A meeting place

[Verina]

a place of interesting meeting?

[Verina]

Heavy rain was like a soothing balm against the summer heat. The humidity of recent days had made travel rather gruesome for the black fox. When that heat carried on into the night it made sleep difficult. So, while it made sleeping as she normally did difficult, Tiegan would be grateful for the cool rain. Making camp on the very edge of the tree line, in a spot where the grasses seemed tallest, she'd create a little shelter for herself where she could build a small fire with the bit of tender and dry grasses she'd collected before the storm; using what little dry wood she could locate in the immediate area to keep it up until she managed to doze off for a few short hours.

In the morning, Tiegan planned to make her way into the near by village for a few supplies, and to check the boards for anything of great interest, but for now the woman would shuck her layers of clothing, putting everything someplace safe, before leaving the shelter, her form, more or less, fading so to leave a large black fox to stand, soaking in the rain.

[Galvery]

Some time before the fox demon had bunked down for the night a vessel had flown over head with the Drilpi-Cordziz hybrid aboard an of course the ship in question was The Morph itself with Gallery at the helm. He had landed adjacent to where the creature lady bedded down, which the tall grass and trees as well the rain would drown out the scent and view of the ship. He had rested there for the time until the entity that controlled the space fairing vessel picked up the fox lady thing on radar, which Gallery of course would investigate and stealthily. He’d crawl on all fours as he was bombarded by the rain, moving closer and closer till he was almost right up on the woman, which he’d then poke his head up to watch her.

Observing her create the makeshift shelter he’d tilt his head, remaining down wind as he took in the events of what was occurring. He was about to reveal himself just then, but something unexpected happen and she was beginning to take her clothes off. Ducking back down he’d watch with a grin on his face whispering to himself, “Yeah. Time to get nice and clean.” He’d watch her look around and then he would too saying softly to himself, “Nope. No one observing. Get back to it you dirty strange looking woman.” Just as she got fully naked he says, “Time for me to make my move.” Suddenly as he was about to stand up she transformed and it threw him aloft, falling back he’d hit the back of his head on a log.

Laying there he’d say aloud, “Ouch…”

[Verina]

The sounds and movement the human form had missed, or otherwise not been listening for were neither missed, or ignored by the fox who went to investigate the source of the "ouch". her golden eyes were like embers of fire in the darkening night, as the oxen sized animal found herself towering over the sprawled form of a man.

it occurred to Tiegan, as she tilted her head in annoyance at discovering the field was not unoccupied by another living soul, that she might have been spotted leaving her little shelter, and subsequently before her transformation. her tail, becoming increasingly soaked by the rain, much like the rest of her massive, fur covered body, thumped expectantly upon the ground. she wasn't particularly fond of men in general. A painful childhood made for a great teacher in that regard.

[Galvery]

The Drilpi-Cordziz half-breed would look up at the creature lady and would wave at the fox with a goofy grin saying, “Uh…uh… Hello.” If permitted he’d slowly begin to stand and then would brush the friction resistant material as well as the armor he wears before straightening. Looking down at the fox thing woman…whatever…Galvery would bow slightly before rising back up to scratch the back of his head. Looking side to side he chuckles nervously before saying, “I wasn’t spying on you.” Gulping he pulls at his collar and then would look the woman fox straight in the eyes saying, “I…I mean my ship picked you up on its motion sensor an I came to investigate.”

Looking over where his ship isn’t though it’s not fully visible he gestures saying, “I’m just over there.” Rolling his shoulders he shrugs nervously and the bears his teeth saying, “You are welcome to come in and get out of the rain.” If she were to follow the half High Elf would escorts her through the weeds and long grass to uncover his ship, which he then sends a telekinetic message to the entity that controls the ship saying, “Open the cockpit. We have a guest.” The hatch would indeed open and then Galvery looks to the other saying, “I’m Galvery by the way and this is my ship The Morph.” The ship was small in comparison to most as it could only house three people comfortable and was in the shape of a teardrop and had a pair of thruster engines on both sides, plus was a dull grey hue in means of color.

[Jeraldd]

"Oi, bugger off, why don't you? If I drop a crumb, just deal with it, yeah? Not like you don't already smell like elf nuts already! Just... stop it, Morph!" The feline-esque body grasps tightly to the handle of that refridgerator nestled in the corner of the ship, in a room that had been used as the kitchen for the most part. A place to cook their food, store snacks, as well as drinks which is what Jerald is currently trying to get to, but unfortunately, Morph has taken over control of the electronic in order to keep him from breaching the fridge. You vile rat. Clean your mess, and perhaps I'll reconsider. Sure enough, he'd left a bag of shroomchips on a seat nearby, and had left maybe a dusting of crumbs on the cushion. Booted feet are pressed to the flat of the fridge door while both hands pull violently at the handle. "Nuh uh! Give me my drink, you overgrown toaster over!"

And this is the sight that Galvery and his guest walk in upon. At least Jerald's dressed, wearing a black t-shirt and baggy olive-green cargo pants, his tail flicking angrily as both ears pin back in frustration. Eyes the color of rubies snap up and stare towards Galvery and the female creature, very slowly lowering his feet from the fridge and huffing under his breath. "Who's this? You can't just bring anyone onto your ship, man, sheesh." He shakes his head, pointing to the fridge with a grunt. "Tell your ship to give me my drink." A soda he'd had stored in the fridge for a while now. Once Galvery gives that ship its command and Jerald is granted with his drink, he grins, sticking his tongue out. "Stupid piece of tin." With that, he's grabbing his drink and returning to his seat, where he props his feet up and opens his drink, once again glancing towards Galvery and the 'guest'.

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