Date: Thu, 1 Sep 2016 22:28:58 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Alex's Son - Felix the Elfiger

Felix the Elfiger
By Jon Hold
Copyright ©2014, 2016 by the Author
Jonhold@earthlink.net


Chapter 1

Felix was a beautiful young man. Slender, lithe with smooth and
extraordinarily strong muscles, active and bright. He wore a
watch-communicator on his right wrist and an armband, denoting that he was
no longer a virgin, on his left biceps. A belted strap on his left thigh
was used to carry things, like his hunting knife. A gold and jade necklace
hung from a strong, slender neck. Large solid gold rings pierced both
earlobes. His mobile ears swooped up to long pointed tips that reached over
the top of the long, lustrous, sandy-blonde hair that covered his head in
thick, barely wavy hair that continued in short, bristly hairs right down
his spine to his short tail, covered with the same copper-auburn softness
crowning his head. Tufts of soft hair grew just above the inner side of his
ankles. Other than that he was totally hairless, leaving the entire eight
inches of his upswept and foreskinned penis totally exposed. Oh... did I
mention that he had a six inch, tightly twisted horn growing from his
forehead?

Felix's father, Alex, was part of the ruling triumvirate of Fugwar, capitol
world of the Tiger race (see: "Alex and the Tiger" on Nifty. Or not! But I
suggest you read that story first.). When the wives of Ar'man~th, First
Lord of Fugwar, and therefore, the entire Tiger race, and Alex's Matelot
(partner with sexual privileges), came into their annual heat, Taez/but#,
their first wife, bred with her husbands, both of them, as did Ar'mans
other wives. Alex lost his virginity (other males don't count to an Elf) to
Taez/but# and discovered how wonderful it was when you coupled with a woman
who could wrap her long, softly furred tail around your waist, and even
into the crack of your butt. Nine months later Felix was born.

Ar'man~th looked directly into Alex's eyes and asked, "I wonder who the
father is? That's no son of MINE!"

Alex just stood there in shock, staring at Taez/but# and ——his
SON——!

"Well? Aren't you going to congratulate your sons mother?"

Startled out of his fixation, Alex turned to face his huge partner,
brilliantly asking, "Huh?"

"You and Taez/but# have made a beautiful, healthy cub. Don't you think you
should say something, before she thinks you don't want the child and
slaughters it?"

Alex's head snapped to the right. "Taez/but#! You wouldn't, would you?"

"Wouldn't, what?"

"You wouldn't harm our son, would you?"

"Son!"

"I have a SON!!!"

"I..."

"Me..."

"Taez/but#...!"

Turning to face his bemused partner, Alex grabbed handfuls of hair, trying
to shake Ar'man~th back and forth. "He's MINE! Isn't he! I made a baby,
Ar'man~th. I sired a son! I'm a DADDY... I'm a FATHER!! Ar'man~th, I'm a
Daddy, aren't I, Ar'man~th? I am a Daddy, Ar'man~th. Arn't I?"

Smiling, Ar'man~th tried to calm his beloved partner, "Yes Alex, YOU are
the father of a beautiful baby boy."

"You're not mad at me, are you Ar'man~th? I didn't mean to get Taez/but#
pregnant. Hell! I didn't know I could get Taez/but# pregnant! I did get her
pregnant, didn't I Ar'man~th? Do you think she's mad at me, Ar'man~th?
She's your First Wife. Is she going to lose face because she had a kit by
an Elf?"

"Why don't you ask her, Alex?", turning the shell shocked boy to face their
wife, and the third member of their triumvirate. "She's your wife too you
know."

 Alex walked over next to Taez/but#. She simply put her arm around Alex's
shoulders and gently pulled him down to the child nestled by her
side. Softly, in the formal, seldom used old tongue, she said, "He is
beautiful, is he not."

Entranced, Alex looked at the kit/baby/son. Really looked! He was a Daddy!
Something he'd never really thought about—or expected. His son
was... His son! His SON!! HIS SON!!! Alex almost passed out. Just barely in
time he remembered that it's a pretty good idea to breathe once in a
while. Tentatively, afraid of breaking something, Alex reached forward and
touched the soft hair on his son's head, jerking his hand back, afraid he'd
done the wrong thing.

"He's not made of thin glass, you know." Taez/but# said, lifting her
new-born into the crook of Alex's arm. "Kits don't break very easily. You
can hold him and touch him, you can even tickle him and talk to him in the
ridiculous baby talk men use to talk to a baby, just make sure to support
his head. Watch Ar'man~th!"

Looking across the room he saw the big, rough-tough, "You really don't want
to fuck with me" Tiger picking up two kits at a time, one in each powerful
arm, inspecting them and licking them with his broad tongue. He licked each
kit clean, carefully inspecting each one before returning them to their
mothers, always with a few words of congratulation.

Alex looked to his son. His beautiful, wonderful, magnificent child. The
boy was wonderful. As Taez/but# lifted the newborn and put him in her
partners arms. Alex's eyes got huge, "Oh! No! No, I can't... I don't
know...

Smiling, Taez/but# shook her head, "No, you are doing fine. You care about
your son, so hold him close, hug him, let him smell and taste you, inspect
him, bond father and son together for all your lives. He will never forget
our smell, our odor, us, we, as we will never be able to forget him. You
have done good! Planted your seed deep. Made a son!

Alex barely heard, but smiled, totally entranced by HIS SON! Holding the
warmth of his offspring close, the boy-child immediately found a pap and
started nursing. There may have been no milk, but the baby was comforted,
snuggled closer, nursed, and slept.

Awakening to the quiet household sounds the next morning, Alex's first
thought was to find Taez/but# and his son. That turned out to involve
nothing more than opening his eyes. Taez/but# was laying there watching
him, smiling. Their son was industriously nursing, and still
naked. Apparently kits wore little clothing, laying instead on absorbant
blankets that were easily changed when necessary Alex moved closer and
kissed his son, then stroked cheeks with Taez/but#, feeling totally
affectionate and in awe. His Son!

Ar'man~th came over and got into bed with them (Tiger beds are soft, on the
ground, and usually quite large). His warmth and soft fur enticed Alex
closer, turning his head and rubbing cheeks with his huge partner, "Isn't
he beautiful, Ar'man~th?"

"Not bad for a first try!"

The quick reflexes, agility, and strength of the Elven Folk came to Alex's
aid as he spun and jumped on top of the big cat. Taez/but# lifted her child
to protect him from the brawling males. Ar'man~th held up his hand-like
paws to ward off the attack. Alex went all out, full bore. Ar'man~th just
laughed and clutched the light Elf, his partner, to his chest and called
Pax. "Pax! Alex. Pax!  You have made us a beautiful son, and proven to all
doubters that Elves/Humans and the Th'ath are more alike than anyone
knew. If we can breed, then we MUST be brothers—and should not, CANNOT
FIGHT!"

Alex wiggled closer to Ar'man~th, burrowing into the warmth of his fur,
holding on, pensive. "Ar'man~th...? Uh... You're not mad at me, are you? I
didn't mean to get Taez/but# with child. I didn't even think I could. I
thought we were just playing!"

Ar'man~th looked deep into the deep emerald green eyes before him, thought,
and then said, pensively... carefully, "Well, for the third time, if that's
what you do when you're playing, I'd be very interested in knowing what you
accomplish when you're serious.

Alex looked up, not really believing that Ar'man~th actually had the balls
to bait him like that! He and Taez/but# attacked at the same
time. Ar'man~th just protected his head and laughed.

Later, alone in their office sprawled out on the cushions, Alex had
Ar'man~th's shaft out of its sheath and was slowly, thoughtfully, licking
it. "Ar'man~th? Are you upset because I got your first wife pregnant? Do
you think I should marry her? I want to do the right thing...

"Alex, you don't know our law. From the first day I knew you, and you
surprised me by making love to me, there were only two choices, and WE
decided on the second choice, to keep you."

"What was the first choice, Ar'man~th?"

"To kill you out of hand, to restore our honor. Alex, you HAVE been
married, to me and all our wives, since that first day. You are bound to
all of us, Alex. Not just to me!"

"Good! Because my Father told me that if I needed sex that I should play
around with my buddies, because if I got a girl pregnant, I WAS going to
get married! And Dad has a whim of case-hardened steel!"

"Well, he should be happy then."

"I don't know. I mean, I think Dad was thinking about just one girl... not
a whole harem! AND, most certainly, NOT a harem of eight foot kitty cats."
The boy became quiet, looking like he was in one of his thinking
trances. Suddenly, "HEY! I just had an idea! I know how old you're getting,
so, don't worry, Ar'man~th. Next year I'll get all the girls pregnant, so
you can take your nap!" Alex didn't move fast enough, THAT got him raped,
though with Alex pushing back every bit as hard as Ar`man~th was pushing
forward, Ar'man~th wondered just who was raping whom? Alex had a beatific
smile on his face—HE had NO doubt who was raping whom! Taez/but# just
sat there watching her men play, holding their Newborn.



Chapter 727



The year went by swiftly. It came as a surprise to Alex when Taez/but#
mentioned that it would soon be his son's first birthday. "We need to talk
about naming him. [The infant mortality rate, especially in the first year,
was very high, the lack of gold in the parents caused miscarriages and weak
kits. Too weak to live very long. There was much sadness at the loss. And
much joy when they survived that critical year. At the end of the year all
the newborns, who were very seldom born more than a few days apart, were
celebrated at a week-long bacchanal, the main purpose of which was naming
the surviving children, making them then people, instead of
probabilities/possibilities.] Alex suddenly looked stricken. "But I know
what his name is, inside, I know what my son must be named. I have known
since the moment I learned that he was my son.

Taez/but#'s ears went back, flat to her skull. NEVER a good thing when a
Ta'ath did it, in fact, it most often lead to someones death.

Alex, his face stricken, "I'm sorry Taez/but#. I never gave it a thought!
It is not an issue for Elvin folk. We know what our children will be named,
even before they are born. His name already is: Felix Dimetry Englarett
Hia^gath! Ar'man~kk!shi. Felix is my father's family name. Dimetry was his
father. Englarett is my mother's family name. Hia^gath! is my wife's clan's
name and Ar'man~kk!shi is MY family name. My clan!

Eyes blazing, focused and forbidding. Ears flat to her skull. Taez/but#
could barely hear the outsider, the father of her son, the Elf she had come
to love. Her mind was swamped, egging her blood-lust on, her need to
protect her honor and the honor of her husband's name and clan. Only a tiny
portion of her brain heard what her beloved Alex, the father of her son had
to say. Murder seeped from her pores.

Alex stood there, arms to his side. Quietly waiting for his wife to do
whatever it was she had to do. Accepting of any action she might take. Up
to, and including, his death.

Slowly, that tiny, moral portion of Taez/but#'s brain brought reason back
to her battle ready fog. It was a GOOD name. It gave honor to all lines. It
was her son's name. Her husband said so! No Ta'ath had ever had such a
name. Any child with such a distinctive name would be the center of
interest in any gathering, bringing much honor and pride to his whole
clan. Maybe this wasn't such a horrible thing. Not at all. Definitely, not
at all!

Alex watched his wife calm herself, her eyes going back to her normal black
pools. Her ears slowly rising. Different People... Different ways. They had
all just spent a year trading and debating, not only goods, although that
was going strong all on its own, but treaties, ideas, mores, morality,
ethics and changes to the Laws. Changes that could bring anger and passion,
and a certain unwillingness to change. Changes WERE made, and agreed to by
everyone. The Ta'ath made only one sort of decision. 100%. Always! Everyone
agreed, or everyone said "NO!". There was NO middle ground. Honor would not
allow such a thing. Treaty making exposed the Ta'ath to a new reality. All
the human races could debate, argue, fight over, agree, disagree, challenge
and cajole. Whatever it took to create a Treaty, or a Law that all could
accept. NOT totally agree with maybe, but gracefully accept as the best
possible solution. The Ta'ath saw the wisdom in this, but were very unsure
if they would ever be able to adopt such strange behavior. Without Alex
sitting on the triple throne, none of that could have happened—without
bloodshed. In any case, the Ta'ath were almost entirely distracted by
exchanging old, worn, and nearly useless rings and chains with brand new
ones of solid gold and iridium. The old, worn ones being collectable,
highly desirable artifacts of the early ages from the new allies, the
fabulous displayable treasures scratched, tarnished and visibly worn; were
worth a fortune on the antiquities market. The stunned Ta'ath were busy
selling worn-out junk for more than the solid iridium and gold replacements
cost.

  Young males were beyond themselves. The rule was that the eldest inherits
ALL of his fathers rings and chains, in hopes that he would be able to
breed. And now EVERY adult male would be able to breed—and produce
healthy children. Alex was effective because of the resulting near
deification and his father's approval of the decisions he was making. (That
Alex's father had bought a fabulous quantity of the junk jewelry for
outrageously high prices, and then donated them to Elven Museum of Clothing
and design, who in turn put them on display galaxy-wide, was not generally
known. Neither were the "leaks" he'd provided to various gossip
columnists. The buying frenzy that ensued was a marvel of
not-for-personal-gain marketing!)

News that a human elf and a Ta'ath had produced a baby swept through the
human community like a triple dose of ex-Lax. The burning question for the
Ta'ath was, what sort of lie is this! And, should the lie be true, what
deformities did this freak have? Not until the Lady Har#tt'ik, quite
possibly the worse gossip in the known universe, Ta'ath AND Human, used her
position as head wife of the Clan Leader of the H'po^ol Clan to invite
herself to see the new baby. Her report? That the kit was beautiful. Ears
of an Elf, Teeth of a male Ta'ath, the most good-natured Kit she'd ever
seen, and, when she put her finger out, the boy laughed, and grabbed
it. She went on and on how strong the boy-child/kit was, and how truly
lovable! She described in detail the little males appearance, including an
extremely complete description of what the male youngling had between his
legs; "His penis is that of an elf, only thicker, like a true Ta'ath, his
testicles were elven and held close to his body like an elf's, he has a
sheath and tail just like a Ta'ath, only smaller. Over all, she totally
liked the child and thought he could grow up and be as wonderful as his
Sire. Not a word she said was ever printed, but, none-the-less, they flew
on golden wings across the known Ta'ath universe at the speed of light. A
bit faster whenever FTL ships were involved.

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Kits and babys alike were precious to the Ta'ath and Elven Folk
alike. Felix and his K'thaw grew up happy, wild, and boisterous. Loved by
his family, Ta'ath and Elven alike, admired by his K'thaw (many of the
females eyeballing him with ideas of becoming his first wife, their sex
play indicating their eager lust and his definite ability to make his
temporary partner, male or female, quite happy and mutually sated. He was a
very popular partner for threesomes and foursomes, and diligently attended
ALL of the mass orgies! Every female was well aware that not only was he a
splendid sex partner, a good and kind person, a great hunter, and very,
very cute, but that he was the first-born son of the ruling Triumvirate and
therefor very possibly one of the next rulers of all the Ta'ath! The
possibility of becoming part of the next Triumvirate was large in their
minds. Kits were sent from near and far to join the play group of Felix,
the Interesting.

Adults were amazed that the child never lost his temper, was always a good
sport, liked everyone and was liked by them in return. While conflict and
one-upmanship were rife in all K'thaw, Felix was largely unaffected. He was
entirely pacifistic whenever anger or an aggressive challenge came to the
forefront. He had other, totally effective, ways of dealing with such
behavior. Bullies and such quickly learned to avoid confrontations with
Felix as the results were always non-nutritious, emotionally uncomfortable,
and confusing. Felix was fond of asking such people, "How do you kill your
enemy?" Not until later would he tell them the answer—had they not
figured it out on their own. "You kill your enemy–by making him your
friend!"

That truism Spread from Felix to everyone in his immediate group to his
K'thaw to all the K'thaw and almost as quickly to every sub-adult child,
Ta'ath or Human! Martial arts instructors were quickly overwhelmed by the
flood of new students seeking Human/Elf wisdom and abilities. The teachers
often learning just before their students.

Alex was sharing what knowledge he had, having reached instructor rank in
both his preferred arts, Aikido and Jujitsu as well as teaching/leading Zen
meditation. It was disconcerting to the caretakers when they walked into a
room, expecting to find a bunch of six year olds intent on mayhem and,
instead, were confronted with quiet rows of serious students intent on
"looking within". THEN they introduced mayhem, minor riots, almost mock
battles, and various types of skulduggery laced with evil intent!

Eight, nine and ten year olds planned, studied and practiced all year long
for the annual "Testing". Presented as play, it was totally serious to the
participants and eagerly attended by every father who possibly could be
there. Vicariously reliving their youth and avidly watching to see how
their sons were ranked.

The first tests were individual performance tests. Running, jumping,
climbing. Agility tests mixed with weight lifting, gymnastics. Strength
tests with the equivalents of the side horse, pommel horse, and
rings. Masturbation techniques, style, flair and apparent
satisfaction. Felix stole the show when he sat with his lower legs tucked
under him and his knees spread wide. Head lowered, his sultry eyes looked
up to his audience. Most of the watching males would have sworn Felix was
looking directly at him, and only him. The invitation was clear, and
immediate. His fingertips slowly glided up the insides of his thighs until
they crossed each other over the hairless exposed white skin just above his
dangling maleness. Cats were fidgeting as they tried to conceal their
arousal from each other.

Felix's fingertips folded under as they slid, crossed arms, all the way
down to the opposite knee, our hero having to bend over in a graceful,
supremely flexible movement. As he slowly sat back up his fingers
straightened as they started gliding back up gold-toned alabaster;
fingernail claws slowly revealing themselves, sliding out of the ends of
the boys fingers, lightly marking pellucid, fragile skin as the nails
slowly extended from their nailbed. Felix's index finger crossed the
leather strap encircling his upper thigh---which parted and fell away, the
cut edges shiny, as if cut by a microtome.

Felix's eyes changed from alluring/welcoming to glinting, I AM
MALE. Challenge me at your own risk! His penis filling with challenge lust,
his fingers leaving blood seeping furrows in their wake. As his hands
wrapped around his folded knees his spine arched forward to allow his hands
to firmly grip his knees. This time Felix's spine didn't stop folding. His
horn reaching for the floor, Felix's mouth engulfed his now fully erect
manhood, right down to the thick base, his horn touching the floor as his
lips surrounded the entirety of the oversized hook he had impaled himself
upon.

A susurrus of amazement washed over and through the adult males present,
Tiger and human alike. No Tiger could even approximate Felix's action. No
adult Elf or other human was that flexible, that beautiful, his Tiger
heritage making him even more beautiful. Fathers had daughters the wanted
married the the young breeder before them---right after he shared the
father's bed.

Alex's son, mouth and throat still working, began rising once again, his
lips and sharp teeth gripping and extending his foreskin to its full
extension. Finally releasing the bit of proud flesh so he could sit up
completely, long strands of glistening fluids hanging between his lips and
the small opening atop the vibrating organ. The audience totally lost
whatever dignity they had managed to retain. Man and son, Sire and cub,
they all went wild. The sheer volume of the response overwhelmed everyones
ability to hear. Felix, all young bravado, quickly stood and gave his
audiences florid, swooping bows, left, right, and center. The audience
roared with laughter at Felix's antics. His father memorizing everything in
detail for the little talk he planned on having with the little scamp.

The second round of tests was pairs. The boys demonstrated what they knew
of couples pairing. Oral, anal, foreplay, afterplay. Knowledge of the
various sex acts possible, the expertise shown in execution, enthusiasm,
intensity, mutual involvement, and satisfaction.

Felix paired with a litermate, Taeth~la'man~kk!Shi. When it was their turn
the boys put on an exhibition of gymnastic sexuality That kept everyone,
including the teams who were supposed to be competing instead of watching,
totally entranced and in awe of what could be described as, "The God damned
most amazing thing I've ever seen!"; "Impossible!" (Usually said by someone
watching the boy's performance.); And the various sounds made by the
totally flabbergasted.The boys bowed together, Left, Right, and then to the
Center of the crowd. Then, both boys laughing, they scampered off, only to
be confronted by angry fathers, waiting by their lockers. They asked the
boys how they would feel if someone totally dominated them. The boys,
fathers looming over them, threatening their continued existence, had no
trouble understanding the message.

 Taeth~la'man~kk!Shi's father lit into him about his responsibility was to
do his best to win over the others WHILE NOT HUMILATING THEM! Felix tried
to take the blame for their behaviour only to be cut off by a very large,
very upset Tiger, his father's soul mate. "I know your abilities, and
inabilities, young man. I'm neither interested or impressed. Your father
will deal with you. I'm here to find out why my son participated without
thought to the possible consequences, or, if he did, why he didn't stop you
or quit."

"Excuse me, Sir. You are both right, and wrong. If we were adults, your
expectations would be understandable. Yet we are not adult. We are fourteen
years old and our goals and priorities are different than yours. Our
actions are appropriate for our age group. We did spend a great deal of
time planning, considering and formulating. Our goals and priorties differ
from yours in totally acceptable ways. You plan for the survival of our
race and for attempting to achieve a perfect society. A task both
honorable... and foolish. You have known from the beginning that your goals
were unattainable. Too many variables that are constantly changing. That
doesn't mean you shouldn't try, and you do try, nobly and with noted
success. But you will never attain success. Ever! Yet to quit trying to
reach the loftiest of goals would be... failure.

"Taeth* and I had a much simpler task and set of goals. We had, have, but
one task, defeat the opposition. We have but one goal, the utter and total,
devastation of any opposition. To be first! Unequivocally, Finally, and
Unarguably. To WIN!

"And we're doing a pretty damn good job of it so far. If you and Daddy are
too senile to remember your trials, that is neither our concern nor
responsibility! If your council is too weak and/or incompetent to know how
decrepit you've become, well, again, neither our concern or responsibility.

"If, on the other hand, you are simply trying to throw a monkey wrench into
our plans, you have utterly failed, because we planned for that!"

Every littermate, male or female, came out of the darkness. Well behaved,
but clearly ready to commit grievous bodily indignity if necessary.

"Father", Felix said as he turned to face his sire, "Don't waste your time
signaling for help. Your troops have been redirected elsewhere and you are
in a faraday cage that will easily absorb any signal you try to send, that
is, if you replaced the battery I removed this morning," holding his hand
up to show the battery in question.

Laughing so hard he could barely talk, Alex looked at his co-husband, "I
tried to warn you!"

Ar'man~th scowled at all three males. He scowled even uglier when the two
youths joined Alex in fits of laughter. Inside he was totally happy and
proud. The boys had clearly won this hidden challenge. "So, you think you
can outsmart your fathers? Think you're ready to take over the triple
throne?"

Taeth* sat up from where he'd fallen to the ground. "Father, Felix and I
are trying to be worthy of ascending should we be acceptable. That is our
goal. Our true goal. Felix and I are mated. We are young and that may
change, but we don't think so, at least not in the foreseeable future. Our
mothers are looking for a suitable wife for us, but just watching and
making notes for now. They don't want us taking on too much, too young, but
when we're ready, they'll be ready."

Alex looked at his comp, "looks like it's about time for your next
meeting. We'd best get to it!"

They stepped into the bright sunshine, right into the arms of their fathers
personal guard. Taeth* looked at Felix, "I think our plan had a teensy
weensy glitch."

"No Shit, Shylock!" Said a chagrinned Felix.

Their fathers just smiled and went off about their business, which was no
longer putting young men in their places.





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Felix the Elfiger

Notes





Alex. Elf. Ar'man~th's lover, matelote, and co-ruler.

Ar'man~kk!Shi. Clan name. Ar'man~th's family name. He would pass it on to
all of his sons. Ta'ath females kept their own family names, and passed
them down to their daughters

Ar'man~th. HGTIC (Head Giving Tiger In Charge!)

H'M'fla*. One of the ruling triumvirate

Hia^gath!. First wife and co-ruler with Ar'man~th and Alex.

Lady Har#tt'ik, quite possibly the worse (i.e., best!) gossip in the
universe

Taez/but#. His first lover and his principle wife. She is part of the
Triumvirate

Ta'ath. The race of Tigers. What they call themselves.

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K'thaw. A semi-loose social grouping of persons born in the same mating
season. Very important to the young, becoming less so as the person
matures. It never goes away, but becomes more a matter of tradition, honor
and habit as the person reaches adulthood. Some habits become very
important. Men and their annual hunt celebrating their reaching
acknowledgement of their adulthood and women celebrating life with gossip
and comparison of kits and sub-adults. BEFORE Elven and Human females alike
start reaching for my throat; I but repeat FACT: In their "gossip", female
Ta'ath make most of the social decisions for their clan, and race. Who
should the new clan leader be, what should we do about..., how should _____
be punished, Should we trade with _______, all those little things that are
beneath the attention of the males who are entirely dependent on their
females in such things.  I.e., Ar'man~th rules the race; exactly the way
his wife tells him to! [And her decisions are based on discussion(s) with
HER Matelote.]



              Notes from
           Alex & the Tiger



Alex Our hero. An Elfin human.

Ar'man~th. The Tiger

Ta'fat. The bad guys.

Ha'th*kur*kt. Leader of the bad guys

Ta'a The Race of Tigers

Ta'a'tanth. Ruler-priest of the Ta'a!

Ta'teth The language of the Tigers

matelote: fish stew, or a sailors wife. Tus#kupn'th in Ta'teth

Taez/but# Ar'man~th's main wife.

Bru/trum. leader of the Ta'fat

Fugwar, Tiger capitol world.

Spanglish. Common language of the humanoids.

Ar'man~th's main wife, Taez/but# by name (if you really want to pronounce
this the "/" is a sliding "s" sound and the # is sort of a phpppth sound
with a growl in it. Spit, choke and gargle at the same time and you've got
it.) opened the door almost immediately, one of the guards looking over her
shoulder.

*Terminal indicating that a word has been truncated




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I'm not superstitious --- it brings bad luck.
     --- Placido Domingo