[h3][b]Sarvenolos of the Third Fane of Tekumo[/b][/h3]
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Divaldo was not unaware of the threat.  Puffing himself up to his full, diminutive size, he reached behind his seat, producing a stick.  It was about a foot long, so propably large for him... "What the yotz is that void-cursed creature doing here?" he demanded imperiously, but with an edge of panic in his voice, "Get back, you glop-faced vorrak, or I’ll ram this stick down your throat!" he declared, waving it threateningly at the cat.

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Verminslayer didn't feel threatened by the stick at all. Instead, she perceived the stick as a toy, and the Gendari’s production of it… as an invitation to play. During all the time that she had spent as Sarvenolos’ master (which is just her entire life), the Morelian had used sticks, sticks with doodads, and feathers to keep her entertained. All the other people in her life, whose utter disappearance would be a point of confusion, did the same. 

The cat stood up on her two hind legs, raising her paws to swat at the stick that the Gendari Gloriont wielded. Her attacks struck true, as befitting a creature with superior reflexes to almost any sentient being, shunting the stick from left to right, then from right to left. She then grabbed the stick and nibbled at it. If she was a larger cat, she would have been able to simply drag the Gloriont from his mobility scooter and down into the ground. She could have done all that before Sarvenolos even got to her.

The cat barely even realized what happened next. Or rather, she… didn't really comprehend it. She had caught and devoured her fair share of mice and other vermin. That strange two-legged creature with a shining fang in his paw had attacked another man… before being himself attacked by another creature. Ah, well. Creatures kill other creatures all the time.

Not her pet, though.

“Ve- what is this?!” Sarve slithered into the room and immediately had to fight the urge to throw up. To describe the state of affairs that proceeded after his cat decided to run off was… well, to say ‘a lot’ would be an understatement. First of all, his cat was bothering a Gendari. Not just any other Gendari, mind you. Judging by the jewelry, meticulously groomed moustache and beard, and the fact that he has a mobility scooter, this particular Gendari was the Gloriont. He had read about the self-proclaimed leader of the Gendari species, who had basically sold his own people to corporate interests and slavery-in-all-but-name to enrich himself. 

Then, there was the man. A dead man, to be precise. He had… several vital parts missing.

Sarve lost the fight. He saved himself the indignity of throwing up on the floor itself, as his body was long and dextrous, allowing him to slither over to a nearby trash can to deposit the half-digested remains of his previous meal there. 

The cat threw up, too.

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“So. You're the Gloriont of the Gendari, right?” Sarve practically towered over the Gendari, even as he was seated on his mobility scooter. “Overprelate and Keeper of the Sacred Flame? I'll have to apologize for the scare that Verminslayer here must have caused you,” the Morelian spoke as the cat just… sat on his head. “You musn’t fear. She only catches mice and rats, and other tiny things. She recognises that you're a sapient.” The cat purred as he petted her with one of his prehensile tongues. “A small one, that is. Like a baby. She gets along well with babies. I imagine you'll get along well too, yes?”