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He's p short

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I don't think the Talgan VS fairy will be much of a showdown as much as it'll be Aes'tille immediately kicking Orren's ass and Orren slinking off with a bruised ego.

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Orren let out a startled yelp as the fairy began to do some kind of magic thing that he couldn't describe. It was like Talgan psychics, but a lot showy-er, and with a different result. The startled man fell backwards off his stool and landed his butt on the ground. He watched, wide eyed, as the fairy grew. Then, it once again challenged him. His pointed ears shifted back in irritation, his dignity being up for grabs. He wasn't going to let this pink fleshed roach creature wave it's sparkles in his face and get away with it! He completely disregarded the warnings of the younger man who had approached him. The fancy insect didn't look that tough.

The Talgan let out a growl that sounded almost canine, his fangs showing once again. His head tilted down, pointing his small horns towards the fairy as a threat. If he'd had a more notable rack, it may have actually been threatening. Orren shifted to pull his legs under him, then pounced up like a scaly cat. His claws outstretched as he went for a tackle, common sense left on the floor behind him.

The bartender began to make his way around the bar to break up the fight, although notably hesitant. Who should he pull off who? The magic wielding fairy or the guy with claws? By now the more drunken patrons were onlooking and cheering them to fight. Those who still had a lick of sense were getting up to leave.

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Orren was enjoying the fact that he was no longer on his feet; it had been a long a day. He didn't enjoy, however, being surrounded by all sorts of strange creatures he'd never even seen before. They ranged from a green giant to a talking cat. Seriously, where do these assholes keep coming from? He found himself hunkered over the counter in an attempt to ignore them, impatiently waiting on his drink. Talgan alcohol tolerance was embarrassingly low; one mug of mead would have his spirits considerably lifted. Until the damn thing was placed in front of him.

Orren leaned over to peer at the tiny creature in his mug, his lips curled back in a snarl. His sharp teeth showed: all points and accompanied by four, large canines. He was a pretty menacing little monster when he wanted to be, which, for the record, was often. He growled as the tiny thing crawled out of his cup and began to challenge him, as if it thought it had a chance. Orren could squish it with one thumb. Instead, he plucked it up by the wings, his claws dangerous close to the glittering paper.

"Bartender, what the fuck is the meaning of this?! There's a frilly cockroach in my drink!" The human turned and lumbered over to have a look. His eyes widened a bit when they landed upon the drunken fairy.
"That's a fairy, sir."
Orren paused for a moment, flabbergasted that the human seemed to miss the point. "I don't care if it's the queen of fucking Kaymari, I don't want it swimming in my cup! Now it's got it's dusty little insect particles all in my drink. I refuse to pay for this shitty excuse for service."

By this time, most of the people around the loud mouthed man had turned to see what he was yelling about.

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I would like to make a post but I'm stuck in one of my ruts :/ Maybe when I get back from school.

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Real life example: the difference between Chinese and Koreans. To those who don't know any better, they look the same. Their cultures, however, are very different.

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You mean 'that asshole over there'?

orren will prolly do pretty well

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Tatsua Aiisen said
Just one last thing I wanted to mention, your kitteh uses Sirius-oriented magic, so she would probably instantly recognize the magic of a Fairy when used, since all of their magic comes from the stars. Also, in her eyes, Aes'tille would probably glow rather brightly.

just something that should totes happen

aes'tille flits up to orren, prolly cuz he's being an asshole

and he's all like wtf is that the bugs here and huge holy shit

and just swats at her.

then she kicks his ass

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He remembered being nervous, as any young Talgan was. The moment that made pupas tremble in their coons was upon him. The test that would decide his fate for the rest of his pathetic life was knocking at his front door, a herd of buffalions behind it. The culture of his people would have him bend over and be slowly penetrated up the eggflap with a rusty spoon. Or perhaps he was just being over dramatic. Or perhaps he was being completely sensible.

The test would last a week. The first half was hands on. He would spar with other biyearlings, testing whether or not he was even worthy to exist on this planet. If he defeated at least three opponents, he was safe. Any more than 8, and he'd be considered for military training. He had only gotten to 5. Afterwards, he was tested on his ability to hunt, scavenge, and survive. Of course, if he failed this, he would die. He had passed fairly easily.

The second half of the test was written. He would be tested on his critical thinking and problem solving skills. He was given math, science, reading, and failed most of it miserably. In the end, Orren suspected that it was his cooking skills during the survival portion that had gotten him his job. He remembered the sheer relief that he wasn't going to be breaking rocks or cleaning sewer systems for the rest of his life. A cook was easy, remotely safe, and fairly interesting. He had felt as though he'd won the lottery.

Those days were long gone. Now, it was trudging across strange and alien lands, surrounded by people who had no healthy concept of fear or suspicion. The natives of these lands were so gullible that it almost made him feel guilty when he took advantage of them. It was like stepping on an egg. All he had to do to get decent fruit was pretend to be interested in a stand, distract the stall attendant, and slip something into his pocket. They took their eyes off of him so easily. And even if he was caught, the city guards were about as trained as a pup with a cold.

Another complaint he had, which he commonly griped about, was how crowded the cities were. In Talga, people were as spread out as they could possibly get. Living in close quarters was begging to be murdered. The only exception were the military bases, one of the only places where killing your peers was outlawed for the benefit of the country.

Orren found himself slinking through the streets of the sorry abomination that these people called civilization. He'd found out a while ago that attacking those who bumped into you like bumbling oafs was frowned upon as well. It was if natural selection didn't exist at all around here. You had to just put up with being jostled around, and if you so much as threw a punch, you were suddenly a criminal. The young Talgan brightened up a little as he came across one of the few great things the outer world had managed to create: a bar. The mysterious drink called alcohol made him feel less like biting someone's head off. He slipped inside and sat himself down at a barstool.

"What can I get for you?" A slightly overweight human leaned on the counter in front of him. Orren leaned away with a hint of disgust.
"I don't know. Give me some of that fermented honey and fruit shit." His voice was slightly rough. The bartender raised an eyebrow.
"You mean mead?"
"Whatever the fuck you call it."

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imma post

prolly a short post

dont feel like writing that much

i mostly want dinner

but its too early