poohma oh my god don't eat people

---> Poohma suggests eating Flapjack the fox

Poohma's lips lift as he bares his fangs in an approximation of a smile.

With a slight laugh, you say, "Maybe. Though, it would upset my dear Velcora greatly."

Poohma, of the Tide says, "I do not know this Velcora."

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "Mm, may meet her someday. They live in Serenwildes, though."

Lilalue Ka'liati says, "Try not to eat friends, Poohma."
Lilalue Ka'liati says, "Even friends of friends."

You grin mischievously at Lilalue.

Poohma's lips lower and his brow furrows slightly.

The beacons atop the city towers briefly throb with a pure white light, casting their lambency upon the dark streets beneath.

Poohma, of the Tide says to Lilalue, "That does not leave me with much prey, dear mentor."

Lilalue Ka'liati says, "There is plenty."
Lilalue Ka'liati smiles impishly and says, "You might have to go prowling, though, instead of waiting at the Pools for prey to stumble into your mouth."

Poohma, of the Tide says, "...that sounds like a racket."

You give a trillingly melodic laugh, your frills resonating with joy.
Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "A goodly place for hunting is the oceans. Or the sewers! But am not sure if you can enter those without a certain rank or skills, no."

Dark astral currents flow together and congeal into a mound of gibbering eyeballs.
Dark astral currents flow together and congeal into a giant dismembered tongue.
Falaine pats the head of a mechanical dog and a light goes on in its eyes.
Laser lines carrying bursts of steam, beams of holy light, and rainbow ribbons shoot from the eyes of a mechanical dog and hit a giant dismembered tongue.
The Medallion of Beauty worn by Falaine sends forth a stream of lavender-flecked golden light which shatters a giant dismembered tongue.

A mound of gibbering eyeballs rolls over Falaine and envelops her head in slime.
A mound of gibbering eyeballs stares at Falaine coldly and her body shivers in response.
Falaine has writhed free of her entanglement.
A mound of gibbering eyeballs stares at Falaine coldly and her body shivers in response.
Falaine sips a potion of healing from a watercolour pegasus vial.

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "But, to be specifics, you should hunt sharks. Never the kelpies or dragon turtles."

Romaan beams broadly at Falaine.

Poohma, of the Tide says, "I can't enter sewers just yet, but thanks for reminding me about that so I can remedy that now."
Poohma, of the Tide says, "Why not kelpies or dragon turtles? Horse and turtle flesh is tasty."

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says, "That is so nice to see in New Celest."

Bashing is now ON
You rub a jewelled bracelet of the Three of Night and it begins to glow with a pulsating light.
You narrow your eyes and look around greedily for something to add to your hoard.
Killing Target: eyeballs

Folding your hands together you cause the timepiece on mechanical lace gloves to open up and reveal a small pistol.
A bullet wrapped in bursts of steam and beams of holy light shoots from mechanical lace gloves and hits a mound of gibbering eyeballs.
You have scored a CRUSHING CRITICAL hit!
You have scored a CRUSHING CRITICAL hit!
You re-focus on your attack, trying to strike critically.
You have scored a CRITICAL hit!
You have scored a CRUSHING CRITICAL hit!
You have scored a CRITICAL hit!

You mutter discontentedly.

A mound of gibbering eyeballs has been shot down by mechanical lace gloves.
You have slain a mound of gibbering eyeballs.

You pick up the corpse of a mound of gibbering eyeballs.
You pat Falaine in a friendly manner.
You toss the corpse of a mound of gibbering eyeballs onto the blaze of The Sacred Pyres' Opalescent Brazier of Lofty Supremacy, engulfing it instantly in the flame as it is filled with 7 esteem.
You have emoted: Cheliyi wipes the slime from her hands, making a face.

Lilalue Ka'liati says, "Your food is always a delight."

Poohma, of the Tide says, "...the pancakes were good, yes."

Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says, "Pardon me."

Lilalue consumes a platter of fox-shaped pancakes leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.

Romaan waves goodbye.

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say to Poohma, "They are sacred creatures of the ocean. Under our protection. One of the most important things to know, as a Celestian, is that we do not eat those that we protect."

Lilalue nods her head at you.

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say to Poohma, "Since kelpies and dragon turtles are peaceful and allies to us, we do not attack or eat them. We do not eat any sentients creatures of the Basin, no."
Sagely, you say, "Quinotaur is pretty tasty. Beef and fish!"

Poohma peers dubiously at you. "No sentients? That's crazy," he grumbles.

Her clouded gaze growing dangerously sharp, you say to Poohma, "There are better things to hunt, yes. Better creatures. It is the way of kindness, and fairness."

Poohma, of the Tide says, "I did not realize that kindness and fairness were requirements."

Lilalue lifts up from her book to stare at Poohma. "Mischief, there is plenty for you to eat. This is why I require you to finish your training, you'd know this."

You have emoted: Cheliyi then adjusts her spectacles, her demeanor growing cheerful once more. "I could offer some fun recipes, with non-sentients! They are always tasty, always fun to make."

Poohma takes a deep breath before he sighs forlornly. "You are robbing me of my fun," he accuses Lilalue without any real intensity.

You think to yourself: **a swell of something feral and furious, rearing in your chest, how familiar. gently tamped down, and swept away. no real harm.**.

Lilalue laughs and shakes her head, "No, I'm expanding your horizons."

You nod your head sagely.
You smile brightly at Lilalue, your frills puffing with joy.

Poohma, of the Tide says, "I already eat non-sentients! You're narrowing them, because now I am supposedly not allowed to eat sentients. This is bullying!"

Raising an eyebrow, you say, "And killing a person is not worse than us telling you... not to murder? Should think harder on thats, yes."

Poohma peers over at you. "Murder is a term reserved for killing between peers."

You raise an eyebrow questioningly.

Lilalue digs a fist into her hip, contemplating Poohma with a long, thoughtful stare. "You need something to do, clearly. Too much time if you can stand around and bait folks, you contrary lion."

With a pained sigh, you say to Poohma, "They are sentient. They are your peers."

Poohma snorts aloud. "Sentience doesn't make them my peers. An equivalence of goals makes them a peer."
Poohma gives Lilalue the once-over, eyeing her suspiciously.

You have emoted: Cheliyi gives Lilalue a look, and then a pat. "Mm, have him read the Covenants."

Lilalue nods her head at you.

Rubbing at her temple, you say, "I do not have times to deal with people who cannot understand basic empathies."
You smile brightly at Lilalue, your frills puffing with joy.
You smile brightly at Falaine, your frills puffing with joy.

Like a gentle ripple in a crystalline pool, you say, "Have a nicely day!"
You touch a glowing emerald leaf, and leafy creepers push up through the ground and climb up your legs. As the leaves turn brown and blow away, you are suddenly whisked away.