You look up ahead, past the cypris before you, and spot a shade of darker colors. A?t first you think it's Vapo, but this cypris looks slightly diffrent, laying on the ground, sleeping, it seems.

It raises it's head, pushing its ears back as it watched you suspisiously. You wonder if you did something wrong, but the other cypran don't seem to mind your presence. You wonder why this one seems so upset to have you in their forest.

"Oh, thre he is!" you hear Vaprrenon explain as she comes up behind you, startling you in the process. "This is Rustler, the oldest male cypris here." she explains. "He's a softy once you get to know him, but that can take quite some time. He didn't even like me much when he first came here."

You look the dark colored cypris over, taking note of Vaprrenon's warning. You would be sure not to get all too close to this one, that was for certain. You want to meet the cypran, but you wish to complete the experience alive, perferrably in one piece.

<++UPDATE++HERE++LATER++> "Why you naughty little bugger!" the ishna yells, laughing, as she kneals down next to Rustler. You look on curiously, not understanding what was so funny. You watch as the ishna pushes the cypris' tails away to reveil an egg, perhaps a bit bigger than a lemon shaped football.

She takes the egg from him, cradeling it in her arms and smiling at the male cypris, who was now scowling and lowering his head back to the ground in disgust at his master's actions. You're amazed to see how he puts up with the ishna's antics. The two must be close, seeing how he tolerated strangers.

Vaprrenon stands and walks toward you, holding up the egg. "Rustler is overprotective of the new eggs." She glanced back at him. "He often takes them and keeps them close whever we have them. He would make such a good daddy!" she cooed over her shulder at the grumbling creature.

"It's alright. You can hold it if you really want to," she insists. "You won't drop it, I promise!" She smiles, holding out the egg to you as you reach out to take it from her.

You look down at the large egg in your hands, and you find yourself wodnering when this small thing will hatch, and what it will look like. Wil it be a boy or a girl? What will its personality be like? You smile and look up at Vaprrenon, as if she knows the answers. As if to read your mind, she simply shrugs.