The following scene is from Lone Wolf, book 1 of my sci-fi series. Wil VanLipsig has recently reunited with his friend, Marc Slatterly, after a long absence. He’s just started dating Matilda Dulac and finds out that some very old friends, the giant cat warriors, The Fellicians, are on planet. He takes Matilda to meet them. These characters are some of my favorites, especially Caprilla and Cavitus. I think after this brief scene, you will understand why. (Some of this scene was edited out in the book)
Wil’s understanding of the Fellician language was limited. He simply didn’t have the capacity to accurately mimic their speech. Their language was very musical in nature and Wil was virtually tone deaf. The same words could have different meanings. Depending on how they were pitched and the clicks and trills accompanying them, dictated the context. It was a very subtle form of communication.
Unfortunately, if one could not properly imitate the sounds and pitch, instead of saying, “I need to use the restroom,” one would say, “I have a black asp for a penis.”
After having said that to the wrong Fellician female, Wil had given up trying to learn the language. It had taken him nearly a month to recover. A normal man would have been crippled for life. He hoped Caprilla had forgotten the incident, but he doubted it.
About five minutes later, Marc and the three Fellician males came down in the elevator. They were singing some rather ribald lyrics to an old Earth tune, “I’ve Been Working on the Railroad.” It was something about fornicating in the mine shaft. Wil had never bothered to learn the words, since he couldn’t carry a tune.
Marc had a clear and booming baritone. Caprilla had a brasslike bass, and the other two cat men had smooth tenors. The effect was rather magical until one heard the lyrics clearly, so Matilda tried not to. She hoped the females didn’t understand. One last chorus and the others declared themselves ready to eat.
Matilda was introduced to Caprilla and his two companions. Errollic Vennistra was of the fighter Liluye. Cavitus Passhaa was Escascia’s right wing man in the Nirvelli. They were as varied as humans in looks, but the most outstanding feature was their fur. Each was a different color and the markings were subtle and unique.
Caprilla was blue-black like midnight, his markings drops of rain on water, concentric circles mottling his fur. Errollic was a tawny brown with feathery wisps scattered about on his coat. A neatly trimmed mane circled his head. Ariella looked like a Siamese, sable on fawn. Cavitus resembled a very large, Old Earth tiger. The prettiest by far was Escascia. She was pure white with silver swirls all over her coat.
Matilda wanted to stare, but felt it would be rude to do so. She didn’t know if the Fellician female would mind being admired. The fur was so soft looking, she wanted to touch it, but thought it would probably be an unforgivable breach of etiquette.
As they walked to the same restaurant on the boardwalk where Matilda and Wil had first lunched together, Caprilla noticed her looks of longing and smiled warmly. Other people would not have considered it so, but after having known Wil for even so short a time, a warm smile had taken a slightly different definition.
“You want to touch? It is all right, Lady Captain. It is something human females often want to do.” He purred softly, trilling his ‘l’. “My team and I have met many humans over the years. We are not offended by such. Please, if it would make you happy, you may touch.”
His musical voice filled her with warmth. He held out his hand, long fingered and velvety. She wondered what sort of claws these folk had, for there were none visible. His hand was warm and soft as down. The feathery fur tickled her fingers like a living thing. He bent his head over her hand, kissing it lightly. His whiskers sent a thrill down her spine. He looked into her face with his clear, blue eyes.
“Friend Wil, this is an amazing lady you have here. Were I an evil fellow, I would fight you for her.” he seemed to purr over the last word, his tongue trilling the ‘r’ seductively.
“Aw, hell, Cap. It’s not polite to kill your friend before dinner. I guess you will just have to leave her with me for now.” He chuckled, taking her by the hand. “Don’t mind him, Romance, he’s always been a joker.” He protectively tugged her closer to him.
Caprilla purred deep in his throat. “I never kid about anything, Captain Romance. I have no sense of humor.”
© Dellani Oakes 2015