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Post by Flare on Oct 7, 2019 12:43:12 GMT -6
The ssashirk is woken by crunching footsteps in the dew laden grasses. Two sets of crunching footsteps. He hadn't brought anything out with him to camp in the woods; though a blanket might've been a smarter idea. His scales protected him from the twigs and rocks on the floor of the woodside. A few leaves fell off him as he shifted, raising his head to blink blearily at the two sets of small fox feet. No...yes? He looks up. One taller cub, one not so tall cub, and the not so tall is holding a third, its paws hooked around his neck. "Ma wants you to join us for breakfast." he states with a bite to his words, as if he needed to be talked throughly into this. "Dwagon!" the littlest cub blurts, gripping tight to the collar of the red cub's coat to point with tiny fox paw. "Dwagon!" Not in a scared tone at all, but extremely excited. Flare yawns widely, unfolding himself into getting up slowly. He hears, feels the pops of his joints of sleeping outdoors and being so tucked in. But the three cubs are still watching him as he eases into a standing position, putting a lot of weight on his staff-cane to get up. 15 11.20
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Post by Flare on Oct 7, 2019 12:49:15 GMT -6
"Hey. Why's one of your legs shorter then the other-ow." the littler cub asks as they lead the way back to the tree. The silver one gives him a slight elbow, a frown and a shake of the head. Rude, he mouths. "What? I'm just asking a question." "Born short leg." Flare mutters softly. His accent is hard to understand but he gets the words out. "No walk fassst." "Don't worry old timer, we'll walk with you." the littler cub responds. Although he did not intend to be rude, it came across as so, earning another sour look from the silver one. Were they siblings? None of the other foxes he'd seen were silvery furred. "Not old." the drake growls, more to himself. Tattered, yes. Old? Hardly. Ssashirk who were 'old' had graying scales and missing teeth and bad eyes as well as moving slow. The family of foxes dined outside with their guest for breakfast, enjoying a heaping plate of minnows on toast. "Making any progress on my request, Mr. Lizard?" The male fox he had first met asked, sipping a cup of tea before taking a sharp bite of toast and minnow. 16 12.20
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Post by Flare on Oct 7, 2019 13:43:46 GMT -6
How to put this in common, the drake wasn't quite sure. Yes, he had been working on his Common but not everything made sense. Request, ffrogress? "Eees." he nods. "Small thing. Flees. No lock broke. No entree in." Mrs. Fox nods, offering him some toast and minnows. "Vanisssshed. Ffoof." He attempts to pantomime disappearing into thin air. "No humansss ssseen." Mr. Fox frowns into his mug. "I was thinking of raccoons, but they'd have to break into the window or the lock on the shed door." he muses aloud. When the drake tilts his head to the side in confusion, he elaborates. "Uh, raccoons." The drake shakes his head no. He'd never heard of "rrraccooons". "I have high hopes you'll be able to get this solved, Mr. Lizard." he finally says with a smirk. "Well, I'm off. Have a good day my darlings." the fox gets up, gives his mate a peck on the cheek, and ruffles his cubs' fur before leaving the table and away for the day. 17 13.20
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Post by Renathan on Oct 7, 2019 14:26:17 GMT -6
You have rolled a success! Your QP has been added to the bank, and your prize will be sent shortly. You may continue roleplaying if you wish!
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