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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 9, 2019 17:53:29 GMT -6
This was getting a little annoying. Fiera had taught Lincoln a lot of tricks so far, but every one of them had been hampered by Lincoln simply being a little jerk in some way. This usually involved literally sticking his nose where it didn’t belong, trying to eat treats that Fiera hadn’t intended on giving him yet, or wandering off somewhere in the middle of training. Needless to say, Fiera decided that it was about time to teach this orange boy some manners. If she could get him to come back over, that is. “Desert, come!” She called. The lamadidron looked up, huffed like a bratty teenager, and trundled back over to his owner from where he was, busy eating random rocks again. When he finally stopped at her feet, he even still had one in his mouth, chewing on it casually while giving her a sassy look, ears flattened back.
Fiera 6 Lincoln 11.1/13.1 No 1
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 9, 2019 17:53:53 GMT -6
‘No’ was a simple enough trick to teach. She had done it plenty of times by now after all, with at least a dozen pets. It was a basic of pet training, and she didn’t think she could bring him to more advanced training areas without it. No one would let a disobedient lamadidron into their gym, after all. A creature his size could do a lot of damage if improperly trained. Fiera decided to train him like any other animal she had trained then, and tipped over the bag to put some pennies in her palm. Lincoln almost immediately rushed forward to grab them out of her hand, but she held it up and away from him. Geez, he could really move when he wanted to, huh. With how fast he tried to nab treats, she wondered if she’d really need to do dexterity training with him after all.
Fiera 7 Lincoln 11.2/13.2 No 2
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 9, 2019 17:54:19 GMT -6
“Lincoln, NO.” She said firmly, holding her other finger in front of Lincoln’s snout. Lincoln kept trying to climb her, honking loudly. She sighed and resigned herself to this fate as a lamadidron climbing frame, at least until he got tired. That took longer than she was hoping, and her arm was burning with exertion by the time he actually got down, honking angrily. She sighed with relief. “Good job, Lincoln. Good no.” She said, and finally dropped her arm, letting the pennies land on the ground at Lincoln’s feet. The lamadidron nearly did a little dance with joy before falling upon the pennies, practically hoovering them into his waiting mouth. She turned back to her satchel of pennies, emptying a few more into her hand before Lincoln could notice what she was doing and bother her again. Her arm was too tired to do the trick like that twice!
Fiera 8 Lincoln 11.3/13.3 No 3
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 9, 2019 17:54:48 GMT -6
When she turned back around, Lincoln had finished and was looking at her expectantly. She sat down in front of him and opened her hand slightly, showing him the coins. He snuffled excitedly and moved in to eat them, but she closed her hand around them again, putting her other one on his snout. “Lincoln, no.” She said, remaining firm. Lincoln honked at her again, but she was used to it by this point. This time however, he didn’t keep pestering her to drop them and laid down sadly in front of her as if to say “Why. Why would you do this to me. I’m so good.”. That was however, exactly what Fiera wanted. “Good job, Lincoln! Good no! Here you go!” She said, and opened her hand to him. His ears perked up before the rest of his head did, and soon she had every last coin snatched out of her hand.
Fiera 9 Lincoln 11.4/13.4 No 4
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 9, 2019 17:55:14 GMT -6
Fiera was excited with his progress, and decided to give it one last try. She leaned over to put more coins in her hand while he was distracted… only to realize she didn’t hear munching. She glanced over her shoulder, to see Lincoln staring at her veritable fountain of coins, much more than what he had just been given. He put one foot forward, ready to go for it. “Lincoln… no.” She said warily… and he put his foot back down. She hurriedly put the coin purse away in her bag where he couldn’t get at it… and he actually waited patiently! When she turned back around, he was still there, feet crossed neatly. She sighed with relief. “Atta boy, Lincoln! Go at it!” She said, offering him her handful… only for him to lunge at the bag. She shrieked in rage as she tried to drag him off, but internally knew she couldn’t get that mad at the tricky creature- she did say he was good to go!
Fiera 10 (Level up!) Lincoln 12.0/14.0 No 5
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 11, 2019 14:46:15 GMT -6
The next trick that Fiera wanted to teach Lincoln was a little different… not really a trick, but it would definitely help him to learn future ones. She had had to move a lot of different parts of Linoln’s body to get him to do things lately, and he hadn’t liked it at all. He had whined, moved away, even tried to bite her just to get her to stop. She couldn’t really blame him- she would have done the same thing. Still, it only meant that she needed to work on teaching him tolerance, letting him get used to being touched and adjusted, even if it was a little awkward. After all, what if he got hurt and she needed to tend to his wounds? Or if he needed to go to a veterinarian? He’d definitely need to know to cooperate then. While he wouldn’t like this… it was for the best.
Fiera 1 Lincoln 12.1/14.1 Tolerance 1
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 11, 2019 14:46:32 GMT -6
She approached Lincoln, jingling her coin purse full of salvaged pennies in one hand. As expected, that immediately got Lincoln’s attention, as his ears perked up and he trotted toward her. Pennies were his most favorite food, and even the suggestion of him getting some was usually enough to get him to cooperate. Right now was no exception, as when he got to her he pawed gently at her side while making whiny sounds, trying to beg for food and nummies. “Lincoln, sit.” She said, and he almost immediately plopped his hind end down on the ground, looking at her with big, wide eyes. “Good boy.” She said, flipping him a penny that he snatched deftly out of the air, before adjusting it in his mouth to eat. While he chewed happily, she sat down next to him while she got ready to bother this entire animal, flexing her fingers.
Fiera 2 Lincoln 12.2/14.2 Tolerance 2
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 11, 2019 14:46:52 GMT -6
Fiera started out gently and pleasantly, giving him gentle strokes between his plates, moving around his body. She started out on his shoulder, the most obvious spot, but made her way up toward his head, scritching his ears, and back down toward his tail. Then, once she had covered his entire body (more or less), she focused on his face. She kept one coin in her hand where he could see it, and he practically drooled at the sight of it. She touched his face carefully, around his ears, eyes, and mouth. He snorted and pulled away, and she scolded him gently while palming the coin again. “Lincoln, no.” She said, and he whined before returning his head to her hand. “Good boy.” She said, getting out the coin again. He leaned toward it while Fiera kept touching, until finally he was able to nibble it right out of her fingers.
Fiera 3 Lincoln 12.3/14.3 Tolerance 3
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 11, 2019 14:47:10 GMT -6
His troubles seemed almost forgotten as he chewed on the coin, allowing Fiera to touch his face effortlessly. Fingers spread ears and peered inside, gentle touches were done around his eyes, hands were placed around his neck (but not squeezing). Finally, once he finished chewing, she peeled open his lip, examining his teeth first one one side, and then the other. The copper lamadidron snorted and almost pulled away, but she said ‘no’ softly and gave him a pat on the nose. When he let her examine him peacefully, she rewarded him with another coin, which he accepted begrudingly. That was his head down and done, with most of the areas that a veterinarian would need to theoretically look during a checkup. Now she just needed to get him to let her touch… well, the rest of his body. At least he didn’t seem to be freaking out too badly.
Fiera 4 Lincoln 12.4/14.4 Tolerance 4
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 11, 2019 14:47:29 GMT -6
She gave him a moment to shift to a more comfortable position before she started up again. Once again, she started out with touches he was overall ok with, and moved on to more debateable areas around his body. This time, she gave careful attentions to the plates of his back, stroking and touching them. Seeing as they were literal rocky body armor, Lincoln didn’t mind people touching them in the slightest- if he could even feel it. She got out a cloth and pretended to polish them- more vigorous, rubbing motions. His ear flicked, a sign that he noticed what she was doing, but didn’t actually respond. Small blessings, she thought. Hopefully that meant he’d be ok with further intrusions on his personal space. She kept rubbing with the cloth and her fingers on the different plates of his body, but continued to move further and further out from the center of each one.
Fiera 5 Lincoln 13.0/15.0 Tolerance 5
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 11, 2019 14:47:45 GMT -6
Finally, she started running her fingers along the spaces between each plate. Delicate skin behind his shoulders, near his neck, and between his toes. That, unfortunately, he didn’t like. Each time she touched it, he flinched his flank away or pulled his foot from her grasp rudely. She couldn’t really blame him- instinctually, that would be a place that other creatures were not meant to touch, for his own safety. But to teach him more things in the future, she needed to get used to her touching him. Fiera tried again, this time holding his foot, gently spreading the toes. When Lincoln tolerated it for just a second- before he could even think to pull it away- Fiera offered him another coin, holding it right in front of his mouth so he could grab it easily. He groaned and still pulled his foot away… but gentler this time, as he took the treat in his mouth.
Fiera 6 Lincoln 13.1/15.1 Tolerance 6
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 11, 2019 14:48:03 GMT -6
That was progress! It wasn’t perfect yet, but Fiera was happy to keep working with him. Hopefully he’d learn to associate good experiences with Fiera touching him in odd spots- the ultimate goal for tolerance. She kept another penny palmed, and she knew that Lincoln could smell it from here. Before she gave it to him however, she moved back to his legs and feet, tracing lines between his plates and spreading his toes, as if checking between them for parasites or injury. He didn’t seem comfortable with it and shifted nervously in place, snorting loudly, but didn’t pull his leg away like last time. “Good job, Lincoln!” She praised, and offered him the penny after setting his limbs down. He relaxed, and nabbed the treat right out of Fiera’s hand. That was exactly what she was looking for- she didn’t expect him to like it, just to tolerate it.
Fiera 7 Lincoln 13.2/15.2 Tolerance 7
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 11, 2019 14:48:20 GMT -6
Fiera tried that a couple more times, on different parts of Lincoln’s body. He definitely didn’t like having the edges of his plates messed with, but when presented with treats for good behavior, begrudged Fiera’s exploratory touches, as weird as they were. She moved from his legs and feet to his back where the plates were thickest, his neck, relatively bare and exposed, and finally his tail with its humongous, striking crystal- she had to be careful around that, less for his comfort, but more for her own safety in case he flicked it a bit too hard in the wrong direction. The lamadidron took it all in stride until finally his owner was satisfied. From there, Fiera tried to move parts of his body around to her pleaure, simply picking up and dropping things in another spot. More often than not, he’d try to pull them closer to his body again.
Fiera 8 Lincoln 13.3/15.3 Tolerance 8
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 11, 2019 14:48:42 GMT -6
She knew that sometimes she might have to get him to hold a specific pose for a trick, so this was probably a displeasure worth working on. Fiera gently grasped Lincoln’s left front leg, and dragged it slowly outward, toward her. He snuffled, irritated, and moved to pull it back. “No.” Fiera said gently but firmly, and dragged it back forward. The slightest hesitation on Lincoln’s part was met with being offered another penny. “Stay.” Fiera said as she held it up. Lincoln snuffled some more but didn’t pull his leg back, even though it was trembling with his desire to do so. “Staaaay.” She said again, gave it a few more seconds, and then gave him the penny, wincing at the slobber he got on her hand every time he ate out of it. It was a little gross, but she had the ability to tolerate mildly unpleasant things too.
Fiera 9 Lincoln 13.4/15.4 Tolerance 9
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 11, 2019 14:49:02 GMT -6
Finally, she put it all together, giving him a physical workup like he would get at a vet’s office. She checked his eyes and ears, gently pulling on his eyelids or holding his ears. Then, she lifted his lip and checked the lamadidron’s teeth, one by one. So far so good- he didn’t even bat an eyelash. Then, she traced lines between his plating, as if checking for parasites or sore spots between the rocky plates, her hands moving over every part of his body carefully. He shifted a couple times, but only to roll over to a more comfortable position as she worked, not because he minded. Finally, she started moving pieces of his body around- flopping his tail at a certain angle, lifting a leg and asking him to hold it there. He took it all in stride, without needing to be bribed. It would appear that he finally liked her enough to accept that she wasn’t going to hurt him.
Fiera 10 Lincoln 14.0/16.0 Tolerance 10
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