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Rahma shrugged, not usually one to let something so minor get the better of him. Not meaningfully, anyways. "Eh, it's whatever. I'm told I'm pretty good at slinging names, myself," he said, the hairs on the back of his neck finally starting to settle down a bit. Nix's offer earned a quirk of...

Was it big of him? Rahma had always thought it more selfish than anything. "Patience has never been my strong suit. If it was I would've just ignored the buzzing and left you alone." Rahma shook his head, whipping his fair about and clearing any stray strands from his eyeline. "No, it's not my...

Rahma grit his teeth and squinted down at the diminutive cat woman. "Oh, don't get all fuckin' huffy with me after you just called me 'mongrel,' for Annuk's sake..." He planted his butt in the stands, resting his elbows atop his knees. Another good ten minutes of this crap and he could get...

Couldn't say he blamed the aggression. Rahma had acted the exact same way the first time he'd met another...weird animal person, whatever they were. Only reason he wasn't attacking her right now was that he'd already done this song and dance a few times before. "Then give it a few fuckin'...

Despite his every intention not to, Rahma's nose curled into a nasty snarl. His legs had taken on their digitigrade shape that they often did when the shift took hold. Overall he looked remarkably more feral than he ordinarily would. "Me. You. Us. Whatever you wanna call it," Rahma called back...

Flick, flick. Rahma's ears twitched as he scanned the stands, then the ringside. No sign of anything suspicious, no one picking pockets, no belligerence...ah, wait. There. A blessing and a curse wrought by the damned animal parts of him, sometimes better-than-average senses were good for...

Ragash, the Brazen City. Another month, another round of bread and circuses on behalf of the good old boss-lady, Mistress Medja. Seemed like lately the Empress-Regent, Rahma's boss, was coming up with any excuse she could to throw some kind of party in some section of the Empire. Last month it...

"Good advice!" a voice agreed with Heller from among the Kaliti assailants. Dark, jackal-like ears flicked irritably atop a head of white hair as an ostentatiously dressed man walked to the front of the group. His expression took on a cocky smile, fangs glinting brightly within. "Keep your...

Seemed that Medja never failed to collect the weirdest people in Liadain under her wing. Not that Rahma was exempt from that description, of course. He let slip an exasperated laugh and shook his head, unable to fight the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You're both nuts," he said at...

An upper ear flicked in annoyance, Rahma slowly cocking his head as he looked at Len, much the same way as he would have if the man had suddenly sprouted a second head. "Balking" didn't even begin to cover the intense confusion and bewilderment that washed over the demi-jackal. Where did Medja...

Rahma watched as Rhix heaved himself over the lip of the Scar, lumbering his way back into camp like it was nothing. Hundreds, to have the strength and sheer fucking balls that guy had. Rahma was shaken from his stupor by the sudden intrusion of...some guy in really nice armor he wasn't familiar...

Some fucking festival. Why was it that, without fail, Rahma kept having to go under-fucking-ground? Lady Medja had been making some big moves as of late. After the last failed attempt at breaching the fathomless trench that was the Scar of Drakormir, the Smiter of Ragash had decided to take...

"Look, I don't--ugh." Every instinct in his body wanted to fight or fly in the face of close contact with this woman, especially given that awful, lingering sensation that had still not worked its way out. But if this was her way of pushing through all that, maybe she had the right idea. He...

The demi-jackal let out a "Tch." "Don't look at me like that." He'd never known someone to refer to literal broken bones as "scrapes" before, but he supposed he'd been through worse. It did seem to him that a winged creature should want to fly, and Noor certainly could not with her wings banged...

Even with that dreadful tingling fading and the realization that the two of them were on the same side, Rahma was still Rahma. As the fox woman approached him, he took one very purposeful step back. "By chance, or if the Mistress put us on assignment together, I guess," he replied, tucking his...