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[h3]Sunday 1900 Hours[/h3]
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Tokala inhaled as he tracked the members of the obsidian tribe. Large ears rotated as he listened to the sounds around him. His tail flicked and he continued moving. He dressed more casual then some in his jeans, tan t shirt, and black steel toe combat boots. The main reason being that he had to cut a slit or hole into every pair of jeans for his tail....and his undergarments. He paused and inhaled deeply getting his bearings on the scents. As he walked he continued to listen to the sounds around him.

The ruins were beautiful. He almost found himself wanting to run and be among the plants the surrounded them. He often felt thoughts like that...he would never admit it though. Admit that he didn't always feel fully human. He didn't want to feel like an outcast again.

Then, the sound of a shriek had his ears pointing forward and him moving faster. Several different thoughts racing through his mind as he went. He would never admit it, but he actually liked the tribe. He had no idea why, but he didn't want them hurt. He was too far to make it....he hoped they were okay.

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[h3]1930 hours[/h3]
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He found the dead blighter. The mutated rat smelled fresh...and so were the scents. He followed the scents and found the pharmacy and the group. He leaned against the wall and cleared his throat. Ears in such a way that it showed just how proud he was that he found them. One leg crossed the other and his arms crossed. He tilted his head to the side, hazel eyes looked over the group. [color=orange]"Hey guys."[/color]