[h3]ARIS THE OCULUS[/h3]
	Aris turned his head towards the new arrival with a vague, unseen interest. A second species it would seem. One different from the humans and the cyborgs he had encountered before, a being severely different from the surreal entity that glowed beside him.

	The gleaming gold of his armor reflected the dim light of the bar, vividly enhancing it and for a moment, allowing the others to see the world through his own blackened eyes. Through a vivid reinterpretation of colors.

	[color=gold][b] “Animals? They are sentient if they are. They remind me of the Hyenas on Mars--the endangered few that survived Earth's previous life. Descendants perhaps?”[/b][/color] His voice was rather loud as he scooted from his stool and approached with a steady, casual saunter. The three were muscled beasts, all standing on their hind legs and covered in tribal, scrap metal dress. Were they natives? Either way they interested him greatly. 

	Aris stopped in front of the three of them without a word as he looked them over. They were a head or so taller than him and if not for his “Starborne” would have been several times deadlier. His golden armor clattered as he folded his arms over his chest, ignored the following two, and instinctively stared up at the leader.

[@Cuddle Pot]