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Tamer, Tilla and Tiamat

Though Tamer is considered "human", as the Prime of the clones she supplied mutative genes that eventually allowed for a nearly Neko-brand clone. Tamer is a drummer in a traveling band, but also a skilled bodyguard and fighter. Her catclaw weapons rarely come off, even when she's sleeping or doing things other than physical activities (which is rare).

Tilla is what Woody has deemed a "mistake" of genetics and untried cloning. She is squat, muscular and faintly animal like in appearance, but her mind does work at a human level. Her personality is more complex than she lets on, but there will be things that this clone will just never be able to learn. She has shown a natural savant at electronics, however, and wants more than anything to be able to remain friends with Cybertiger.

Tiamat is the final product of Woody's clone lab, a more refined and engineered version of Tamer that shows off more of the feline influence without the detremental effects. This clone rarely speaks with other people, prefering her isolation and privacy. Little is known about how she will respond in a group, but if Tilla continues to show off her jealous streak they may come to be enemies.

Tilla finds that her bestest friend Cybertiger came home with a huge, really big dragon. Slightly intimidated, but no less happy for her friend, Tilla will eventually want to find her own. Some day. Perhaps. Maybe.

But in the meantime, somehow, a pair of creatures showed up. Lounging on the electronics benches and knocking a few spare wires and screws down, but not doing much damage.

They both looked very similar, but one was slightly lighter in all ways, and had a short tail. Otherwise Tilla stood a bit worried in the doorway of the workshop.

"How get here," she muttered, more to herself than anything else, since she didn't fully expect an answer from them. They weren't big, but they definitely weren't small. They were not cats, not dogs, not even gryphons though she hadn't seen all that many of any type in her time on Alskyr.

"Teleported," one of them, the darker, said in response. Chipper, high pitched, confusing to Tilla.

"Spoke?!" Tilla said, and then the other one replied.

In her mind.

And think!

If her skin didn't have the velvety fur covering it, they would have seen the blood drain from her face. But Tilla recovered quickly enough.

"Not good on bench. Too much fall." She waved her blunt, clawed hand at the stuff they'd been pushing around. And then she approached more firmly, "look! In your fur too!" and promptly began removing the screws, springs, and other metal bits that definitely wouldn't want to be groomed and swallowed.