[OOC- Related in a desperate bid to untarnish my reputation]
I had noticed the odd perambulative style of the strange Zorai as she (he?) navigated the camp. Curiousity got the better of me, so one day as she minced up to the stables, I "accidentally" ran over her foot with my slightly obese mek to facilitate a meeting. "Where did you get your licence to ride that thing?" shouted the now somewhat bruised Zorai. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry!" I lied, "put your foot up and I'll have a look at the damage." I'll admit that the foul language sprayed in my direction as I bandaged her slightly dented toe was unfit for the ears of any homin, and the excessive shrieking was unbecoming of one seeking acceptance as a homine. Three small fractures and she was behaving like a cup-cake!
She told me her name was Marceline and related the tale of her path to enlightenment. I felt a bit sorry for her to be honest- her awkward gait was very unfeminine, she moved like a 3 legged bodoc! She needed education in how to walk, talk and dress, so for a VERY small fee (I have overheads too!) I offered to show her where Marichia lived.
What followed was alarming to say the least..............Marceline was there ALL the time! Watching Marichia's every move like a hungry ragus, drooling all over the place and constantly trying to peek through the curtains. To be honest, I was starting to question her intentions. So when I saw the Zorai lingering with intent near the clothes-line, I watched long enough to see her deftly swipe a pair of Marichia's favourite undies and naturally, I raised the alarm. Now, it is common knowledge that a Matis and her underwear shall ne'er be parted.................................
I had noticed the odd perambulative style of the strange Zorai as she (he?) navigated the camp. Curiousity got the better of me, so one day as she minced up to the stables, I "accidentally" ran over her foot with my slightly obese mek to facilitate a meeting. "Where did you get your licence to ride that thing?" shouted the now somewhat bruised Zorai. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry!" I lied, "put your foot up and I'll have a look at the damage." I'll admit that the foul language sprayed in my direction as I bandaged her slightly dented toe was unfit for the ears of any homin, and the excessive shrieking was unbecoming of one seeking acceptance as a homine. Three small fractures and she was behaving like a cup-cake!
She told me her name was Marceline and related the tale of her path to enlightenment. I felt a bit sorry for her to be honest- her awkward gait was very unfeminine, she moved like a 3 legged bodoc! She needed education in how to walk, talk and dress, so for a VERY small fee (I have overheads too!) I offered to show her where Marichia lived.
What followed was alarming to say the least..............Marceline was there ALL the time! Watching Marichia's every move like a hungry ragus, drooling all over the place and constantly trying to peek through the curtains. To be honest, I was starting to question her intentions. So when I saw the Zorai lingering with intent near the clothes-line, I watched long enough to see her deftly swipe a pair of Marichia's favourite undies and naturally, I raised the alarm. Now, it is common knowledge that a Matis and her underwear shall ne'er be parted.................................