Thread: The Landing-Ryax and Moon

she giggled a little and nodded. we have many warriors. she agreed. and the Spidren are very useful for many things, even if they are very dangerous. the Cats all laughed at Meteo's excitement over the gems, and had to tell many people that they where not trading Spidren Gems for anything. they had to be earned after all, only two or three of the eyes turned out properly during the curing process, so they where very rare, only the one who brought down the Spidren was assured one of the special jewels. Amal himself had to explain that, as several of the women wanted one as badly as a two year old wants a piece of candy. Yes, i have hunted Spidren. Amal admitted, his cultured voice rich and warm with memory. it is how i got my gem. i was only forty years of age at the time, barley out of my First Fur. i was with my father and we where hunting Kikren, they are like very large rodents, and cause many problems for the forest. they are not native, and we often hold contests to see how many of the invasive little bastards we can kill. Amal admitted. i also have hunted Thuurin, large snakes, that make very nice clothes and armor. and there are very many of them. he grinned at the word 'Dragon' and shook his head. no no, Ikerit is not for hunting. they are of the gods. they are... how do you say, pets? freinds. they are only so big, not counting the tail. about three feet long. the tail itself looked like another two. they are friendly, and love to play, and hang around the village and wait for the Children to wake up. they eat the Ruala. the hottest peppers, no creature but the Ikerit can eat them. the Ruala, and the Ikerit, are of the Sun God Roan, and his element of Fire. to kill, or harm an Ikerit, is a death penalty. there was a pause. we have an Ikerit on board. you may see him tomorrow. he is very mischievous, but he is only a very small baby. he cannot fly yet, or breath the little flames. a baby dragon... the ladies where going to go nuts. only seventy years! Alma gasped, the other three cats gaping in astonishment as well. well, some can live to be upwards of a hundred, but that's pretty rare. one of the older women admitted, looking amused as the Cats glanced at one another. the average Life Cycle of a Ithreanian... or a 'Cat' as you call us, is around Five hundred years. Amal is two hundred and fifty, i am two hundred and thirty five. a 'Cat' is not an adult, or 'out of their first fur' until around thirty five or so. during their 'second fur' we usually explore out world and ourselves, finding what calls to us in life. some know earlier than others. once we have found out life's calling we hit 'Third fur' and that is when we are considered full adults. fourth fur is when we can no longer do what we love to do, either because we are maimed, or because we get too old. Alma explained, her head tilted a little. that is a great many components. she mused, looking astonished. we have many kinds of metals and minerals, but not so many as you seam to have on earth. she admitted. this planet is so rich with resources! Alma had to smirk as she watched Meteo watch Izrah 'Dance Human'. such weird dancing... hopping up and down and pressing yourself against others. from the way you all reacted to the suggestion of an Orgy, i would have thought that Human's wouldn't appreciate such carnal dancing. oh that's Dirty Dancing. young people dance like that. us older folks have real dances, with actual steps and rhythms. we'll make sure Izrah gets a rounded education. the Girl cats all giggled and Amal rolled his eyes as he started putting out the grill. it is late now. it is time for sleeping and resting. Amal stated, Alma sulking as she looked at Meteo. in the morning maybe we could look at your charts of minerals? she asked hopefully. Amal is right, it is late, and the human kittens are falling asleep in the dirt... not, i think, a place for Human Kittens to sleep? she asked, giggling as Parents turned in astonishment to see that their offspring where indeed sleeping in the grass. i must admit, i am tired myself, i have been awake for far too long, and now that the thrill and excitement is over, i am beginning to feel very tired. tomorrow, we will arrange for tours of our ship, so you can see the technology. Alma decided happily. and then the four of us will look for more things to study. Amal really wants to show off his weapons. he made most of them himself. she admitted with a small giggle. before giving Meteo a very nice Kiss, right on the lips, purring happily before she took their table of trading items inside the ship, the other Cat's all giving their goodbye's before retreating into the ship to sleep, the door closing firmly, but the lights, the few that had been on, turning off slowly, giving the humans the chance to find their way back in the dark. in the morning, around Noon, the Cat's had stepped back out of the ship, looking sluggish and sleepy, Tooth held a very tiny creature in her hands. it was the Ikerit, which was utterly adorable, so small it fit in the palm of a grown woman's hand, and was clearly wanting to get onto the ground so it could run around. as expected, the women and children fell in love with the tiny creature instantly, whose name was apparently Erio, which meant Mischief Maker. which was very apt, the tiny would be Dragon had already tried to eat two shirts and a ponytail, had spit smoke at a man, smearing the poor fellows face with ash and soot, and had peed on someone's shoe. there where a lot more people there now, as family had been called in, and freinds, word was spreading about the peaceful, pretty aliens who wanted to trade. this is what the Ikerit baby looks like isn't it adorable!?