Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28718853-20180210190247

(Outside) Forjod and Rix exit the Cradle and stand by the doorway. "That furry bitch! She has no idea how lucky she is that I didn't strangle her!" Rix snarls as she twists her claws in anger.

Forjod pats her shoulder and says, "Relax honey, relax. Just take some deep breaths."

"I would, but the overwhelming urge to thrash her about is overriding that!" Rix growls. Forjod folds his arms and calmly explains, "She was simply trying to get a rise out of you. Ikuna and Riza have done it too, and apart from some hair pulling and wrestling, you've tolerated it."

"Yeah, but those are two, a third would completely push me over," Rix says as she places a paw on her hand. "I doubt that it would completely make you blow your top but...," Forjod reaches out to Rix and places a hand on her shoulder, "Look, for the longest time, you've always been my number one gal. A Youko and a Raiju aren't going to change that, not even a Werewolf.  They all have their high points and low points and...would it ease your mood if I told you what I dislike about Reby?"

Rix straightens herself. She seems disinterested at first, but a tiny grin soon forms on her face, "Lay it on me."

Across the street on a rooftop, the tiny wooden bird Casmodia watches the couple closely. "Nah, they're too close to the crowd. If Herocles were to make the grab now, then that Copper Wyvern and possibly the Destroyer would give chase.  They need to be further away," the voice tells it.

(S9/Hound) Xinderas just folds her arms and shrugs, casually telling Samia, "Actually I was more worried that you'd stumble on a memory of an incident in the..."

"SIS!" Dravela screeches as she races over and firmly plants her paws on her sister's shoulders. "Xindy, we don't talk about that day...EVER!" she whispers. "You were the one who wanted me to check it out," Xinderas whispers back. "I had no idea that that man was rolling around in THAT at the time," Dravela replies quietly as her ears droop. Her body makes an uncomfortable shift.

(S9/Table) "Pah, the Combat Elite consists of only seven, including the mosquito! If someone tried to join in with the intention of mining out secrets, they'd definitely know about it!" Lumbre blurted out. Despoina giggles at Lumbre's outburst and gives the others a shrug, "She's right."

Then she places her arms on the table with great interest and asks, "Now that the subject's been brought up, would you three like to learn about the Siege of Cantalou?"