K'harm'ah was well known for the whole house he ran on the outskirts of the bunker, a whole other "bunker" created to be out of Pines radar.

You were new. He knew most everyone that came, they were usually regulars. But you were making your first visit. Creatures and "humans" were all over the place, the lights were a dim red, and the air smelled sweet. K'harm'ah had been sitting on his throne like chair that sat far from the groups of bodies when he noticed you, standing around and looking clueless and embarrassed. You stuck out like a sore thumb. He smoothly made his way over to you, careful not to draw any attention from the surrounding males and females.

His hands fell on your shoulders gently, and his whiskers tickled the side of your face as he leaned over to talk to you.

"It's strange the first time, isn't it?" He murmured. "You'll get used to it," his voice was low and raspy, as if he'd lost his voice. That's just how he sounded. Most people often call him a hoarse whisperer because of his permanent hoarse voice..get it?