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RE: Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Ghostly - 11-06-2015

<sub><img style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/Kg8kHEX.png]Was it selfish for him to take advantage of Ashrun as he was? In his path only ruin awaited, and at this rate she'd be swept up in the metaphorical and literal line of fire. Perhaps, but moments like this one were a rarity not often savored in his experience, a quiet breakfast served with tea between two friends. Perhaps, that was a bit inaccurate as he couldn't truly call Ashrun his friend. After all he'd known her the entirety of a solid day and night. Likewise, Azreal assumed the same was of him for her. Still, they both appeared at least on the surface to enjoy the company of the other, and worked well enough to be considered allies; the future for furthering their relationship was certainly there.

Azreal was a learned individual, this much was not in question by those that grew to know him over time. A diplomat in many regards, it was required of him to understand a multitude of dialects that at this point he'd lost count of. Beyond that, with any political discourse taking place he would need to know of their culture and history, both recent and ancient. This was of course a consuming endeavor in itself, but like his partner lying out in the deep reaches of space, Azreal reveled in the procurement of information. His edict memory however, was never quite satiated despite having an endless stream of knowledge to prey upon.

Aman itself was proof of said concept. In landing on this world he found himself more and more intrigued by the greater mysteries revolving around its people and the means of which they've advanced themselves beyond their initial right. How had the travelers come to find themselves on this harsh planet, and why had they created bases like this one?

Sharp golden hues focused clearly on the fidgeting Ashrun across from his person. Subtle as it might have been, this was a state of clarity, no, determination he found himself in. As if he'd finally woken from his stupor. The surprise strike upon his vessel, the narrow survival of his crash, his sudden meeting with this dark locked child of the jungle, the expanse of this underground facility, the constant slew of scenarios he'd been running through his head of what to do next. All of this had been hampering the shapeshifter.

An adage from his younger days: The past was long gone, and the future had yet to unfold, to focus on the present, what was to happen now was all that truly mattered. These were the actions that would shape what was to come next.

Like Ashrun, he pushed himself up and away from the dining table at the sound of what he figured was a clock of some sort.. Despite having slept poorly in terms of his night terror, those worn muscles of his were well rested and were itching to get a workout in, or show off what they could do; maybe a touch of both. Azreal doubted they would go disappointed for long. With her departing, the sly fox of a man would give her one last teasing remark. "If we're being honest with one another, then I admit that I too at peace resting with you at my side. I find myself already cherishing these nights to come." With her disappearing back to their now shared bedroom, Azreal allowed her a respite from his jests, and eyes she might find prying while she changed into whatever attire she'd planned out for herself.

Her mannerisms were innocent, pure, though he could be wrong in thinking so, Ashrun was a breath of fresh air to the great game he played with most others. While she was easy enough to provoke these reactions from, Azreal was renowned for his stoic front, and the impenetrable fortress that he kept his true feelings behind. In this he appreciated letting said guards down. Without any sense of a threatening nature about her towards him he could be more himself. Whether such was for better or worse, was yet to be seen.

Her returning similar outfit was not too unexpected, it did appear well suited for traversing the dense jungle after all. Not too far off from her, he closed the gap without much of a pause, answering her question as he placed hand to to the wall she was nearly hiding behind. "That or I can use the shoes I'd left behind. I'm afraid I'm not quite as accustomed to dancing around barefoot as you are." A brief break in his train of thought as he pictured where he'd taken off his loafers near the entrance to the compound. "Right, I still have to clean up that mess as well, later though. I can retrieve the tarp if you want to search for a pair of shoes that you think will fit me. Either way we can meet up at the elevator. That will save us two trips." A grin to his lips and that surefire strength behind his voice once more showed that Azreal was more than ready to put a good foot in the right direction for their union together.</sub>

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RE: Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Hobo_Bob - 11-14-2015

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He drew closer to her hidden form as she tried to keep herself hidden behind the wall. He had seen her with more skin showing now than he would have before. The strip of cloth held her breasts, keeping them from bouncing about while she moved or ran if needed. But it was only that. A strip of long wrapped ivory cloth, same material the rest of her clothes were made of. The halter lay against her body not yet tied and hung on her hand as she held it to herself. With him so close, he would see the blush on her cheeks that made her ears burn. Still, she tried to remain hidden behind the wall. An attempt to keep what he hadn't already seen of her body unknown.

At least less known.

"I think-....maybe there are boots to fit. Not here, but-....in the other room...." she looked down at his feet, "What is you number size? Unless-.....it doesn't matter since the size can change..." magenta eyes looked up at his face once more, craning her neck high to seek out his face. She knew that to get him to try on shoes to find a fit would be a while, but if he could adjust his own foot to fit what she could find all the better. His own shoes would not be suited for the morning dampness. Much less the trek back to his fallen ship.

She thought of where to find the shoes and then thought of his question about the tarp. There were tons readily available to them. On the other side of the base down closer to the water. But there were smaller ones close by. Rope could secure them together into one larger tarp, but that would mean finding rope as well. Thinking while he eyes stared into his face, she reached up and rubbed at her ear lobe. Dropping the halter top from it's place on her chest.

"In the commons room, there is a door on the floor under the closest table to the fire place. if you lift it up," Ashrun pulled her hand up as if demonstrating how to lift, "and then twist and push down," again, her hand demonstrated which way to turn, "the door will open into a storage area. You might find a few smaller tarps there we can tie together with rope." Focused once more, she pressed herself into the wall and looked away from his face.

True, she was not really a people person. They had only ever hurt or tried to hurt her since she could remember. Even family could not really be trusted. And yet she was familiar with Azreal. Something in the way he was with her. His teasing, the gentleness of his touch and the smile he gave her in comparison to their initial meeting seemed genuine. Comfortable was not a really good way to describe the feeling she had around him. She was on edge, but not fearful for her safety. Nervous and shy, but able to speak and interact with him calmly. Perhaps it was his earlier jest with sleeping together as well as the way he seemed to lean over her while she hid behind a wall.

Even now, a part of her wanted to step into his body and seek out his warmth. A smaller voice always warned her. Gave her a shiver of fear for all things different and not her usual. And Azreal was both. A stranger in the most possible of ways along with mysterious. He did not share too much, but enough to answer her questions. Though, she did not have many to begin with. What was she to ask? She knew nothing of the world outside her own. Was she to ask his hobbies or favorite color?

Perhaps once she laid in his arms.

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RE: Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Ghostly - 11-25-2015

<sub><img style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/Kg8kHEX.png]The selection of individuals Azreal considered a friend was a sparse a list as it got, beyond that whom he trusted as an ally even less so. Azreal's catalog of names were more closely labeled as informants, business partners, hired help. Among the vast number of faces he'd taken to remember over a lengthy period, none were a lover of his. Call it a trope, but in his line of work to have a single person in such a position was the most foolish action one could risk attempting. When one dealt with the seediest parts of society, when one played the great game, the closest being to oneself is also the most apparent target to strike at, and the most vital to one's entire structure of intangible defenses. Personally, in his eyes, it was just not worth leaving himself open to that sort of attack; not to say he'd even had the time to look for such a person in his life.

Regardless, Ashrun seemed consistently put off guard by his playful jokes and kind nature towards her. Azreal meant what he had said thus far to her, and certainly enjoyed her company to not build their relationship on lies and deceit. However, this persona he put on for her was by no means his true character. One day she'd see him for what he was, and they could go from there; that was to say if the two even lasted that long enough to fly off of this harsh planet.

When she caught onto her own actions she regularly devolved further into a heated blush, shying away to rub at her ear or hide herself as best she could, and Azreal took those moments as a sign to give her space, so he'd not encroach further on her domain she held at the door frame. Instead he stood by attentive and listening to her as she described where he could find the tarp, and perhaps some rope to bind them together. On the matter of footwear, he took a moment to glance down at his bare feet briefly before catching her unique hues once more. "Whatever you can find I'll be able to wear within reason. Your brother's sizes are not too far off from my own, so I doubt his size in shoes is terribly different either." Azreal gave Ashrun a wave while taking a few steps back away from her. Remembering in his head the location he'd passed by before that she mentioned, he'd turn away with only a few parting words of meeting up when they both were finished with their tasks.

With a quick pace against the cool stone beneath him, Azreal would arrive at the common room, the table by the fire place spotted and approached. The shifter pushed aside the piece of furniture with relative ease and took note of the decently sized hatch attached to the floor. Now on his knees he took hold of the handle and maneuvered it as she'd detailed for him, and sure enough the entrance. As if a mechanism had switched, the door slid along the floor away from him to reveal a set of descending stair down the slender opening. A mysterious area built into an already secluded compound? Azreal began to wonder if the other mysteries of this place were going to be tucked out of the way like this seemed to be. Back to standing, he descended into the passage, dimly lit by low powered lights around his feet. Leveling out, Azreal wouldn't require the added illumination of the lighting over head to see what was around him, but it certainly helped.

This room was not so much a living, or storage compartment as a tunnel. At least from where he was located, it stretched out in front of him far enough to where he couldn't make out details in the darkness or if it changed direction. A way for those occupying this underground facility to hide if need be, or to escape if disaster struck? He couldn't tell, but there were supplies scattered about the narrow space, though not much. At his first glance, the object he was searching for was not in sight. Boxes sure, there was a whole stack of them set aside the wall. At the base though he could see a grey colored fabric keeping the what were crates upon closer inspecting from directly meeting the floor. Each were nondescript in and wooden, nailed tightly shut. Without the time to investigate each, Azreal merely began lifting them one by one and laying them out across the wall. One however, midway through the pile carried more weight than he anticipated and it slipped right through his grip to splinter on the stone below. Inside had been hidden a collection of devices, only one of which he could readily make out as a gun of sorts. "Huh, so they weren't completely without a way to fight back." Somewhat recklessly, Azreal took up the rifle and braced the butt to his shoulder. Directing his aim at another set of boxes in the distance, he pulled at what was an awkward trigger on the side only to be met with disappointment. Not even a click, just silence. To be expected, it didn't work as intended. How long had some of these items sat down here without use? Or perhaps it had been damaged from the drop.

Either way, he'd wasted enough time and set the weapon down in the mess he'd made. The tarp freed, he went to fold it underneath his arm, tying it together with a length of cord that he'd found wrapped around one of the crates. His task completed, Azreal would head back up the stairs, being sure to close the hatch in the same manner he'd opened it with. Then it was more backtracking through the spacious structure tucked deep into the cavern to the elevator that had taken him who knows how deep into the earth. Again the glass wall showing off the cave network as well as other locations caught his attention, though not long before noticing the dirt he'd tracked along the tile the night before, and then Ashrun standing patiently by the elevator as he figured she'd be. "I must admit, the fact that there's a tunnel that seems to run through the underbelly of the structure is impressive in it's own right." Only slightly winded in his hustle, he'd make his way over to the woman, hefting what was essentially an averaged sized tarp in one hand neatly tied off. "Looks like we're all set."</sub>

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RE: Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Hobo_Bob - 12-27-2015

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As soon as he was out of the room, Ashrun lifted her halter from the floor to tie around her torso. There was a kind of relief that she was once more alone in her rooms. A security in the knowledge that eyes were not looking for her much less watching her while she moved about on her own business. Taking this time, she rushed into the bathroom to relieve her body as well as the usual morning routines. Brushed teeth, hair settled atop her hair and secured in placed with an adornment as well as a base-key, power key and her wooden vile of cooling-gel. She had already eaten and drank, but the wash could wait till after her return.

Slipping across the hall to her brothers room, Ashrun turned the light on and took a moment to stare into the empty room. There was no bed or furniture beyond the large computer desk and desk-chair that took the entire far wall. The red eye-like light stared from the center of the computer into the room as she stared into the red glass. Normally, she would have said a greeting or talked about her day to the strange machine. As if it understood what she said, despite knowing it was not powered. But today, she had to find boots for Azreal and meet him back at the elevator. A quick task that didn't take her long to complete.

"I'll explain tonight, Hugh. When the guest is resting. I need brothers shoes for now." moving into the room, she opened the closet door and walked into the small space to look inside the boxes for shoes. That is, there was one large metal container that she used to hold her brothers clothes inside. If it had shoes or not, she couldn't remember.

Small hands dug through the bin, looking for the hardened leather things. But came up with nothing aside from more clothes in brighter colors. Pretty things she had never worn. And might never wear. Sighing in agitation she could not find what she was after, Ashrun left her brothers room, door closing behind her, to enter her own room and search inside the large closet through her fathers things, boxed much the same as her brothers things. There she did find boots. All black, hard leather and laces to tie. Satisfied, she took up one of her satchels and dropped the shoes inside before setting it onto her back. It was heavy and large for just one item, but it would due to hold any smaller things she would need to carry for Azreal.

It wouldn't be for another ten more minutes that she would find herself leaving her quarters. Her skirt wrapped around her waist and tucked into the waist of itself to keep from dragging on the floor as well as wraps around her feet. She would wear her boots today for such a trip, despite knowing it would be warm very soon. Her utility belt and a wrap-crop hoodie without sleeves finished her attire.

After a while, she found herself at the elevator entrance. The boots she gathered for him set on the floor as well as her travailing items returned to her person. Her belt and pouches, blades in place around her body and a pair of short metal bars in her grasp. She did not wait long for Azreal to show, and yet once he did the small smile on her lips was not hidden. "There are many things I do not know about my home. The-...computers can tell you more but I know nothing beyond what is in my quarters. Perhaps one of them can tell you things about this place I cannot." She motioned to the boots for him, giving him a moment to pull his boots on before she continued.

"I've brought these, they'll help with carrying the tarp I think. Just twist and flick out, they'll expand." Ashrun held up the metal bars for him to see then placed them into her satchel to carry. She thought about retrieving one for him, but he would not need it should he change form into something rather large to carry whatever it was he wanted to bring back. Hopefully, nothing too large or they would have to use a different entrance much further than where they were now. Ready to head out on their expedition, she took a power key from her hair and like the night before powered the elevator to take them back up to the surface.

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RE: Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Ghostly - 01-25-2016

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Taking a knee before Ashrun, the shifter took the thick leather boots she'd collected for the man and began to slip them over his feet one by one. The laces were pulled tight, material hugging against him adequately, at least enough to where he wouldn't require altering his figure just to wear them. "I'm sure I'll have a great time trying to search through a foreign computer." A low chuckle as he rose from the ground and met her smile with one of his own. "Lucky for me, these boots are a close enough fit." A few steps around to test the shoes out would earn a light nod from him. "Well, whatever we find out, it will be together. Shall we?" Waiting for Ashrun to enter the elevator, Azreal would follow behind her and the pair were then set on their way back to the surface of the jungle planet.

Perhaps in having escaped what he considered a barely hospitable habitat, Azreal had purposely forgotten the biting humidity of the alien forest above. Once Ashrun shoved the boulder blocking the exit to the cave away and the two stepped out into the for the second the two were out in the open did he let out a groan as the air changed almost immediately. At least for this venture through the terrain Azreal would not be so ill equipped. Having left behind his fine silks and tailored suit, his body could breath easier, his movement was unimpaired, and the ground below him was far from a struggle to traverse with shoes fitting the environment. Still, he would not assume that a simple change in attire would make all the difference. His kind were incredibly adaptive, most shifters were to some degree or another, while the heat still bothered him, and likely would for as long as he remained on this world, given a few more days, maybe several weeks and Azreal would consider it no more an nuisance than Ashrun felt.

Azreal still had little insight into the day and night cycles of this system, but assuredly he'd learn that among other matters to best fit in and survive. What he did know for certain, was that the trio of suns had yet to hit their peak, as they were not yet in the same position as when he'd crashed the other day. Which mean the pair still had what he figured to be plenty of time to hunt and scavenge for food and supplies as well as check up on his vessel. The latter took priority in his eyes, as surely another had at least noticed his screaming entrance through the sky, even if the population was far less than a typical inhabited biosphere, and while stocking up on goods was equally of importance, without a ship Azreal held not a single thread of hope of leaving this planet in any sort of feasible frame.

Thankfully, Ashrun's base was little more than a hop and a skip from his initial crash at. Azreal had not been one to ignore landmarks along the path they'd taken yesterday, and wouldn't need to be led by the hand back to where each had run into one another. The golden haired shifter came to an abrupt halt before the thinning line of trees opened up into a small clearing where his dilapidated craft lay in its sad state. "Well, it's still looking about the same as when I left it, and it seems to no longer be on fire. I'll take that as a positive." With oculars akin to that of a bird of prey Azreal scanned the area within his purview before tentatively stepping out from behind the organic cover. "I don't wish to linger very long, I still don't trust that others haven't taken note of my ship being here, and if I can avoid running into anyone else I'd prefer that."

Azreal approached his vessel trying to come up with the best course to ascend back up to the cockpit. Naturally, he could just shift into a creature with flight, but he'd yet to allocate this outfit Ashrun had given him into in easy to explain terms was a magical wardrobe used by many shapeshifting races, and as much as he wanted to change in the middle of the woods in front of his friend, he didn't. Coming from the side and tilting his head up to determine the relative height of an edge he could grab onto, Azreal stated to back up a ways to give himself a running start. With a leap of about ten feet he'd grip the edge of a wing with one hand, and with the other clutch the tarp, from there haul himself atop the wreck. Whether Ashrun wished to join him, he wasn't sure of, but before entering the ship, Azreal took a stroll to examine what exterior damage had been dealt by the missile as well as the impact.

Obviously, half a wing had been separated and lie somewhere in the distance torn off by one tree or another, with it whatever stabilizers and sub-light thrusters. Perhaps the worst of all, was that one of the trio of engine had been unfortunate enough to decide to fly off to parts unknown and likely explode in a fiery inferno. Whether or not the Varion would be able to make a lightspeed jump without the full set he couldn't be sure of. One saving grace was that for the most part, the hull was in one piece, which for the sake of integrity in trying to exit the atmosphere meant everything. Before hopping through the blown out screen for the cockpit, he'd echo to Ashrun one last time. "I shouldn't be more than a few minutes. If you need me, get my attention however you can." With that, Azreal vanished into the interior, shards of glass crunching underneath his steps. Everything seemed as he remembered in his hasty escape, but of most importance did those golden hues scout for the object of interest. Crammed in the back by the door was a singular briefcase to which Azreal knelt down to raise in one hand. A durable little package to be expected, this was his sole bartering chip whenever someone came searching it out.

The Varion was by no means a large starship, but it was a luxury shuttle and was built without constraints in terms of comfort. Setting the briefcase down in the captain's seat, Azreal made to explore the rest of the craft and see what he could salvage before checking the systems if at all possible. From the cockpit, he'd enter what was essentially seating area for passengers, the shuttle meant to carry a crew of about a dozen individuals for long distance travel. Considering the nature of this mission, the cabins for these individuals as well as most of the other amenities that people would then use were bare or lacking. In this, Azreal went straight to his designated room, a long drawn out sigh growled through gritted teeth as he realized that without power, getting the door open would be less than a simple task.

Clenching his fists, his shape began to alter. His mass grew somewhat in his clothing, though not enough to tear through it. The body would be familiar to Ashrun as the red scaled beast she'd been shown the night before. In theory the door should offer little resistance considering this was of no military design, and after one solid punch a sizable dent had been created. Another strike, then a third, after that the door was pushed inward off of its track to hit the flood behind it. Reverting to his default form, Azreal entered without the slightest trepidation. As he thought, there was a bit of disarray to the items now scattered about and from what he saw understood there was less than would be of actual use. A few personal items, rations that had been packed away for the trip, and several other things were collected within the tarp he had laid out across the flooring. wrapping it together, he'd wait to tie it off until he returned to the cockpit and tossed the briefcase into the makeshift bag of goods.

Setting the bag down, Azreal took a seat in the chair and set his digits to work across the central control console. To his surprise, it still functioned to a degree, even as wires dangled loose from overhead. Clearly the with the engines being inoperable there was no main source or power, what little there was to be had came from a backup generator. The display interface had been smashed as well, but Azreal could link his personal device on his wrist to be fed the diagnostic from the ship. All in all, this was better than he had assumed would be the case, but without a means to run the higher functions there was no possibility of dissuading intruders from trying to break in outside of manually camouflaging the exterior, which was nothing he wished to waste hours in the heat doing. Azreal would have to take a closer look at just what would need to be fixed at a later date, for now he'd expended as much of his self-allotted time.

Where as he'd shifted in his first leap from the cockpit, the athletic male kept his form for the same reason he decided to jump up in the first place. At least the height was nothing to cause him much worry, barely twenty feet at most. With the tarp over his shoulders he'd hit the ground and let go of it so he could roll with the impact, resting on his rear for a second with another sigh. His eyes looked for Ashrun as he pushed himself to his feet, reaching for his bag and waving her over. "I think we're finished here. I'm not sure I can do much on my own right now to fix any of the major systems, so I just hope the natives can leave this site well enough alone for a bit." The way Azreal had been describing what he might have been able to grab from the Varion had had have been somewhat disappointing considering how easily his regular form held the tarp containing everything he'd grabbed. "From here on out it's all you. I've not a clue as to what a day of gathering requires from you." Azreal was more than ready to learn though, as he wore a determined look to his face.</sub>

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RE: Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Hobo_Bob - 03-07-2016

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Aware magenta eyes watched Azreal pull the boots on - a little flip in her heart from the thought they would not fit - and take a few steps to test the boots once he stood. They seemed to be a good match, if not a little bigger than necessary. None the less the wearer did not mind the extra room. Should he not be accustomed to the terrain and his feet swell from the work, he would be glad for the extra room. This one looked down at the boots once more, to be certain that they were not too large then up at her new companion. Aware of his closeness and warmth.

She turned away from him a moment to hide a fake sneeze.

The ride to the surface was a quiet one. Both in their thoughts about their day to come. This one thought of the area she found him in. What would be around to forage or gather and creatures easy and large enough to lay traps for, also were any camps close by where they might find them. Her people were not to be trusted when it came to strangers or new things. Scavenge or kill for a new shiny, Ashrun worried about Azreal. And what he would do to protect himself.

But all those thoughts were paused once they were both outside. The suns had not fully risen - just enough to provide light - and the yet the air was heavy with moisture and not yet too warm. To Ashrun, it was a good morning.

The pair left the cave and covered the entrance one more, the river to their right making it impossible for either of them to speak till they entered the forest and made their way to his ship. Side by side, the pair walked. Azreal seemed to know the way. A little shock at having given her carefully hidden home and secret away to someone so soon but also that he was adapting to his surroundings. Light footed and sure steps moved side by side towards their destination. Still, the pair didn't speak till they paused at the treeline. Azreal lead the way to his ship since Ashrun had only found the man. What she saw was much larger than she would have thought for his vessel.

Almost taller than the trees, his ship looked terrifying. Her hands grasped at the side of her skirt and yet she did not show the uncertainty on her face. Her expressions once they were outside had seemed bored if not uninterested. Not like what she showed in the safety of her home. When Azreal spoke, she looked up at him and nodded without a word. She would keep watch for him, gather a few fruits and roots while he gathered things in his ship. Best to not have the other as a distraction. But the question was how was he to get up there? Surely he would need to change form and fly. Interest sparked in her eyes as she watched him examine what he could from down on the ground. Another possible form to see of a species she would not know about yet. More of a surprise when he merely gave himself a running jump up onto his ship.

Ashrun waved at him and his request to gather his attention when needed, lips parting to shout out a reply but paused and left her response as silence. There was no one around as far as she could tell, yet to be sure the less noise the pair made the better.

While Azreal took to his ship, Ashrun set herself to gathering from near by bushes, picking off the sall red barries from the frozen fruit dessert the pair had the night before. More would need to be gathered since she would be feeding two and to help prevent another trip outside of her home too soon. Three days worth of food could be gathered alone for herself. But with the additional mouth there would need to be at least 6 days to accommodate for her usual three. With her folding box full, she set it aside and worked on roots and things under the plants to eat. Staying within close proximity to the ship, trying to remain in constant view of it, Ashrun slowly moved on her hands and knees while she gathered. Digging and pulling up plants. Tasting for sweetness of ripeness. Not unlike shopping at a grocery, but more raw and dirty.

Lost in thought, Ashrun was at a plant right under the ship when she heard the grunt from Azreals fall. Standing up right rather quickly, she almost hit her head on the belly of the ship. But, being as small as she was her hair tapped the metal which caused her to duck again rather quickly to her hands and knees again. "I'm here...." she voiced softly while moving out from under the ship with her satchel full of roots in hand. Those reddish-purple orbs scanned the tarp he had brought down, full of his things from within the ship, and then to Azreal himself. He was not harmed from the leap and even wished to help her still. Unable to prevent it, she smiled as she moved closer to him and held up the half-full bag of roots. Dirt on her hands and clothes, a bit of mud swiped across her neck and cheek gave her an even more childish look. Like that of one making mud pies after a heavy rain. "Roots and vegetables that grow in the dirt. They are hard to find that have the right taste. Too old, and they are rocks to your teeth. Too young, and they are bitter. Just right, they taste crisp. Like what my father called a raw potato texture."

Ashrun handed him the long, hand shovel and the sack of roots. "I'll show you what to look for before digging. You'll get less dirty that way. Not remain clean, but less to scrub off later."

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RE: Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Ghostly - 08-10-2016

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A wide beaming smile floated about his features for but a moment as he took full view of Ashrun crawling out from under the wreck of his ship. Appearing as a child with too much free time spent rolling around in the damp earth to escape the heat, which did not entirely sound like such a bad plan as the sun beat down atop his head. Already he missed the cool interior of the facility where she lived, but at least it was a place of certainty he could return to in this otherwise foreign planet. A satchel held out for him to hold would be the greeting the received, as well as instructions on where to look and how to test for proper edibility. Peering inside to see the various plants and roots she'd picked in his absence away from her he was impressed at the haul. Covered once more he shouldered the bag at his side ready to put her knowledge to good use.

Azreal never envisioned himself on his knees digging through the earth, scavenging for food as though he were a savage. Stopping himself mid thought on that misguided term the shifter internally sighed and went about searching for fauna overlooked by Ashrun that he could give his hand in collecting on his own. Azreal had, for a the majority of his life, belonged to the upper echelon of society. Simply because these people were on a less developed world did not mean they deserved to be looked down upon by his bias.

In time, Azreal gathered a small collection of his own to add to the satchel, given a few more outings he felt confident he could bring in his weight of the duties in this regard, they'd been out long enough as it was, and both had an understanding of that no doubt. Wiping the mud covering his hand across his trousers, Azreal let out an exclamatory grunt while stretching his back. His brow wet with sweat, his muscles tight from bending over, filth caught underneath his normally well manicured nails, what a life to be suddenly thrust into.

"I assume it would be more beneficial for us to hunt down some wild game in addition to the plants we've gathered. I don't know about you, but I'd prefer not to eat roots and berries for the next few months." Looking towards Ashrun with a grin he hoped she caught that he was joking around, it was hard to tell with her as his sense of humor was often lost in this place. Still, he was in Ashrun's neck of the woods, literally. The golden locked fellow had little idea of the wildlife they would encounter, not to mention the area's they populated and how to track them. Azreal could be taught though, and he looked forward to the opportunity. "Who knows, if we encounter something larger than small rodents it would give me a chance to show off a new form to you."

It was easy enough to bait Ashrun in this manner, he knew she looked at this different faces in awe, the various alien races he'd gathered over the years. Rest assured, despite being a diplomat of sorts, Azreal knew that many conflicts could not be resolved with niceties and a silver tongue. Brute force was rarely a tactic he employed, but there was a time and a place for lean muscles, razor sharp teeth, and claws.</sub>

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