Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2011 13:49:35 GMT -8
"Lieutenant Hunter to Bridge. The General would like to see to the Nolfian child. I think it wise, as a foreign environment can be extremely traumatic on a kid."
Kunama gave him a curious glance and a slow bemused smile as he sought permission. Even in Nolfian circles, there was a very fine line where a guest was still a prisoner. It was rather creepy just how similar the technology and mannerisms of these pinkskins was to her own people's. And yet, there was so much that was different too.
They seemed a lot more open to letting other races on their own technology than she would feel comfortable with herself if roles were reversed. She checked the time and then peered back to the padd. She growled softly, the Dkaran cowards were showing hesitancy and slow dispersion within the ranks but they weren't entirely convinced. Did they want Nolfian blood this badly? They had plenty already.
//"All Hands, Brace for impact!"//
She recognised M'Khol's voice over their intercom systems and cocked her head before grinning wolfishly. Ra'Tek was soon to blow and she tapped the seconds on her wrist as most of the Nolfians standing including Kunama and Nkaz braced wholly with their weight and legs using their tails to keep them up. She heard Hunter behind her but did not realise what he was worrying about.
His force buckled her knees and collided along with him along the floor and a tangle of arms, legs and a flurry of flying fur before coming to an eventual stop. Kunama paused before her head arched back and she peered at him, a long pause forming before she eventually spoke with a grin to her face.
"Do you know that bright blue eyes are considered something that is to be lusted in Lumaatan culture? I think they're on to something," she said.
TAG ; Hunter, Any
Kunama gave him a curious glance and a slow bemused smile as he sought permission. Even in Nolfian circles, there was a very fine line where a guest was still a prisoner. It was rather creepy just how similar the technology and mannerisms of these pinkskins was to her own people's. And yet, there was so much that was different too.
They seemed a lot more open to letting other races on their own technology than she would feel comfortable with herself if roles were reversed. She checked the time and then peered back to the padd. She growled softly, the Dkaran cowards were showing hesitancy and slow dispersion within the ranks but they weren't entirely convinced. Did they want Nolfian blood this badly? They had plenty already.
//"All Hands, Brace for impact!"//
She recognised M'Khol's voice over their intercom systems and cocked her head before grinning wolfishly. Ra'Tek was soon to blow and she tapped the seconds on her wrist as most of the Nolfians standing including Kunama and Nkaz braced wholly with their weight and legs using their tails to keep them up. She heard Hunter behind her but did not realise what he was worrying about.
His force buckled her knees and collided along with him along the floor and a tangle of arms, legs and a flurry of flying fur before coming to an eventual stop. Kunama paused before her head arched back and she peered at him, a long pause forming before she eventually spoke with a grin to her face.
"Do you know that bright blue eyes are considered something that is to be lusted in Lumaatan culture? I think they're on to something," she said.
TAG ; Hunter, Any