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[poetwarrior]

While lots of human-style furniture is understandably meant for bipeds and little else, there is a K'da poet-warrior who is appreciating the chance to test out one of the chaise lounges in the Plaza, its cushion long enough to allow the entire length of the tiger-sized creature to stretch out comfortably, hanging his forepaws over the side.

Perhaps it's frivolous to spend his time this way when there are other things he could be doing, but he's been in the Nexus many times and never had reason to ask a question. That is no longer the case.

"Have you ever had cause to uproot yourself from your home and travel to places unknown, with no intention of returning? Did you encounter any difficulties that you had not expected?"

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[tielle_mortevus]

She shakes her head, rubbing her brow.

"My apologies. I suppose it was a bit presumptuous of me to assume our worlds would share any similarities, despite your striking resemblance to the dragons of my world. I suppose I have a few things to clarify then. Where to begin..."

She paused for a moment, deciding to start with the most relevant.

"Dragons are creatures from my plane of existence that share a striking resemblance to your K'da, as you call it. They are extremely powerful, their colored scales normally denoting their lineage, as well as their affinities, abilities, and even belie their personalities. Most are widely feared by those who don't understand the nuances of their kind, though some can be quite benevolent... others though I would advise to avoid at all costs."

She could go on for hours about the different kinds of dragons, but as the K'da seemed to only be free for so long, she decided not to prattle on about the subject for too long, instead deciding to answer his question.

"As for myself, I was human.... once... a very, very long time ago. I suppose one could say my kind has been cursed, though I've never really seen it as such. I am a vampire, immortal, I feed on the blood of the living."

Taking out her flask again, she gives it a light shake before putting it back at her hip.

"...Though you've nothing to worry about there. I've brought my own supply, and I only feed from willing donors. The last thing I need is to make enemies in such an unfamiliar place."

[poetwarrior]

How... interesting. He's going to have look into this dragon thing. Scale color for K'da isn't as significant as it is with these dragons, but he's interested to learn about other creatures, especially if they might share some similarities with his kind.

In any case, he'd thought he tasted the scent of blood on her, but he's not familiar enough with human scents to have been certain before. "K'da blood is not similar to human blood. It's possible you might not like the taste anyway." Still, good to know that he's relatively safe, even knowing about the anti-violence field already.

[tielle_mortevus]

She gave him a reassuring smile.

"I'm not even sure your blood with even work to be quite honest. Though, I am quite curious about your kind. I'd love to hear more if you have the time."

[poetwarrior]

Faris isn't quite as inclined to give as much information in one go as she, but he's gotten used to his species not being recognized, both here and when meeting other spacefaring civilizations in his own universe. Which is the goal, naturally, finding somewhere that neither the K'da or Shontine would be recognized, where they might be safe from their enemy.

"Are you familiar with the idea of symbiotic creatures?"

[tielle_mortevus]

She tilts her head curiously, pulling out a small leather bound book and a pen.

"Yes, I'm familiar with the concept. There are quite a few creatures from my world that follow a similar principle... some to more lethal effect than others..."

[poetwarrior]

Faris' ears go back slightly, though he is not too gravely offended by the comparison. She's only comparing it to what she knows. "Those that harm the host are not symbionts but parasites. A symbiont both benefits and gives in return. The K'da are such a species. Before six Earth hours pass, we must rest upon the surface of a suitable host's skin as a two-dimensional form. It is comparable in appearance to the human art form of tattoo."

[tielle_mortevus]

"Interesting, though I'm curious, what would happen if you are too late? Also, what would you consider a suitable host, and what benefits to they garner from this arrangement?"

While she is somewhat familiar with symbiotic relationships, the specific nature of the K'da's needs fascinate her. She begins jotting down some notes, eager to learn more.

[poetwarrior]

Faris looks at her in mild surprise, though it may be hard to read on an alien face. "We die," he says, quite simply. "I do not know what makes one host suitable and another not. We have learned through... trial and error?" He's not sure if that's the right phrase, but continues. "Shontine and humans are suitable, for example, but I could not simply wrap around a tree."

"A K'da gives his host companionship," he answers, as though that should be obvious. "There are also tactical benefits to having a hidden ally than cannot be disarmed, and K'da natural talents are also beneficial to the host. For example, when riding a host's skin, we can see over certain barriers. My temporary host referred to it as 'seeing through walls'."