[hr][center][color=808B96][color=8493ca][h2][b]X e l l[/b][/h2][/color]Southeastern Mir [b]-[/b] The Fall[/color][/center]
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“Ain’t feel dangerous, oke.  Back dat way though?  Koud as fok.”

Xell suppressed surprise hearing the boy’s raspy voice crackle quietly not far from him. He also noted him standing back somewhat, still doning the headlamp as if to cover more surface area with it.
‘[i]So he can talk?’[/i] Xell scratched his head [i]‘what the hell is that dialect though? The way-upward mountains or something?’[/i] 


The Draconi turned back to the source of the voice in a slight daze. Perplextion washing over his face as he noted a strange hybrid like creature emerge from the shaded foliage. Her form outlined from the light coming off the Youth.

The newcomer appeared to be mostly canine but had feline traits. Even doning a pair of wings which didn’t look particularly fit for flight or other heavy duty aerodynamics.

“Ha.” Xell drawled curtly “you remind me of one of hell’s oil feathered serpents! I'd say that's why you survived this long in the Fall
without getting eaten.”
[i]‘Oh God, did I just say that out loud.’[/i] he bit his lower lip after his comment was met with silence.

“Where exactly are you trying to get to?” He said, adopting a friendlier tone. He’d give what the Youth said about the newcomer the benefit of the doubt.