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Link to chapter 2: Closer Than Friends. Chapter 2

Rain continued to fall. Testing grip and awareness as it made the grass sleek and hard for some to get a grip without digging into the dirt below it. A large bull, holding the football in his hand looked forward to who he would be blocking. His nose flared as he exhaled heavily. His voice came grizzly as he panted. "You sleeping back there?" He joked. Knowing practice was almost over. Dirt matting his thick fur.

"Yeah. Just needed, to catch a breather." Stan spoke in broken English. "Hike!" He shouted, hands naturally protecting his groin as Gregg seemed to know how to keep him focused on the ball. Although he was glad he wore a cup for the first few times.

For a while, Stan studied the field. A rash growing near th inside of his right elbow. A layer of mud doing little to help protect it from the wet jersey. He had to go for broke. A touchdown at this point would be the gamebreaker. Pull them out of the rear and then turn it into a game of stalling.

Two walls pushed at each other. Grass being ripped from their roots each small step they took. Gregg was facing his equal as he fought to overpower Jerome, a hazelnut brown horse. Although they always seemed to be testing each other anyways, but all the human knew was that his defensive line shouldn't falter. But the bull and horse together were workout partners as it was. both with enough muscle to hit yourself with a pellet shot out of an airsoft gun.

Holding the ball in his hand, he looked over the field; Hryssar and Knosh were relatively open. Hryssar, a raptor seemed to dart along the field. Knosh oth the otherhand. A lion. Actually converted from the cross country team was crowded. Something about his size making it hard to get above most of the team. Stanly could hear the air snap and a part of the field he wasn't familiar with as he threw it towards Hryssar, currently in a better location for a throw than Knosh. The throwing process being interrupted as an increasingly brown mass came at him. Colliding with his left side all together. Primarily the legs and lower back. While he was the only one on the team wearing pads, life moved in slow motion as he was lifted up with a tough shoulder. He could feel his bones splinter like a wet toothpick, holding together just barely. His head buzzed with an echoing thud that traveled through his spine and was reflected off the helmet. And he wasn't even on the ground yet. Stan could only close his eyes and hope.

And then he hit the ground. Mud splashing up, him rolling, and pain. A bad combination to finish what had happened to him. Nerve wracked, he struggled to sit up. Falling back to get greeted by muddied grass against his bare head. A few groans of pain meet his lips.

All went from there a spiraling haze as he lied there. He could see the short brown fur and strong jaw line that was Jerome. Lips at a respectable position as he sounded rather cocky and unphased by what he did. "I didn't mean to hit you that hard, come one. Get up." his hands moved to remove the helmet and pull the human up to a sitting position. A gentle nickering came out. "Motivation for next time." A short laugh came up from his thick chest. His lips rising to show his flat teeth.

A small bubble grew around Stan, several eyes looking in to see what had happened. Heavy breathing pushing down to a warmer epicenter. Welcome warmth for the weather, but oxygen was sucked from the small gaps between various feet.

Hryssar had jumped next to Jerome using his more arodynamic shape, he created an opening. His dirt covered scales seemed to be doing little to hide his emotions. Wide eyes to show more parts of white that are heard to see, snout parted to show parts of his teeth. And not to mention his talons digging into the ground tightly. His voice higher than normal to match his emotions. "Jerome, you know he is a human. He weighs as much as your leg. No matter how much padding he wore, you would hurt him." His head swiveled over, catching a muddied elbow in the cheek. "Are you alright?"

Before Stan could mutter a reply, the horse made a firm vulgar motion, bringing his arms to his side in a classic bravado pose. "Alright Stan, walk it off. We have a few minutes left for you to catch your breath, put your helmet on, and buy more padding. But least I can do is bring you to the sidelines." A sigh was audible over dissipating breaths. Two thick arms extending to the human.

"The pads didn't help at all, but I learned one thing. Don't tick you off." Stan spoke with a smile. Pulling himself up onto the side of Jerome. Limp leg bent more than noticeably. He gave a light smile towards Hryssar. Enjoying the fact it made his tail sway back and forth a little. And then a thick voice came from his left ear. "Well, perhaps, but you got mud on my neck. So I guess I have to tackle you again. And then since I am tired, I will use you as a cushion." A light neigh came from him. "No clue how you made it to varsity. Perhaps I annoyed that rat into wanting to suckle his mother for more milk or something." A short grin as he knew the real reason was when he decided to abduct him and force him to shower with the team.

He gave a firm punch to the horse's right arm. "First off." He swallowed audibly. His tone moving up to a releived tone. "And I survived being sacked by a horse. Least the pads are high quaality." He inhaled through gritted teeth. Trying to breathe out the pain. Catching eye on Jerome rubbing right above his hips. Gesturing towards it with his right hand.

"They did enough. Got your payback. Know that is going to be a bruise or two. And makes me hungry. Which goes to what doesn't nowadays?" Pulling Stan up, he walked with his arms extended. Showing off his strength once again.

The practice moved quickly, soon turning to a game of throwing mud at each other. Some pulling it out of their fur to throw. And then as quickly as it began, the team started to walk off field to the locker rooms. It did not take long for a dirt path that an expert tracker would wonder what was walking there, even if he saw it.

Stan had his back to Hryssar, removing his pads from his body and setting them aside. "I wish I could practice like you do." Gregg gave a snort from the other side of the lockers. And then a light laugh. Stan ignored him and crafted a pile of his pads on the bench. And then he started to remove his once blue practice shirt. Small specks of his black coffee colored hair through the mud. He slumped down, seeing a large muddy tail next to his head. "Watch your tail." He spoke, using his hand to shove it aside. Exposing the emerald and green scales. "Your scales seem to have gotten more vibrant."

"Hryssar can lift you up. But you can't be that tired can you?" His voice perked up. "I mean it was practice and do you have that scented stuff again? It was delightful for a small moment." He avoided the squestion about his scales for the time being. Not wanting to explain it in a locker room.

A soft laugh came form the human's small frame. "You creep me out at times. But I don't remember if I brought it back. Last thing I know was that you had it." He leaned forward to dig in his bag for his soap and a towel. Searching deeper, he had his pair of shorts. Only his orange and white towel was there for after the shower. "Hryssar, you have any soap, body wash, or anything?"

"Well, yeah. But I am not sure how it works on skin. Or if you would like the smell." He reached in his locker to grab a pink liquid filled container. And then he caught the shorts in sight. "I kind of remember using it. smelled like fruit. So I either gave it to you and you lost it. Or I might have taken a bite, was repulsed and threw it away." His eyes flicked back and forth. Knowing that fruit scented didn't mean fruit tasting. " But the stuff I have is more for mites. A cream moreso than bubble making." He turned clockwise, letting his tail close his locker. With a grin, he pulled the human back. "Don't fall!"

The sudden touch and pull startled him. His body jerking back with startled He suppressed the urge to give the raptor a firm punch in the throat and then stood up, back to his team friend. "Can you give me some privacy? Got to get my shorts on. I don't have the luxury of a slit or sheath to hide what I have."

"You mean to say you are embarrassed about exposing yourself?" He asked quietly.

"With a shower of males, yes. With you being you, yes. Oh and not to mention my first time showering with you all. If I remember correctly. I was hit along my back by Jerome's cock." A cough coming out of his parched throat. Quickly sating it with the last small swig of water form his bottle.

Hryssar turned away, chuckling at the memory. "We don't care so much about that in this school. And while it could do some emotional trauma. Be amazed how me threatening to bite it off if he brought it to me again. It worked to the point he wouldn't take it out again.And yoou also have to get used to us social beings, the whole hysteria about being nude isn't a problem in the showers, or my home. Would be pointless to give us clothes. By the way, hope you don't mind me and my talking." He began to hum out a short song. His head bobbing to a broken tune in his head, quickly transitioning to singing audible words. "And it starts, sometime around midnight. While I sit...to a bottle of love."

He shook his head. "You help me know that if I am stuck with you that you know a verse of two different songs, but not thesongs I would hear while I am getting undressed with a nude raptor behind me." He turned away from his scaled friend. His muddied shorts going first and put to the side. Then his boxers. Quickly, he pulled them down. Showing off his pale skin to the air. His feeble cock drained of blood and hidden as a stub above his balls. And then leaned forward to kick them off his feet and to start putting his feet into the holes. But he felt like he was being watched. A locker room of males, who would joke around with each other, wouldn't falter logic.

As he began to pull his shower shorts, or swim trunks, he looked back to lock eyes with a set of large green slitted eyes. "Hryssar!" He spoke with a stern tone. Then coming short of words to follow through.

Scales rose and teeth showed as he smiled heart fully. "You are so small without the pads on. It is quite funny." He lifted up his right hand, using his claw to press to Stan's head. "And fragile. But before you limp yourself to Jerome again, ready when you are." His body quickly moved, hips near the human. His head ducking down to pick up his soaps. "Could be worse. Could have a cat. Tim would be groping you already. Freshman year. I was in class with him first thing in the morning. Least he did it quickly..." He cooed under his tongue.

Hopping lightly over his empty bag, Stan hoisted his towel onto his locker door. His ankle giving mild discomfort as he walked the few steps to his walking stick. "Slow pace." His arm wrapped over the firm neck, and slid around over the mud. He gave a light chuckle. "We are a mess." His face beamed as he went past a laugh.

Together the two made a steady advance to the shower drips of mud falling with each sloppy step. The sound of running water and the constant pattering against tile helped to make it a bit more calming. "The two at the side far wall?" Stan asked. Using his left hand to point at the section of open ones.

The short walk that would take about five seconds if clear was well over thirty. Avoiding a collection of the other team members, and a few cold showers. Stan soon pushed off the scaled neck and turned the two showers on to the hot position. Jumping back at the shot of cold that swept over him. A light shriek gasping from him. Followed by a hissing laugh behind him.

The cold swept over like the first night of winter, violent shivers running rampant as he hobbled to the warmth that was out of the shower. His body pushing against a thick thigh. Then there was silence, waiting around with a gentle sway at his back. "You mind stop swinging your tail around and getting your hide in the shower?" An energetic tone sprouted in him as he thought about what he had just said. "And would you mind watching your tail this time?"

As he walked forward, the water melting the mud from his scales, doing similar actions to the human holding his breath under the water. For the raptor, he just had to stand there and most of the mud had went down either searching for a place of safety in small crevices near his legs and arms, or finding a home within the drainage pipes.

Although what happened next was predicted in theory, not in time. Hryssar turned to get his tail free of mud, hitting a firm bruise on the side of Stan. Giving a quick chuckle as he heard the light hiss behind him. A toothy smile and a shake of the head said it all.

Arching his body so his head lowered, and his tail raised, he gave a few wagging motions to get most of the mud. Giving a playful shrieking bark. "Feels like I should just start running forward and pounce on something. You know?" He wanted to start some sort of conversation, slightly embarrassed about wagging his tail up in the air to get rid of mud. "Little privacy by the way, kind of embarrassing." He gave a guilty smile.

Stan only rubbed his hands furiously in his hair, left eye opening to see a thickening olive colored stick waving at his side. It wasn't until he turned to see what had happened to his friend that he realized just what he was looking at, and then meet a green eye before turning around, pretending he saw nothing.

Unfortunately, the saurian caught him. "Never knew you were that curious to look at a raptor with his tail in the air." He gave a grin of irony. Waiting a small while before bending forward to pick up his pink soap. "You smell like meat. As well as bad."

His right hand rose in an open palm before smacking the firm hip of the raptor. He spoke in a mocking tone. "And you taste like southern fried crocodile. Now that is good meat right there. You know, reptilian." Walking up next to Hryssar, he looked at the bottle with a figurative question mark wearing a dunce cap over his head. "Mite-e-clenser? Generic brand?"

"No. Like it gets rid of mites." He was given a blank stair. A light hiss coming from him as he exhaled. "The fleas of reptiles?" And then he turned the bottle around and showed the diagrams. Annoyance held high. "The black dots on my scales, makes sure I don't have those black dots as they hurt."

Hryssar popped open the cap with his sharp teeth, stepping out of the water. The lather grew non-existing as it went over more like a cream. Smelling like wet shoes with a linen scent trying poorly to cover it up. Even if it looked like it should work for hair without making the scalp dry out and itch all night long.The smell took a moment to settle in. A quick pull back to the water to help the scent dissipate from within his nose. "That stuff smells horrible!" He gave a few shakes of his scrunched face before stepping out from the shower, watching his friend rub the cream over his face and neck. And then for the face to look up at him pleadingly. "Not going to happen. No way, no how. I don't see any black dots on you from here." Stan tried to get out of getting closer to the foul cleanser.

"But I can't reach my back and tail. And I need some help to get those. I will even get your back since you can never get it." His hand presenting the bottle.

A quick defensive tone shot back. "I am not letting your claws near my back! I have wounds from you to show how much damage they do." He turned his body to the left to show a few small cuts.

A soft advance and his head looking down and away in his form of puppy eyes. "But if I don't, then I would have to worry about them when I lay on the grass. And you know how much I like to lay on the grass too. Please?"

Stan shook his head, taking the bottle firmly. "You owe me for this." He squirted the thick cream along the thick muscle over his spine. "Hey Hryssar. So this isn't as...odd. How can you tell tat a female is attractive? Like Do they get breasts, or grow colorful scales or something?" He had set the bottle down, rubbing the cream around with both hands.

The rubbing elicited gentle croons and small squawks from him. "Breasts? No way at all. They are not attractive for my kind at all. I mean I see a few females with them, but I mean they are just fatty lumps on their chests. Ugly. And as for your other question." He paused to moan out as he felt the cream get worked into his scales by Stan's hands. "Sorry. But, we use scent, and the males are the ones who get the scale thing. Like for instance I will get emerald scales like the ones growing in at my hands and feet, and I think my head. Which shows I am mature to have... well?" He was lost for words on how to say it indirectly.

"Sex, the word is sex. And do you think I can see if I can take a few of your scales? Just so I can show you how little the difference is." His breath began to get elevated as he began to rub deep in Hryssar's left thigh. Digging his palm right in the muscle. More for a way of punishing him than directions on use.

"Ahh, Stan. That feels nice to have the muscle worked like that." His head lowered, turning to the left with a blissful smile planted on his head. A long croon vibrated his neck. "As much as I would love you to keep going, all this water isn't good for scale toughness so mind working on my tail now?"

The human balled up his left hand, giving a light punch to the thigh he was working on. "Getting pruned myself so guess it is mutual." his nose began to tingle from the smell, his brain no longer responding to it as well. But his hands did feel like they were coated in Chap Stick. Just waxy, all his pores in his hand filled so they are smooth as can be. As well as that he could feel his pulse to his fingertips and back to the knuckle.

He squeezed the bottle once again, the pink cream resting like strawberry pudding along his hand. He shook his head while muttering. "Now I see no way this will come back to me in a good way."

"Course it can. I mean Gregg needed help lifting weights, and Jerome needed people to brush him all the time. He still does, but as I said. We are more social than human schools are. And we are part of a team. Help each other out with these little things because then the will help you out." He straightened his tail out a bit, lowering it to a mid chest level instead of threatening to stab his eyes. "And before you ask, want to come over to my house after we get out?" he asked flatly.

"'I would rather not. I mean." He spread the cream along two large globs, starting at both the tip and base, he pulled his hands together. And then repeated the motion with a light twist to get the sides. "Well, I don't think I would want to be there. No offense, but your family is raptors and to have me over in time for dinner. Surely you watched cartoons enough so I don't have to explain this to you."

By this point, he was nearly rubbing his cheek against the tile. The feel of fingers pressing into his tail and running along it felt like a godsend. "Stan, it is fine. Murr father is an excellent hunter. We will have too much anyways, so we could use a bit of help eating it. I saw it this morning and I couldn't get my mouth to stop watering until lunch."

He had moved onto the middle part of the tail. His hands not fitting around nearly as much as he could barely wrap his hands around it and touch his own nail. He had to smile at himself. "I guess I can. Although not sure how it would work if I stay the night. And can you stop rubbing your face on the floor? It is making me uneasy." He spoke honestly. The sight that the raptor was enjoying this too much was giving the wrong image.

His voice couldn't contain his enjoyment from the massage. "We have all sorts of beds to sleep on. Quite comfortable too. And mind getting the bottom of my tail a bit more with your wrist finger? And if might be easier to drape it over your shoulder." he suggested.

His voice bubbled up to a controlled level. "Can you stop telling me how to follow directions? I mean sure I just want to figure out a bit more about this mass of flesh you keep hitting me with, and I don't want to look under your tail either. So it is staying down. Plus it only means you would owe me that little more wouldn't it?" He made a firm jab with his thumbs, circling them around the middle of his tail.

By this point, the entire football team had begun to dry off, some leaving. Gregg gave one last look at the two before cheerfully calling out. "Do a good job Stan. We are counting on him to be in top condition for Monday. And we had a rough couple of practices recently, and taking that as a sign." He gave a light chuckle. "Make sure he helps with that bruise on your leg." The bull gave a soft snort to get rid of a few stray droplets of water before walking to his locker.

Two showers still ran as the two had differing views of what was happening. His two hands with a reddening tingle was near the base. Soft hissing echoed from the shower as the hands seemed to hide behind the thickening tail. The humans hands were getting close to the base, the tail gleaming as the cream began to grow clear over the scales.

"Stan, I don't know how to say this. But." He had to pause as he felt the hands move down to his base. A light purring sound rising n his vibrating throat. "Ahh... careful though."

Meanwhile during this, the door to the school pool, the lone figure leaving from his favored form of exercise. Water dripped off his smooth skin as he walked the short distance and around the bend. The strange sound of a reptilian feline catching attention. More forced to pass by, his head turning to look at the source out of curiosity.

Looking in, the blue and white tiles allowed the olive colored raptor and the Caucasian human to stand out. But what really caught his eyes was that they were doing. A tapered tail raised up a little, and his rear raised. Making strange sounds as his head was in a state of bliss. The human was gently stroking the tail, but with his hips moving from the movements and breathing heavier than he should be. While he could feel his vent begin to swell, he watched a bit more before he looked down to see two small points just poke from his hidden area. And then he grinned, his lips letting his teeth show as he walked out near the exit. Making a small detour to grab an orange and white towel hanging off of a locker. He only needed it a little. A couple minutes later he propped the towel back on the locker, gravity quickly pulling the water down to the ends. With a steady pace, he would leave the building.

Stan's fingers moved down further, wondering just how the raptor was going to return the favor. A faint grin came as he could only imagine going to his old neighborhood riding on a raptor. As well as thinking about replaying one of his favorite scenes from Jurassic Park. Working down, he made his way to where his hands were brushing against the inside of Hryssar's thighs. As a cruel joke, he dug his left thumb up, while using his other thumb to provide more force. His thumb pushing in, actually into the base as unknowingly he had shoved his thumb into the raptor.

The feeling of actually being penetrated, by something so small, he lurched forwards away from him. Removing the finger from inside him. He then turned to face Stan; feeling violated despite knowing it wasn't intended. I. you. I think we are done for now." His clawed hands moved up to use the top most claw on each hand to turn off the shower, his tail lowered more than normal.

Following the raptor a short step. The pain in his leg seemed to come back with movement. he was wondering exactly what the matter was. "I didn't hurt you did I? I just pushed into your tail like I have been." He spoke in a soft tone. Taking another short step before he had to slide his right leg along. In the showers, his foot glided along water soaked tiles, and his shorts dripping water like his hair would, aiding in the path out of the showers. "Hryssar." His tone raising a little. "I am sorry about it, I didn't know it would have hurt you." Stan's right foot was now gripping at the dryer tiles, small jolts of pain surged up as his leg bent sharply, used to being able to move with ease.

"It wasn't that, and you didn't hurt me." He spoke quietly. "You penetrated me with your thumb. And I had to get away from it. Nothing against you, but. Well..." His left hand rose to scratch at his neck. "I think saying you are still staying the night would suffuce." He looked back with a smug grin. He wondered just how long Stan would last. Limp and all. "Do you need me to carry you or something? You humans are so useless when it comes to an ache in your leg. Father always says that a slow hunter never eats. So I guess translating to it. Without your mobility, you. Die? Apparently. But at least at my place you will be given meat to help with the soreness from practice. Your leg. Well my sister may have something to help. Although you could just let me repay the favor then."

Stan lumbered up closer to the scaled creature. Eyes weary from wincing in pain and exhausted from practice. "Then I would be going after your position. And beating you for our four laps on the track early on." He then near jumped forward to rest both hands on the entire back of the raptor. Stomach resting on the side. "How would your parent react to seeing a human draped over your back?"

"They wont, your not going to be up there long. I don't have a saddle, and Jerome doesn't own one to my knowledge. But we will walk in. and you would be able to smell the tastes from the meal my dad brings home. Think it is a deer or a elk. Not real sure. Both tantalizing." His tongue lapped up at both sides of his lips. "Try to get hungry as you are going to want all the nonsense out."

Stan tapped the thick thigh. "Whatever, just take me to my locker. And then Tuesday we can beat on Jerome." His eyes closed gently as he moved closer the warm neck, his body absorbing the heat from under him as his back shook to try and create warmth. "And you are a warm not understanding of stomach's being. But you are warm right now."

Together the two created a tauntingly slow pace to the lockers. Hryssar looking back over the rear of Stan. "Can you tell me why you really wear those? I mean you have to be naked sometime. Even if you might have to be without them at my home."

"Did I hear you right? You don't wear clothes in your house?" His eyes widened with a quick realization.

With a witty click, Hryssar pulled away from Stan. "A raptor with clothes on is a joke, plus you would enjoy it. But why do you wear shorts all the times we take a shower. If I can do it, so can you. I mean how bad is it?"

His right hand reached forward to grip the shorts. A slightly echoing slap didn't stop him from slipping his claws in to pull lightly on the shorts. "Take them off." He spoke in a slightly threatening tone.

Stan gripped the intruding hand with both of his hands and pulled them up. His shorts making a small snap along his waist. "Not now. As much as I would tell you why I wear loose shorts all the time, let me do it at my own pace. Our like my mom when I was little."

A light cooing sound came from Hryssar, stepping back to shake himself by swinging his tail. "You wouldn't be human if I was your mom." He chuckled out. "And I can imagine what you would be raised like."

Stan forced himself away from it, choosing to remain silent. Reaching for his towel, he drapped it over his head before feeling the cold around it. His arms unbending with a light elbow pop on his right side. His voice dullened to a spoons point. "Why is this all wet?"

"Just throw something on, you'll be free from it soon anyways. And this time it isn't to manhandle you either." He reached up to tap his lower jaw. Smiling as he heard a small groan. "And you wouldn't want to get a mess on them either."

Time itself wrapped around a finger in a string-like fashion. At first it takes a while but speeds up faster than it seems. But packing up all their small items, Hryssar trotted back to the showers to pick up his soap. A bit more unaware of the human following him with his eyes. "Hey Hrssar! Anything to worry about at your home?"

The walls echoed as he bent over to retreive his cream and soap. "Nothing much. I would say the nights as they get a bit chilly. But hey, I won't say anything if you sleep on my stomach. And we never used the soap."

Returning the call, the human looked away from his friend. "I would rather not have to. And I don't want to touch your soap. Or have it lathered on me." Zipping up his orange bag, Stan closed his locker, locking the pads and helmet in the process. "You ready?" He Stumbled to the far wall, leaning against it for support. "It isn't so bad if I leave it slow, but practice soreness isn't allowing the important movement to walk.

"That's why I am still here... Your walking stick, that if you annoy with finish the wound so I can have a chew toy." He gave a playful honking bark. "I love making noises." Dipping his head in, he scooped up Stan's arm so his neck rested between the arm and the chest. "This is going to be fun."

Nearly twenty minutes of walking, ten more than the usual time to get to Hryssar's home. At least, what one would consider a home at least. A large mound of dirt and grass, resembling an overgrown portion of a playground. From the top of the mound lied a small rusting vent. The door being nothing more than a rounded white fence wedged in the soil. To add to the mess was the tall grass and the beaten down path leading to the door.

"Hryssar? I don't mean to be rude. But I would hardly consider this a house." Lifting himself up off of his friends side, Stan limped forward to open the door. "Anything I should know before we go in?"

"Besides getting the schools be be que sauce on you? How you get a word from three letters I need to figure out." His right arm moved up to scratch his chin. Voice calling out as he scooped up Stan's arm and used his teeth to open the door. "I'm home!" He called out, stunningly matured.

Having little choice, Stan walked through a dim hallway at a downwards slope, a small light up ahead. He spoke up faintly in the raptors ear slit. "This place is giving me the creeps." He pushed out a light chuckled. Hoping that if he smiled that lights would illuminate his path.

A scratching sound came from around the bend, near the light source. Then a pair of audible inhales through ones nose. While deep and commanding obedience, a voice rose from what would be the dining room. "Ah... I should ask why you are late. But I think we have enough food for tonight. And yet you come home with more?" Twin feet scuffed the firm dirt as the talons slid against it.

Quick to speak up, Hryssar rose his voice. "No father. Friend from the team. I needed his help with a project and figured he would like to help us get rid of that deer you brought home." His left arm raising to stop Stan. He hissed out to his friend. "Hold your tongue."

A resounding laugh rose. Green eyes near glowing in the dim lights. "A project? More like an excuse to bring him here. We have a mirror and pencils here. Even paper. Draw yourself like normal artists do." A hint of sarcasm in his words. "Well, come in then friend of Hryssar." The scraping sounds rose quickly before he went into the lighted room.

"Art project?" A light sigh dropping from him. "For not having a thumb, seems unlikely."

"But at least I don't draw the line people like you do. I have seen your organizer." Hryssar started to walk forward. Clamping his jaw shut to let the clink of his teeth seem to make his mouth water. "Smells fresh and gamey. Like your hair." Soon after he had resistance pulling Stan. "You humans are so under developed."

"Least we have electricity." Stan spoke up as if it was on his mind.

"Your eyes aren't good in the dark. You can't smell things as much, and you can't run very fast. I say your behind." His head swiveled in a gloating fashion.

The two rounded the bend and was face to face with an open mouth. A shriek erupting from Stan. Pinned in about every direction he could go b scales. "Relax human... Your friend of family. Wouldn't eat you unless you give me a reason to." the large raptor gave a toothy smile.

"Thank you. I think? But can you enlighten me on what you brought home to have me worry about my chest being covered in drool?" He pushed off of Hryssar again. Standing tall to cover his limp.

"Deer. Took me all day to prepare it and relax a little in between. And I mean catch up on sleep and then somewhat recently rip off the limbs." Stepping back, he exposed the open corpse on a table. Fur and all with noticeable teeth marks where he disconnected the limbs. His head swinging towards Stan. Almost trying to care as he watched him limp forward. "Hryssar, did you forget your lunch? Seems as if he is walking with a chunk of his leg off."

One thing that seemed to grind the wall between joking around and being disrespectful was soon fine sand. His anger jumping up into his tone. "Can you not call me human or prey? And I don't think I would be here if Hryssar hurt me." His left hand slammed up against the firm dirt, narrowly avoiding the edge of a support beam.

While it should have been taken as a sign to stop, Varkul, Hryssar's father gave a strong grin. Shaking his head as he turned. "Take your anger out on the deer me boy. Otherwise it would just be uncustomary." Varkul slowly walked over to the far end of the table holding the deer on top. His hands digging tightly so the claws would pierce the flesh. The sharp teeth sinking in before he tugged at the thick thigh. Feeling the juices pool into his jaw and over his teeth. Small fibers tearing as he pulled. Until they snapped free. Creating a overflowing pool at the large raptor's chin, easily seeping out from in between the teeth.

Leaning closer, Hryssar spoke lightly. "Come on. Try it. I havn't ever gotten sick or had problems. You only have to worry if you process it like into hamburger meat. Though they ruin it with bread in my opinion." Making small hoping motions, he started to jog up near his father. More than happily going for the organs. Coating his snout with a thick layer of crimson, turning it brown to match what he pulled out. While chewy and thick, the liver was something he almost had to have.

With each bite into the liver, he tried to beckon Stan into at least trying one bite. And then he had an idea. Perhaps it was his lack of an ability to get anything off the deer. A small mouth couldn't try to even get to the good parts. Opening his jaw to drop a large portion of the liver, he broke into the ribs, pulling the flesh off of a bone and plucking it from his tongue into his claw. "Hey Stan." He said while walking closer.

"Yeah?" Stan shuffled his left foot to a better position. And then unknowingly walked closer to his friend. His eyes fixated primarily on just how much meat was on a thigh of a deer. And as well as how much of it was gone so fast. "Hryssar? Would you mind if I were to." His words were quickly cut off with a scaled hand cupping a piece of rib meat pushed it in. His face near instantly twisting into a gagging disgust. His hand jolting up to remove Hryssar's hand. Spitting the meat out. "What the hell Hryssar! I am not a raw meat eater."

All squishing sounds of soft chews dropped. Varkul eyeing him with suspicion. Hryssar a look of shock. "If you excuse me, I will just find your room and lie down for a moment." As he turned to walk away he listened to the sounds the two made and turned into the hallway. Traveling down further from the entrance. And when he wanted to just turn and walk out the door and towards his own home, a thick head came under his arm. One now carrying a large piece of meat that strained his jaw just to hold. Looking at him with one large eye and turning him to another ramp.

It was a short trip, one causing a few trips on Stan's part into his friend. And then they turned again into a simple cloth drape for a door and was inside a oval shaped room. In the far end was a large topped stool, flat and not designed for sitting on. The light was a combination of lamps. Small, bright enough to see without strain, and showing that they had some form of electricity in the low tech cave they called a house. Stepping in a little more, there was a large stack of hay, combined with what must have been fur from another deer.

"Not to point this out so soon, but where would I sleep?" Stan asked quizingly. Running his hand along the edge of the mound. Easily making note of the shape of the indent.

Placing the chunk of meat down, the raptor shrugged. "Perhaps... Maybe we can just share it. I mean there is enough room for two of me if done just right. And the nights can get pretty cold." He made a sign that he was done by pulling off a smaller, bite sized piece. Swallowing it quickly.

The facination with watching him just tear away a piece of meat seemed dulled with mention of sleeping with his friend. But a friend who was both male, and ate meat raw was even worse. "I don't think I can. Just that you're a male. And you can roll over and turn me into toothpaste."

"What's wrong with that? I don't bite when I sleep, or roll. And even then, I slept with my brothers and sisters all the time." He spoke before lifting the last of the meat into his mouth. Chewing it to have a sloshing sound come up.

At first, Stan just shook his head. Coming from a long sigh, he spoke flatly. "You don't seem to understand. Sleeping with another guy is considered gay behavior. Frowned on by society. That sort of thing." His hand gave a few pats on the firm back.

After finishing the last of the meat, Hryssar gave a light spin as he lowered himself. The indent matched his body as he craned his neck to face Stan. "Then suit yourself. I won't stop you from sleeping on the ground. But there is still room on this for you if you change your mind." His head moving back down so it was against the fur.

For Stan, he watched. Something about not seeing the sun set, or the lack of energy from practice. He gave a light yawn as he rested himself up against the far wall. The rounded bottom looking like it could serve some purpose of insulating him.

As the human lied down, trying to warm the lukewarm dirt, he moved himself in a fetal position. Back to the wall as he waited for himself to warm the dirt enough to fall asleep. All the while watching just how quickly Hryssar was able to get comfortable. But with each couple of breaths, he was realizing just how cold he was. Making the temptation to just rest even at the bottom of the makeshift bed, even more tempting.