[hr][center][color=808B96][color=ff00f5][h2][b]Yony[/b][/h2][/color] Southeastern Mir - The Fall[/color][/center]
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The young otter fought to parse the things going on while his thoughts and foreign thoughts swirled around in his brain trying to settle into something cohesive and understandable.  He watched the feline taunt the unidentifiable creature.  

‘[i]Russard you ass…  stop that shit… now.[/i]’

His mind said the phrase but it wouldn’t manifest, stuck as a thought and never given voice.  The other creature looked more like the cattle saurians they bred for food than any sentient he’d ever seen.  The emotions coming off him struck a chord with him, maybe between the obvious other Hemayan here and this guy he’d be…  The man’s voice changed, a tone that made his skin crawl, a veil clouding any real emotion.  Then he saw the eyes, he felt any hope he’d started gain wilt and shrivel away.  His eyes widened, not with mundane shock or fear, but with abject terror.  He watched the eyes return to a blue color, watched the creatures reaction, felt the emotion returning to him, it was… too similar.  The other creatures eyes could be a coincidences, he seen that kind of thing before, but the Thing hiding in this mostly furless man could not be anything else.  A word escaped him as a whisper.

“[color=ff00f5]No.[/color]”

“Hey,” a distraction had been coming from the side for some time, food other than the ration he had the day prior was now in his hand.  He had absentmindedly taken the offering before uttering the word.  Yonath tried to remember if he’d eaten that day but given the amount of ‘medicine’ he’d ingested he couldn’t really recall.  

The threat of night urged him to move, to follow, eyes constantly moving between watching the environment and stealthily as possible keep the odd looking creature’s location in his mind.