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Owner	Pose
Ineryon	For the time being, Ineryon Valos has decided to snack on something easier to catch than a prey animal; this isn't to say that he's especially lazy, however, with the wild fruit being in abundance, with snow still yet to coat the floor or the canopy. Rather than delve deeper into the Light Forest where there are an array of instruments producing music, he stays in the area where he's within enough of a range that he can barely make it out, albeit not to the degree that it'll cause him distress, seeing that music was debilitating for this drow. Even being where he was made things remotely uncomfortable, but it was to the degree that he could handle it without exerting real self-control-- if a big horn sheep with a golden fleece suddenly charged through and into that woodland, one could be assured it would live another day if Ineryon was the only predator about, for he'd have not a singular intention of pursuing it into that realm of torment! In any case, the berries in the vicinity were substantial enough to forestall the dark elf's hunger, plus there was scant possibility that one of his kind would be willing to venture further into the foliage.... His search for his own ilk would be directed towards another location, soon enough.
Ainsley	Ainsley was just going for a walk. An innocent trip, where she would observe the trees that had changed during the Autumn months and memorize what this area of the Multiverse looked like. As it was near enough to a warp gate, she felt comfortable just wandering around off the beaten path, and that is what leads her to roughly the same area as Ineryon. His presence here in the Light Forests isn't something she pays much attention to at first, when she ambles into the clearing that he's at. Once she spots him, though, she hesitates, as if he were a sight she didn't expect out here. His dark armor and apparent 'dark elf' appearance almost makes her think that he's someone completely different, but she eventually begins to approach with an aimless curiosity. The lithe, snake-like woman stops before Ineryon and gives him a pleasant, "Hello." She follows up, punctuated by a half-curtsey, "My name is Ainsley."
Ineryon	Before seeing Ainsley, Ineryon is aware that she's around, mostly due to what sounds can be heard of feet moving, seeing that the woman wasn't floating. He's not sure if the creature is intelligent or not, but because it doesn't move in a fashion that indicates the lizard is stalking him, the dark elf doesn't assume she's planning to make a meal out of him. Eventually, she begins to speak, which alludes to the notion that she's not so dullard that he'll be unable to communicate-- this isn't to say he's a real socialite, yet, there's something to be said for being able to communicate with a being as large and as reptilian as Ainsley; being around a komodo dragon would've been more disconcerting, at the bare minimum. "Well... The name that I am usually referred to as, would be Ineryon Valos. First name is the given, second is the surname." He pauses, "Are you.... carnivorous?"
Ainsley	The lizard-like traits are softened by the way her face can make clear and easy to read expressions, like the smile she shows toward him when he introduces himself, and the bigger, more entertained smile when he asks if she's carnivorous. Ainsley pauses a beat to take that in, blinking once. She tries to think of a way to answer that, and decides to say, "Omnivorous. I prefer bugs, though." After that, she gives a bit of a shrug. "What, were you afraid I would try to eat you?" This is something that is a valid concern in her world, after all. "So should I call you Ineryon, or Valos? I am not sure what would be appropriate. 'Mister' Valos?" She doesn't look at him while she asks that, instead looking around at the nearby fruit-bearing trees. Distracted by the potential for a snack, she floats up almost weightlessly to pluck one off a branch, examines it for ripeness, and lands again, disturbing the leaves at her feet in a near-perfect circle. He mentioned food, so she wanted to grab something for her own hunger.
Ineryon	Plucking a few more berries and popping them into his mouth, the dark elf listens to Ainsley as she explains her dietary needs. He'd not heard of lizards or reptiles that didn't exclusively eat muscle tissue of some type, or even marrow, however, the Multiverse contained more than numerous brands of bipedals, therefore, he takes it in stride until she inquires as to his reasoning for asking the question that he did, "If I met a crocodile, I'd wonder what it felt towards me. If I met a lion, I'd also wonder what it felt, upon eyeing me. If I saw even my own kin, and that individual looked extremely famished, I might end up on their menu, in addition, since cannibalism isn't outside the scope of what one might call 'educated' sorts." He bobs his head back and forth, "...It's definitely within the realm of possibility that if my own kind could eat me under some conditions, so could you.... and yet, for all I know, you might be quicker to devour me than the former." When she floats up to collect some fruit for herself, it becomes apparent that she is indeed, the type of person who's liable to indulge in both the animal, and plant variety of nutrition, so he feels more at ease investing in the idea that this 'croc' would be more likely to fill her belly on something which couldn't retaliate, such as fruit, than Ineryon himself. "....Hmm... What do you feel like calling me?", he feels that setting less restrictions on the woman(?) was likely to keep any tensions from rising unnecessarily.
Ainsley	Ainsley considers Ineryon's points while she's chewing on a piece of fruit that isn't particularly notable. She looks a little silly when she does this, as she's got a bigger mouth, though it's pretty clear that her teeth have a lot of sharp points, but aren't entirely carnivorous. And not big enough to really be scary. She smiles at Ineryon, only intrigued by his assessment of her potential threat. "I am closer to a snake than a crocodile or a lion." She wiggles her very long tail, waving the tuft at the end at him. "Ineryon, then." She leans and looks at his tail, apparently distracted by that. "I cannot place what you are supposed to be." She blinks once. "The skin and the ears are telling, but then the tail throws me off completely. What are you, exactly?" She does not realize that this could be offensive, just by how mild she is when she asks. She finishes off the piece of fruit, some kind of relative of the peach, and tosses the pit over her shoulder lazily.
Ineryon	Ineryon was in fact a dark elf, much like The Dark Elf, except Ineryon's tail was longer... he wasn't gangly, he wasn't hunched over, and his arms weren't elongated like that of an orangutan-- however, at least his horn looked the same! Dark Elves from his world and The Blue Planet weren't the same as those from some other realms, being that he bore a familiarity to Astos. Whatever the case, he took no issue with answering the question, "Conventionally.... I would be known as a dark elf." He continues to nibble at one of the wild fruits he was devouring; instead of gnawing at a larger morsel like a peach or an apple, he was focusing on berries. It might be noticed that his teeth were also considerably sharp, and by the same token.... here he was, eating vegetation just like the serpentine lady not far from his position. "The tree from which you took that fruit would be grateful. Its seed may germinate, since you saw fit not to discard it into a wastebasket." Not that there was any around, but like Ineryon had said-- fruits' seeds were designed to be treated like biodegradable material that would either maturate, or be destroyed naturally. "I don't know your anatomy that well. Would you say that you have a particular sex? Male? Female? Both? Other?" It seems he has no problem asking her prying questions either!
Ainsley	Ainsley is surprised by his comment about the seed. She looks over at where she threw it, apparently knowing exactly where it landed. She looks back over to Ineryon with her brows raised, both of which have small feathers in place of where a human's eyebrows would be. She crosses her arms and considers him, nodding, satisfied with his answer. "Dark elf. Hmm." The tail and horn, in particular, are what her eyes travel to, because they're what varies from the ones she's familiar with. "Female," she answers, then she looks down at herself, and smiles lightly, "Yes, I suppose I do look a little ambiguous on that front, huh? I thought my voice was obvious, but then it can be hard to tell." She places a hand on her flat chest self-consciously. Then she looks up at Ineryon, deciding to move on to a topic more suitable for someone she doesn't know very well. "Are you a traveller of some kind? You don't seem like a local. I'm travelling, too."