the creature gently but firmly by the scruff of its neck.

In an instant, his casual demeanor sharpened keen—a smoldering intensity etched into his inspecting gaze. His dark eyes darted over the kit's features, studying every detail with unerring precision.

"Opposable thumbs," he murmured, turning the small creature slightly to examine its tiny limbs. "Could prove useful. Keen sense of smell—sniffed its way back here. Or smart enough to remember the way back. Intelligent."

Drystan gave a small, approving nod, then his gaze snapped back to the kit's wide, curious eyes, locking on with an unyielding intensity. He searched for something, any sign of hesitation, fear, or uncertainty in the tiny creature's demeanor.

"I can take you under my wing, under my care and protection. But I expect much of you in return."

Corazona von Ascania | OPEN

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Corazona von Ascania Rayia Si

Jonyna didn't have a lot of time these days to just explore the temple courtyards. But when Cora said they had new raycons, she knew she had to come.

Mostly because she needed to let Guffy stretch his legs. Living on the Reaper meant he often got restless, and while she tried to let him live on Ran Dom Kuun, he didn't seem to like the much more temperate climate as much.

Snow was almost a foreign concept to a normal Cathar, after all. Not to Jonyna, she had spent a few days on Hoth after all.

Of course...her arrival to these things was never quiet.

"Come back!" she yelped, as she chased her own Raycon into the courtyard, as he seemed certain he must find the new smell of a friendly member of his species.

When he approached Lulu, he paused, tilting his head, while his owner, Jonyna, coughed and huffed as she looked to Cora and Rayia. "...sorry. Guffy is a lot faster than he lets on. Hi." She waved weakly, looking to Guffy with a pout. "You little-"

Guffy had never had the chance to see a female of his species. She was pretty...