NPC Falyn

The legs were a little longer than he expected, as was the girl attached to them. She wasn't stuck too badly, but he did have to give a bit of a tug to get her out. There was a moment where she let out a, "Rrrow!" And the claws on her feet actually started to come out and one gave Tark a small scratch, but she didn't struggle.

Falyn was still in her sport bra and panties and didn't seem bothered by being seen, just a little uncomfortable. Other than the obvious Caitian differences, she looked a great deal like the young woman that Tark had encountered when he first met Kitty, nearly two year prior. Although mot quite as grown, there was an undeniable shift in her shape toward adulthood. The typically female hourglass form of her, including more pronounced muscle tone and the distinct addition of certain curves brought on by puberty.

Her belly was nearly hairless, much of her only having a very fine layer of fur that could only be seen when the light hit it right. The tone of the skin there was punctuated but pink stripes from where some of the heated plumbing had started to burn her. There was a tear in the top part of her bra. It didn't reveal anything to threaten her modesty, but did show a small wound that was bleeding. She was also covered in dirty smudges from head to toe. She had been sweating and some of her fur was damp from the perspiration. There were also a number of small scrapes and cuts on her knuckles and limbs in general.

Still huffing and puffing a bit, she checked herself over and gave a tiny chuckle, "My language? Mister Zolar, I'm nearly two years old...exactly what language do you think is appropriate for me? I'm not what you would call a typical toddler."

She put her hands on her hips, looking even more like her mother and grandmother as she did so, "That was very frustrating. Thanks for the help. I knew it was going to be a tight fit, as even before my growth spurt, it was a tight squeeze. I didn't think I would get stuck though."

Falyn tightened the ponytail her hair was tied up with then gestured with a thumb toward her repairs, "That should do it for now. I have a design modification in mind for the next time we give this baby some serious dock time. The current increase in flow will compensate for the new demands we're putting on the system."

Picking up her music device, she turned it off and gave a look to Tark, "I would appreciate it if you kept my music tastes, as well as my choice in phrases to express my frustrations as a little something between the two of us. It isn't that she doesn't know, but they tend to be quite different than her own and she likes to think that I'm more like her in such choices. We actually ARE very much alike in a great many ways, but there are sometimes small things that make all of us different." There was a hint of sadness in her shift of expression as she continued, "Mom is having a hard enough time with my growing up. I would rather not force her to face my impending mortality any sooner than she is ready for. I have come to grips with it all, but acceptance is typically the last and hardest stage of grief for most people. I love her too much to want to remind her of it without cause."

Falyn began picking up her outfit from the floor and starting to pull it on one more. It served to remind Tark of the similarities in the young women once more. He had unfortunately become far too familiar with what her mother had looked like when nude at the age of fourteen. Although some might have taken a certain degree of pleasure from such things, the memories Tark had of that time were far from appealing. Falyn was approaching the same age. He would guess at maybe thirteen to fourteen for her approximate equivalent age, but it was only a guess. Over the past few days, she had practically been growing in front of his eyes. The biggest difference was that Kitty had been more shy about her body, at least in some ways. Falyn had enough modesty to wear clothing, but otherwise didn't seem to really care about being seen, as if it simply wasn't a factor that she had time for. She didn't behave in a way that displayed her body, but seemed to find clothing only utilitarian and had little to no concern for the typical sexuality associated with most cultural views of the body.

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XO LtCmdr Samantha Waters
Lone Wolf
lonewolfdagaz@hotmail.com