The creature continues to act in a very un-animal way, which oddly starts to reassure Flies. He lowers himself against the branch as he observes the other move slowly and speak again in that strange language. He then seems to offer an apple?
Flies isn't hungry, he's hunting for his people. He...
When the creature continues to unsheathe the blade Flies abruptly calms down in physical gesturing and Krik. This does not mean he has actually calmed down, however. He quickly climbs into several branches above himself in order to get out of reach of the blade.
He visibly frowns at the weapon...
Once situated in the tree's branch, Flies took some time to orient himself. He did this by gripping with his feet and lightly bobbing his tail behind him as he bobbed his head about like an owl or parrot might do. All the while, he watched the wingless stranger.
He wasn't surprised when he was...
Above the jungle canopy, a lone Krr'chee'aw soared with a shortbow strapped to his back. He wore light robes braided into a lightly protective armor-like garment. They had decorative tassels dyed into a pale yellow while the rest was brown. It was a hunter's outfit, not one for combat, and he...
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