But you haven't any legs! ;;Open;; Yes I have !

We'll see. First Jericho dried off the kit. Hypothermia means a dead charge and we can't have that. Jericho took the water from the grasp of the BloodClaner. He asked a simple question: "What is your Clan and where is your camp?" Even a kit could answer this properly.

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt;][font=georgia]"I think we have people who already know that, she was evidently taken from her camp considering I doubt pro clanners would take a mere kitten to battle purposely." Baccalaureate murmured, not quite understanding why, of all questions, that would be the one to ask.
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"I am simply curious, for I recently joined BloodClan and know not of the others." Jericho stated drawing back from the kit. "If nobody wants this I'm only here because I heard there was a prisoner."
"I hope I didn't tread on any proverbial tails, I not here to make enemies." Jericho back peddled, not wanting to anger the rather large centurion. "I apologize."

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt;][font=georgia]"Well, your release is but an option in a sea of choices we could make to deal your fate. I cannot promise anything." Baccalaureate replied to Poundkit, blinking a relaxed gaze at her. Then, turning to Jericho, he listened to the apology and merely nodded. "It is fine, if you are new you are not to know." he cocked a brow at Falcreeth's words, offered a 'hmm' of agreement.
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"At any rate I think we should remove the straps. The prisoner is only a kit and I don't think she'll try anything stupid." Jericho amended. "I have have another question, however, and I ask to anyone who can answer. Where can I obtain the blood of a lion?" He questioned. " I need it to preform in a future art showing." The tan wolf explained.

"Several liters." Jericho explained. "Lion's blood is the most conducive to my blood-magic. Other kinds works as well but lions, how you holds the longest charge before becoming unusable." He added.

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt;][font=georgia]"I have a lion body." Bacc offered, "And I never use it. You are free to, however."
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"Thank you, Sir. May I see this Lion body?" Jericho asked. "I'll need to extract the blood."

"My apologies dear I get sidetracked quite often. I don't think we need those straps though." Jericho said to Levi. Moving swiftly, Jericho removed his Swiss knife from within the folds of his scarf. Using the screwdriver function, he released the straps for the bound kit. Apologizing profusely again he quickly exited the room.

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt;][font=georgia]As Jericho freed the kitten, Baccalaureate aimed to nudge Levi away and pick Poundkit up in powerful but gentle jaws. "You weren't supposed to do that," he sent telepathically to the departing male, before looking back to Levi. "He just freed a prisoner. Freed. A prisoner. We'll need to... Restrain her again, perhaps."
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