[center][h1][color=Red]Arex[/color][/h1][hr][color=gray]Location:[/color] [i]The Revenant.[/i][/center][center][color=gray]Interacting with:[/color] [@Xandrya] [@Crossfire][@PlatinumSkink] [hr][h2]***[/h2][/center]

Arex saw no reason to accompany his crew mates back to their quarters, he had already been there twice. Instead as the elevator doors shut with Amy and Grayson inside, Arex gave them a casual silent nod, forgetting that Amy was blind.


Something nearby caused a curious tingling within. As he cautiously neared the 'war room' the hairs on the back of his neck seemed to stand on end as he peered inside just in time to see Lataniva coming his way.

Arex already knew to fear this woman from her reputation alone. But he could not prepare himself for the overpowering feeling of her Sh'kwarr. Her physic aura.
If felt dark yet writhed with life. It was dense and dominant, strong and powerful in its firm controlled state, sharp piercing purposeful edges wrapped the perplexing controlled compressed force. 
Such a thing was hard to explain or comprehend with his half human mind but the Dalentian in him understood it well.
In comparison Arex's Sh'kwarr would appear as soft splotches of splayed wobbling jelly. Broken and incomplete. Without true form or structure.

In his first moments of exposure to a true Dalentian Arex found a new instinct to add to his basic fight or flight response, one that he never knew he had until now. It was of his Dalentian side, another of self preservation. The fearful subconscious physic animal within him wanted nothing more than to take his jelly aura and cocoon himself within it and hide away from this frightful presence. 
His outer brain combatted the idea. Not only did it show distrust but it would be a sign of insult to even think he could oppose her will, to think his Sh'kwarr was as strong as hers. 

Instead, with all his skill and self control he gives a greeting nod to those in the room and casually hurries off towards the medbay with a fake sense of urgency. Arex needed a moment to gather his thoughts. While he knew of the Dalentian's, he wasn't expecting or prepared for that response. Maybe it was further clue to who or what he himself was.