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I just found a screen shot of Kor’akk that made me laugh too much. It was during a Rp battle skit with Zekoa, and Tase’laz in Zul’drak.  

“Dere be strength, a story of over comin’ tha’ steepest of obstacles. Little at a time am I ‘elpin’ Kor’akk see, dere is admiration even in tha’ t’ings dat we do not see for ourselves as attractive. After all..love isn’t about jus’ lovin’ one aspect of your mate. It’s lovin’ ev’ryt’ing, faults, weaknesses, shame….to love dat just as much as ya’ love ya’ mates strength, warm ‘earted and givin’ nature, all tha’ good t’ings dat ‘eld an attraction. ‘E may not favor ‘is injury to well, but at least ‘e knows someone does….and dat’s me. And I believe it ‘elps ‘im live wit’ it more easier den ‘e has in a very long time. So I t’ink….dat answers your question.” His smile held fondness as well as his voice as he spoke of Kor’akk, pretty much smitten in his own way of words.

“I ask simply to hear the truth. Last I was among people, there was far too much talk of mates falling out, of splits and anger and hatred. I’m still not inclined to be searching for a mate of my own, but it is good to hear another proclaim how happy he is with his. I am glad to hear that your and Kor’akk’s bond is still strong.”

“As for you…..ya’ know. I wasn’t even lookin’ for a mate…and den Kor’akk showed up. So….watch out cause life likes to throw surprises…but den again. Life wouldn’t toss you somet’ing dat you weren’t ready for…so…it’s all in time. When and if you do get a mate, I look forward to tell all tha’ fun stories to’em dat will embarrass you.”  He grinned mischievously to soon lift his hands up. “I kid…” His smile remained as he spoke on. “Nah really…I’ll be ‘appy for you.”

All the same, she snorts, smiling at him when he finishes. “I’m glad you have Kor’akk, but I’m still not looking for a mate. Last time I had anything even remotely-” Kiri frowned. Romantic wasn’t the right word (well in a way it was, but she sure didn’t want to use it) and ‘mushy’ wasn’t the right one either. “-anything around that sort of thing, it ended badly. Time before that, the boy kept trying to blindside me to make me say yes. I’m not interested in a mate. I don’t think that will change soon. But I am happy to see you and Kor’akk fitting together so well still.”

“Dere be strength, a story of over comin’ tha’ steepest of obstacles. Little at a time am I ‘elpin’ Kor’akk see, dere is admiration even in tha’ t’ings dat we do not see for ourselves as attractive. After all..love isn’t about jus’ lovin’ one aspect of your mate. It’s lovin’ ev’ryt’ing, faults, weaknesses, shame….to love dat just as much as ya’ love ya’ mates strength, warm ‘earted and givin’ nature, all tha’ good t’ings dat ‘eld an attraction. ‘E may not favor ‘is injury to well, but at least ‘e knows someone does….and dat’s me. And I believe it ‘elps ‘im live wit’ it more easier den ‘e has in a very long time. So I t’ink….dat answers your question.” His smile held fondness as well as his voice as he spoke of Kor’akk, pretty much smitten in his own way of words.

“I ask simply to hear the truth. Last I was among people, there was far too much talk of mates falling out, of splits and anger and hatred. I’m still not inclined to be searching for a mate of my own, but it is good to hear another proclaim how happy he is with his. I am glad to hear that your and Kor’akk’s bond is still strong.”

“As for you…..ya’ know. I wasn’t even lookin’ for a mate…and den Kor’akk showed up. So….watch out cause life likes to throw surprises…but den again. Life wouldn’t toss you somet’ing dat you weren’t ready for…so…it’s all in time. When and if you do get a mate, I look forward to tell all tha’ fun stories to’em dat will embarrass you.”  He grinned mischievously to soon lift his hands up. “I kid…” His smile remained as he spoke on. “Nah really…I’ll be ‘appy for you.”

Well that was a voice he has not heard in what feels like, forever. A lift of his brow as he looked for the source to only spot Fahkiri not to far off. He looked tired but he held a light smirk with amusement in his gaze. “‘Ey dere Kiri, ‘ow ‘ave you been? Feels like a dang dog’s age since I seen you around.” His smirk became a smile soon after.

It had been a long time since they’d all seen each other and while there had been quite a few miscommunications and misstarts between them, she was happy to see the hunter. 

A small young voice spoke out. “Hi.”

Kiri smiled at the little one, waving at him. “Hello.” Whenever she approached trolls, she usually spoke in Zandali. “I really like your raptor. Does he have a name?”

Well that was a voice he has not heard in what feels like, forever. A lift of his brow as he looked for the source to only spot Fahkiri not to far off. He looked tired but he held a light smirk with amusement in his gaze. “‘Ey dere Kiri, ‘ow ‘ave you been? Feels like a dang dog’s age since I seen you around.” His smirk became a smile soon after.

It had been a long time since they’d all seen each other and while there had been quite a few miscommunications and misstarts between them, she was happy to see the hunter. 

Kor’akk was busy, fixing a drawer handle that had be accidently broken loose. He was widdling away working on getting it right. Hammering a nail in when he felt arms at his waist. Oh what was this? He smiled so big when Zekoa held to him, he forget about hammering in mid swing. ” Otay… ” He murred with affection, and just like that tossed the hammer to the counter and was following along to what Zekoa had lured him to, the chairs.  The deep purrs that was suddenly coming out him in an explosion, cooing as whatever stress he was feeling was just like that gone. ” Ooooh… ” He rattled turning his head towards those wonderful fingers doing there work upon his scalp, gripping just right to his hair. ” Dat da stuff. ” He grumbled, hardly holding still in his seat.