"It's because of people like you that I have problems all my life!" The angry chakamil screamed.
"Because of people like me?" The man replied by getting into a defiant pose.
What do you even know about me!... "
A couple of frightened morphs looking around and trying to get away as soon as possible, looking at the argument of an angry gray-yellowish chakamil and a human man with a furious angry expression on his face.
"You people walk around here and just give directions. It's your kind is a fault that they made me who I am. I bet it was because of people like you that I was scared at school."
"You're talking to the wrong person!" Sanders exclaimed, clenching his fists and clearly intending to confront the interlocutor...

None of the interlocutors already knew how an accidental meeting and an accidentally initiated conversation turned into an aggressive quarrel, frightening bystanders and quite threatening to develop into a physical brawl if Star had not intervened in the incident.
"What's going on, dad." Star ran up to a pair of quarreling opponents and stood in the middle, but clearly intending to attack chakamil in case of aggression.
"Dad?... But shi's a chakat..." Asked chakamil, opening his mouth in surprise.


"...Well, then she stayed with me and I adopted hir..." Mark sighed, briefly telling the story of Star. Chakamil only listened in silence, only occasionally throwing cautious glances in the direction of the man and the chakat sitting next to him.
"I'm sorry." Chakamil sighed. "I'm afraid that I succumbed to my emotions and drew too hasty conclusions."
"Don't worry about it." The man answered with a smile.
"But I'm really sorry that our first meeting was in not the most pleasant atmosphere."
"Yes." Chakamil nodded.
"Did you go somewhere?" Mark asked.
"No, I returning to my home, I am free now. I live at the very end of the street." The interlocutor nodded.
"Very good." Answered Sanders. "Even if our first meeting was not in the most pleasant circumstances, I invite you to my house to smooth out your first impression of me. Besides, I live very close."
Chakamil was alerted, but after thinking for a few moments shi silently nodded.


"This is a very good wine." Nodded Chakamil.
"Yes, this is my hobby. I buy semi-finished products from a local farmer for mere pennies and in the basement, I make homemade wine. Chakats have a rather vague idea of ​​what a good homemade wine should taste like." Chakamil chuckled at this statement and nodded in agreement.
"My name is Mark Sanders, what's your name?" Suddenly asked the man, realizing that behind all this fuss they did not have time to get to know each other.
"Steel Claw". The interlocutor answered.
"Well, I meant the name, - not the nickname."
"Only don't laugh!" Chakamil shouted and show hir teeth.
"I'm not going to." Mark answered.
"Peta..." Blushing and looking aside answered the interlocutor.
"What a cute name, it really suits a cute chakat like you." Answered Sanders.

"To tell you the truth, you are very pretty and I really like your fur with these cute specks." The man continued, looking at the reddened Peta's face, who turned hir head away from embarrassment to the side.
"Can I stroke you?" Asked Mark.
"Mhhmmm." Chakat nodded still hiding hir face.


"And where is your family?" Peta asked. "There is a young blonde foxtaur near the door, but apparently she is afraid of me and therefore does not enter the room."
"This is my wife Emily. Don't be offended by her, - she's just very shy. But my second wife Mystery hasn't returned yet."
"Your wife Emily?... Are you married to Foxtaur... And your second wife?..." Peta fell silent pondering what shi had heard.
"Well... Okay, okay, I'm all right, - I'm no longer surprised by anything..." Sighed the surprised chakamil, allowing the man to do whatever he wants with hir fur.

"Something has happened, my dear." Mystery asked when she went into the corridor and saw Emily standing in front of the front door and hiding her tail between her legs cautiously peeking into the open door of the living room from time to time.
"Mystery, our husband, he, he..." Emily sniffed and Mystery looked into the room.
"May I go home already..." Peta asked embarrassedly, no longer understanding what else could be expected from this strange and already a little bit drunk a man and his family, still looking out of the corner of hir eye at the women peering into the room, while Mark Sanders was sitting in an armchair and out of habit grabbing the chakat back with his knees, with the help of a brush he combed the fur on the chakamil's back who patiently sitting in front of him.

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This time I decided to post an old story, but why not?

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Also please note that my story is in the process of being written, and most of these small fragments that I published are not in chronological order.
(Chronology always was a real pain for me.) So when I finish my plans I will try to put everything in order. If I can...

The story and all characters belong to me  Marksan
The wonderful drawings and most of character desighn are kindly made for me by  sethtriggs For which I am very grateful for his help in portraying all this - because without his vision and pictures I would never have been able to tell this story. He really did a lot for me.
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