[Center][h1]Skahn Dra[/h1][/center]

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[Center]As the comforting warmth of the sun began to fade of the horizon, Skahn began to make their way from the outskirts of Sando into the city proper. Their massive chitinous form was covered lightly by brown ragged cloth, and straps of leather which held the ensemble together. Soft-skins made way for Skahn as they lumbered quietly and quickly through the streets and the night-vendors who were begining to sell their wares of food, blanket and kindling gave Skahn looks of suspicion and distrust. Zitan were not to be trusted, after all.

   The smells of cooking meat and smoke from fires, both for cooking and warmth, wafted past the Zitan's antennae, which began to twitch.* For a brief moment Skahn considered attempting to purchase some of the food, but quickly perished the thought. Most soft-skins would not sell to Skahn, and besides, they had other things to do. The Runners had told Skahn to come to the stables, there was work to be done. So Skahn obeyed, and dutifully waded through the small soft-skins to the meeting.

   It had been an interesting experience applying for the Sunrunners. Skahn had imagined that they did not get many Zitan, and for good reason. Runners were often the ones who cleared out Zitan camps from the outskirts of towns and villages. While Skahn had been subject to this a time or two, they held no ill will toward the organization, and had in fact, decided to join the organization after they had saved Skahn's own life. Now Skahn would work with them to save the lives of others. It was an interesting twist in the sands, as Skahn's elders used to say.

   Skahn made their way to the stables, odd construction that they were, to find a small gathering of soft skins and boga. Skahn's plates began to itch, for Skahn found the Boga to be rather unnerving. Something about their bird like beaks and feathers set Skahn on edge. Skahn was not the only Zitan to feel this aversion, which is why so many Zitan choose to cross the desert in groups, rather than on boga-back. So Skahn skirted the creatures nervously as they made their way to the small group, and hoped that the mission was not to be done with the terrifying creatures.

   It seemed some of the soft skins seemed to be speaking together when Skahn approached, so the seven foot Zitan attempted to at least make a graceful entrance into the conversation. Skahn fixed their lidless jet black eyes on the group and their middle arms came free of the cloak and  made a small, friendly wave, before they began to use hand-speak.
 
  [B] "Greetings, friends. Skahn apologizes for the intrusion, but is this The meeting of Runners for the job to Ruk?"[/b]
   
    While Skahn's hands moved at a rapid clip, transcribing the creatures thoughts into movement, Skahn attempted to speak in common, a rather daunting prospect that oftentimes resulted in a mass of hisses and clicks that were unintelligible. This time Skahn managed form only one, barely cohesive word, [b]"Runners?"[/b]
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E f f e c t s : 
None (?)

W i t h : Karissa, Asante, Hawke

N o t e s :
*Skahn can only smell or taste through their Antennae [/sup][/center]