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The boy’s eyes darted over to the feline as the creature fell into her.  He jerked away, taking a defensive stance towards them both as Xell began to complain about the lack of light.

He slowly slipped the backpack off to the ground, not taking his eyes off the creature as he blindly rifled through it and pulled something out.

He’d seen this before, his adopted father lived through two wars, the result was moments nearly identical to what he’d just seen.  Was this guy even aware of what he was?  And what WAS he anyway?

[b][i]*thud*[/i][/b]

There was a soft noise of something meeting grass and soil at the Draconi’s feet.  He looked down, but it was hard to make out the object.  Suddenly a beam of light shot from the boy’s head, illuminating a small black torch on the ground.

The Lutran kept the headlamp focused on it, watching cautiously.