23.Aug.13, 10:06 PM
Z'jan wiped sweaty strands of hair from his forehead. "Who said anything about chopping? Broke those suckers off. Bare handed," he held his hands, the partially curled his fingers, like claws. He tried to fake an intimidating sneer, but it came out only halfway, and he just looked like a goon. He gave it up; he couldn't keep a straight face to save his life.
His response was met with O'wain's finger running down his chest. Z'jan's muscles flexed, rippling back, and his back arched away just slightly. Why? Well, because it fucking tickled. And yeah, there was also that instinctive part that wanted to guard his new injuries from further prodding. But with an arm quickly flung over his shoulder, Z'jan made no protest as he was whisked away towards the lake: in time to see Nishkath rocket up like a green on her maiden flight.
Z'jan shot O'wain a questioning look, and couldn't quite hide his grin. "He good?" On shore, still guarding his shirt, Ghalath eyed Nishkath with a look of awkward befuddlement. Z'jan touched his green's mind, but she had nothing to say. Her quizzical, slightly disgusted expression said it all: wussy brown scared of fishes? Z'jan simply shrugged in his mind. you're scared of people
[ghalath] I'm not scared of them.[/ghalath] she said firmly [ghalath] I am perturbed by them.[/ghalath]
perturbed? when do you say perturbed?
[ghalath] just because you speak in grunts...[/ghalath]
Z'jan smiled. Ghalath was relaxing, he could tell by her willingness to trade insults. A weird sort of love, that. Ghalath, for her sake, shifted so that she no longer sat on her haunches but instead lay out onto her stomach. Definitely relaxing.
Z'jan turned to O'wain with a curious smile. "Is he always so... splashy?" he asked, as he bent down to pick up a rock that seemed big-ish and flat-ish...enough? He had no fucking idea. At least he looked like he was helping.
His response was met with O'wain's finger running down his chest. Z'jan's muscles flexed, rippling back, and his back arched away just slightly. Why? Well, because it fucking tickled. And yeah, there was also that instinctive part that wanted to guard his new injuries from further prodding. But with an arm quickly flung over his shoulder, Z'jan made no protest as he was whisked away towards the lake: in time to see Nishkath rocket up like a green on her maiden flight.
Z'jan shot O'wain a questioning look, and couldn't quite hide his grin. "He good?" On shore, still guarding his shirt, Ghalath eyed Nishkath with a look of awkward befuddlement. Z'jan touched his green's mind, but she had nothing to say. Her quizzical, slightly disgusted expression said it all: wussy brown scared of fishes? Z'jan simply shrugged in his mind. you're scared of people
[ghalath] I'm not scared of them.[/ghalath] she said firmly [ghalath] I am perturbed by them.[/ghalath]
perturbed? when do you say perturbed?
[ghalath] just because you speak in grunts...[/ghalath]
Z'jan smiled. Ghalath was relaxing, he could tell by her willingness to trade insults. A weird sort of love, that. Ghalath, for her sake, shifted so that she no longer sat on her haunches but instead lay out onto her stomach. Definitely relaxing.
Z'jan turned to O'wain with a curious smile. "Is he always so... splashy?" he asked, as he bent down to pick up a rock that seemed big-ish and flat-ish...enough? He had no fucking idea. At least he looked like he was helping.