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Pojo felt cut off from the others, getting his feet under him again, all six lightly pushing the cannid initiate forwards after two more have fallen to his green blade. Pojo felt the rush of combat strain at his lungs, panting, trying to get enough air around the hilt clenched in his maw. Pojo...

Pojo felt more and more sure that this was the right direction. Six clawed feet clattered on the ground, launching him forwards, putting on a little more speed than B4-11 was able to cope with. Panting lightly, his excitement only grew when skidding around a corner, there Brynd'an was. A...

Pojo stood there too long, his focus pulled away from the situation, gripping the saber in his teeth, those solid yellow eyes made it difficult to tell where his focus rests. The orb that sat on the back of the belt holster did its best to look at the initiate, orange dot in its audio receptor...

Nose to the ground, another animal huffed about, weaving through the street, slipping by the legs of strangers. Six sets of claws weaved around each other, almost an awkward rhythm, but one that fell naturally on the beast who owned it. Two legs moved obviously together, four had some options...

Pojo didn't know what it was that he felt. His senses have been the focus of his studies, senses and control. It was...different than what he was use to, what he was use to being surrounded by when at the academy. He had been told he will know what it was when he felt it, and there was not...

Pojo was in his element now. Moving, speed, rolling with the terrain as six legs pushed him through with no need of force alteration to keep him with the group. Thick fur turned any reaching branches away as he kept near his master. It was hard to resist the temptation of exploration. The...

Pojo remained standing, six long lanky legs kept him steady on the ship despite pilot adjustments and any turbulence. Excitement bristled through him, though trying to keep calm his swaying tail continued to betray his mood. The others were all decked out in robes and armor and such. He...

Pojo has not been picked up yet.

Thanks for the suggestion. And the interest. If you get to that point, let me know. If Pojo is still masterless (or hasn't been changed to make it easier to play him normally) I could be interested. And looking at your guy's force focus, would be a good teacher for Pojo's focus.

Pojo is in need of a master still. Any interested parties please let me know, I would like to get him back in motion soon.

*barks* B4-11: "He says "Here"."

The halls remained quiet for a few moments. Off in a dark corner of the ship, the hexaped pup was pulled from sleep by an echoing shout. It wasn't often that he heard sounds from a ship. It was so much different from planets. The ambient sound from planets was always there. People...

Pojo was a bit thrown off when his new master seemed so distant about what just happened. Though the food was much better than whatever he had been eating the past few days, the meal itself seemed sour and rushed. What was he to say? Not that whatever he said would be directly understood...

Pojo's nose poked around the edge of the door, sniffing the air, curious as to what he was smelling. The temple didn't let him into the kitchen. Not any of the younglings, but especially not the ever-hungry Pojo. He kept near the door, thinking he was fairly sneaky and unnoticed. For B4-11...

B4-11 pondered the question. It floated to the side, within view over the counter, small enough that it wasn't in the way, and would shift away if he hindered access to a cabinet. "The Cordu-Ji species is a little restrictive of their history and lore, and most processes of metamorphosis is...

Pojo, at first, didn't want his paw touched. Flinching when it was grabbed, but once the healing started, he just waited. It wasn't often he felt that sort of energy. Of course at the temple there were healers. Stuck a bunch of kids who have a basic connection to the force into a small room...

Pojo seemed....disappointed. Ears drooped, head lowered. The focus he had gathered was unneeded, but he still used some of it to pull his own saber over. The covered saber rolled, and bounced a few times as it skittered across the floor, coming to a stop next to him. The holster was a little...

Pojo had not expected that the lightsaber sparring match would include some air time. Everything seemed in a haze as legs and space and balance flipped this way and that. Teeth clamped hard on the saber, as if it was going to save him from his sudden journey. How he did it, he didn't know...

Pojo watched as Xander turned around, entering the very room he has been in for days on end. Ears drooped when he showed interest in what the Wyrwulf could do. Maw opened, and B4-11 was able to zip out from those teeth, rising higher into the air to avoid being caught again. "Jedi Knight...

Bek's expression shifted more in sudden surprise and interest. "A shaman?" He asked, head tilted to the side. "Before I left home, I was in line to be the next shaman." He said, which if the scan was started already, would ring true. The hand was looked at a little funny as it reached...