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Post by Flare on Oct 31, 2019 6:36:05 GMT -6
Without the ability to move wrists, the dead hands just grabbed blindly at the ground, unable to open a fist. Eventually they remained enough to take another whack of the tail, finally dislodged from the ground or retracting back into the split earth from once they belonged. Whatever had summoned the hands or even possessed the hands didn't have enough interest in eating or taking two fighting back foods. Three, if the bird could be reached. Its not like- Oh, there it was. Somehow, another hand had spidered its way up the dead tree, and like a diseased paratrooper, flung itself into the air to try and land on someone, or get at the bird. It only struck the tattered whole part of Flare's wing membrane, finding no grip or clearance, then landing wiht a splat, then a smunch, as a tail or foot landed on top of it. Bloody good show indeed. 37 8.20
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Post by Evainmoire on Oct 31, 2019 6:51:37 GMT -6
Piece by mangled piece the ground settled. For the time being the evil had been driver back, quite directly by tooth and claw in one such case. The lepus stuck the shovel into the ground, one hand to lean on it, the other to raise up and allow Flèau to settle on his fingers. "Shh.." he soothed the bird, bringing her to his shoulder to perch once more, "It's quite alright now." Gently a claw scratched her plumage as the last of the hands was squashed by the ssashirk. "Impressive work, mister Flare. You would make a decent warrior against darkness by prowess alone. Are you harmed in any way?" There had been a mention of a wound across the face, though the dim light and disruptive attack hadn't left enough time to inspect whether the intended mention was of a fresh wound or an old one. A fresh one he could offer to heal. An old one may have been bit out of even his league, however.
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Post by Flare on Oct 31, 2019 7:03:52 GMT -6
Flare inclines his head politely for Eevane's kind compliment. "Traaine in Core of Toomai. Not fassst. Not deffenssslessss." Not entirely anyhow. The remains either didn't move again or incline back into the ground where they belong. Nothing seems to have outwardly harmed the ssashirk, short of the large gash that splits his face in the right light. But the drake stands there with his cane, whole as can be and with a dislike of grabby hands. From what he could see of Eevane, the male didn't seem harmed either, now trying to coax what he could see to be a long tailed bird out of the sky. The plumage was totally wrong for a desert crow, which were to be avoided by nature, for the potent poison that coated their claws to bring down large prey. But those long limbs looked too gangly for something like that. "Go fforth or go back?" he asks the male. 39 9.20
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Post by Evainmoire on Oct 31, 2019 7:17:09 GMT -6
Tumai, had he said? Certainly the scale colouration was befitting more a desert than jungle, though the lepus recalled Tumai to be one more for humans and their kin. To the extent of his knowledge, the locale was quite far from any lands he had personally visited in his brief travels towards the City. His knowledge was that from books and tomes, valuable in its own right, but easily aged in the fast pace of changing times. "I see, a soldier, then," there was a note of added respect, for veterans of his town were often held is high regard. "Slow, perhaps, but I do not mind saying, sir, your skills have not lapsed."
A valid question. In his own mind there was but one answer, but he could hardly force the ssashirk to accompany him into dangers potentially much greater than this one had been. Not for want of questioning the other's military ability, but for the concern derived from having had to exorcise a malevolent presence not but a short time prior. The bird crooned contentedly, protesting when the scratching stopped as the lepus leaned more upon the shovel handle. "For myself, the answer is forever and always forward. My previous offer to escort you back should situations become overwhelming shall also stand. I do not mind the company, so better a question, which would you prefer, mister Flare?"
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October: 40 Fléau: 5 (0/5)
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Post by Renathan on Oct 31, 2019 7:35:55 GMT -6
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Post by Flare on Dec 27, 2019 6:15:49 GMT -6
-continued from His Dark Materials- A crystal cluster. He'd gone searching for one before, as the drake stepped over the threshhold that was the iron gates before the mansion. Whatever had suggested him to do this seemed to break off but he felt a nagging sensation. And very tired. Like he just wasn't abel to sleep without thinking about this thing. And couldn't well leave without it either. Something told Flare inside his gut that something had happened again. Had he gotten sick? No, he had said no, and went home. But had... talked to the thing again, and Shabh was there. He slowly worked out what had just happened... well shells. He'd gone and taken the retrieval, hadn't he. And Shabh seemed none too happy on retrieving it along with him. Bu the pup wasn't old enough or trustworthy enough to leave alone by himself. Puppy behaviors and all, right? December 1 12.20
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Post by Flare on Dec 28, 2019 5:34:50 GMT -6
The themeing of the mansion appeared to have changed again. Was this occurance of change in looks normal in a house? His instincts were buzzing in the back of his mind. The landscape no longer covered by the look of death taken hold on the world, there was white powder everywhere; and instead of dying and twisted trees, magnificent and lush trees the drake had never seen before in his life. No, wrong. There was one of those or more up in or around the house of Cortana's family. Why put a cut tree inside a house when it would die without roots? He didn't know. The powder was cold to the touch as his large foot planted into it; almost untouched. There were a few footprints here and there. Something that lived here or another person/creature who didn't have any business of being here. Shabh stood rooted to the spot outside the gate. Just staring at the snow. 2 13.20
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Post by Flare on Jan 26, 2020 10:14:52 GMT -6
the repotting of the single teapot bonsai took longer then Flare intended for it to go. there were so many tangles in the root system and he had to comb them all out. Not impulsively, but because he inwardly feared what would happen if the crystal-laden teapot would cause if it broke. While the bonsai did not initially give him headaches that seemed to come from handling magical crystals, he chose the route of caution. no bursting teapots. Finally, the last of the soil was put back in, tamped down, and the teapot set back on the shelf. The ssashirk stood up to his full height, all his joints aching somewhat. Repetitive motions much? Ouch. Even his bad leg ached for being down on his knees so long. Long since bored of barking over the fence at whatever was out there, Shabh had taken a short nap instead. When the last 'tink' of ware had gone away, he lifted his head up, looking attentively at his reptillian friend. January 1 4/20 x.20
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Post by Flare on Jan 26, 2020 10:32:34 GMT -6
The Rakai found out early on in his new home that his reptilian friend liked to do long long LONG jobs on the other side of the fence. sometimes hours long. and he'd found out the hard way early that the reptile didn't like having his plants disturbed. At first it bothered the pup that he wasn't able to coem into the garden and play with his new friend. But his lead wouldn't let him go that far. At max on multiple tries, he could reach his 'business area' and go back to the tent, then over to the fence that parted between the plants and himself. Tried at one point to get the long tailed rabbit to play with him, but she has some nails hidden in those fluffy paws of hers! Ouch! The little nubs he could still feel across his soft nose. Oh? He's done? He's done! The rakai jumps to his feet, bouncing excitedly. That means outside right?! 2 5.20 x.20
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Post by Flare on Jan 26, 2020 11:08:43 GMT -6
Someone seemed excited to go outside the fence today. brushing off his hands, Flare set aside his tools in the toolbox where certain squirrels couldn't get inside and steal his tools for any reason or another. Shiny objects he'd rather not misplace. [Alright, I am coming. Please wait a few] he tells the pup, who doesn't get a thing he says but still yips and bounces excitedly. Shabh has grown bigger over the last few weeks, gaining muscle and being a bit taller and longer then previous. The little skeletal wings that poked out his shoulders flap and rattle with each bounce. Finally, the drake seems ready to head out for the afternoon. He'd not really gone outside this winter yet. The cold barely phased him, though mornings were kind of chilly to his extremities. Ever had a cold tail waking up first thing? He did, and it wasn't comforting. Even with such a plush bed as his barrel. Probably the softest bed he'd ever had in his life... 3 6.20 15/23 Shabh x.20
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Post by Flare on Jan 26, 2020 14:20:25 GMT -6
Going out to the mansion sounded like a decent enough walk. There seemed enough space for Shabh to run around at least nearby. The pup seemed desperately eager to go out today, practically fighting his lead with Flare undoing the lead from the stake in the ground. It was a smart idea from the beginning that the breeder had tied his lead like a harness versus a neck choker. Flailing his growing paws, the pup pulled forth towards the unopened gate of the garden, raring to go. Go. Go GO GOGOGOGOGOGO. A few jerky strips in his carrying bag, the drake scooped up a small bit of extra rope, as he did notice the pup's lead getting slightly tight on his growing girth. [Yes, we go now. Lets go now Shabh.] Woof! the rakai barked excitedly as he practically dragged his reptile friend to the gate. He was extremely excited to go out today. Just a bundle of energy. 4 7.20 x.20
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Post by Flare on Jan 27, 2020 20:23:19 GMT -6
He didn’t expect the rakai to be so energetic. Around others, he acted slightly timid, if not nervous. But being alone with Flare, all wagging long tail and a great insistance of playtime. The drake got the assumption that the pup just wanted some attention, and run around with more freedom then what his lead offered. Even with the once off of Cortana’s reassurance, the ssashirk had little confidence on whether or not the rakai pup would come back if he got loose. Or if he got into the garden and wouldn’t destroy everything. The plant creatures he had didn’t seem to bother the plants he had... even with little shooing away. The vinegar spray bulb seemed to be effective. Shabh took advantage of his reptile friend’s state of not paying attention to steer him to the side of the garden fencing to mark his territory on a bush then proceed along. It didn’t take long to reach the iron gates of the mansion. 5 8.20 x.20
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Post by Renathan on Jan 27, 2020 21:59:45 GMT -6
A bright creature of shimmering stars shoots out over the iron gate, wings flapping. What was it fleeing? A tiny glittering mote floats nearby.
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Post by Flare on Jan 27, 2020 22:34:40 GMT -6
The month, last he had asked the Warden about the date of year, seemed to be drawing to a close. If there was any icicles growing on the wrought bars, it appeared to be beginning to melt a bit. Just a drop here or there. Coming near the fence, the natural lighting dimmed significantly. This didn't effect the ssashirk, for he could see well in the dark. Shabh either, it seemed. He paused at the fencing, sniffing the drop point of the icicle water. A drop fell then, right on his nose. With a yip of surprise, the rakai stumbled back. Cold! Wet! What was this? His pointed ears, usually perked up full sails, drop backwards against his skull as he backs away from the fence, shaking his head a bit. The reptile friend extends his fingers, allowing the water to drop against them. The ice looked so intriciate on the inside... 6 9.20 x.20
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Post by Flare on Jan 28, 2020 17:40:41 GMT -6
Have you ever let a droplet of water trail down your finger to your palm? How the liquid follows the rivulets that separate the portions of the skin? Does a similar thing with scales. Flare tilted his hand just slightly, the water following gravity's downward path, tracing the fine intricacies that separated each scale from another on his skin. It... didn't feel that cold. His own hotter then anticipated body temperature heated the droplet and evaporated it by the time it reached his wrist. Small drop of water and all. Glancing downwards, Flare noted Shabh's defensive appearance, his shoulders hunched, barking shrilly at the offending melting icicles. His wings were flat to his back, and his ears back but not flat. [Just water.] The pup just barked again at the water drops. Stepping forward to snap at it. Now a spark of mischief may or may not have been in play when Shabh suddenly found himself showered in water droplets. 7 10.20
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