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The serpents leaned back and looked around as his brain was trying to roll app the words he needed to say together in a way thinks would please Altair. But it seems like the tent was getting crowded. He slowly used his right arm to squeeze his left arm tighter to his side, putting the thumb of...

He was devastated. His people were devastated. Oxyotyl had lost his shipyards, forced out into the cold and away from the home he knew for his whole life. The majority of the Sluissi were in an uproar, they cared not for the ISC puppet placed in power. They wanted Oxyotyl. The Consortium brought...

... and now there was a brawl infront of the exit. Or atleast towards the exit Oxyotyl needed to use. A fat pig, a security droid, and a blond headed airhead. There was a joke to be made from those three, but it was not connecting in the serpentine's mind. Instead he lifted himself alittle...

Oxyotyl slowly blinked his eyes as he turned away from where he was looking, back at the mammal beside him. Fear. That is what this one smelled like. That is what most all of them smelled like. They were afraid of everything. Their cages were too small. Their handlers too rough. Their food too...

The serpents head slowly turned to the incoming male as his tounge quickly shot out and flicked back in. He gathered the scents around him, seeing who the other two really were. He could not gather information from like their chain code, but he could determine their health or if they are hiding...

Oxyotyl moved through the crowd gracefully, the rubies embroidered in his top softly glittering in the light. His left hand was tucked into its corresponding pocket as if he was casually holding it in there, but in actuality it was getting the crippled limb out of the way. Occasionally he...