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Post by Vixen on Oct 29, 2019 1:48:11 GMT -6
Voodoo Level 28 | Loyalty 63 Sta 9 | Str 8 | Res 5 | Dex 3 | Men 2 *stats altered due to elixir of giant growth Special Abilities: Hardy, Intimidation, Fly, Survival Instincts, Empathetic Link Moves: Torment, Arid Bite, Dead Scream Knows: Name, come, stay, no, tack up, carry load, carry rider, bridle knowledge, jump over
Aquilia ; Female Level 83 | Loyalty 70 Sta 7 | Str 5 | Res 4 | Dex 4 | Men 3 Special Abilities: Desert-Dwelling, Electrical Resistance, Thorny Body, Fly, Acid Resistance, Acid Fang, Empathetic Link, Fire Resistance Moves: Climb, Gash, Bite, Call Lightning, Bio Pulse, Fire Shield Moves Taught: Stalk, Pounce, Crunch, Rend, Tail Strike, Deceptive Lure, Call Lightning, Fire Shield Abilities Taught: Hardy, Danger Sense, Fly Tricks: Tack Up
The quest board was a strange mistress. Never did Vixen really walk by it with the intention of responding to an ad, and yet she somehow got suckered into this thing or that. This one, the strangest yet- she was to camp and watch someone's shed? She didn't have time for that! Well... still, she had a hard time turning someone down... So here she was, the second evening of her watch, stirring stew over a hot plate, a Sarane stretched out in a maroon brindled expanse as she slept, and Voodoo quietly preening his feathers behind her. She wasn't really even sure what she planned to do once she encountered whatever it was she was hunting. She had a net, a catch pole, sure, but what was she actually going to do? Perhaps bringing a Sarane and vampiric Equillion was overkill, but they were her most bonded creatures, and Aquilia's combat training was valuable in any circumstance. Sighing, Vixen turned the hot plate off, making a mental note that it needed to be recharged soon, and pulled her pot onto a towel. There you go, eat it straight from the pot like Ashe or Rhett... the animals... she criticized herself, sticking a spoon straight into the stew.
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Post by Vixen on Oct 30, 2019 13:47:09 GMT -6
Vixen was practically wrapping her body around the heated pot, goose bumps erupting across her skin under her thick layers as the sun went down. Sharing several physical traits with snakes, Vixen was particularly sensitive to chilly temperatures, and once the thermometer dropped below 70, her bundling habits became, well... a bit excessive. Though it was only a bit nippy outside, Vixen herself was clad in thick sweats, a snug long sleeve, and a jacket, her body language somewhat clenched even still. Voodoo, sensing her discomfort through their shared link, lumbered forward a pace, better blocking Vixen from the mild breeze. She glanced up from her meal appreciatively, leaning over briefly to scratch at one of his striped legs. Voodoo exhaled softly, returning to his feathers, but his mental link now open to her. The finer points of language were lost on Voodoo, but he had shared an empathetic, telepathic, and sensory link with Vixen long enough to have his own ways of posing questions. When a picture of their surroundings flashed in Vixen's mind with tendrils of confusion, she understood his meaning well enough. We're... She pushed a picture of the well-groomed stranger from the quest board, helping. Voodoo's questioning did not relent. That humanoid was unfamiliar to him, and the nondescript plight moved him little. We get... Vixen frowned, trying to imagine how to explain the concept of money- not to say that was their reward, strictly, but it would be easier to explain reward to Voodoo than polite helpfulness.
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Post by Vixen on Oct 30, 2019 14:00:28 GMT -6
Vixen imagined credits, then imagined them trading hands, and receiving feed for her creatures, carefully taking her time on each mental image so they would not blur together as she projected them to Voodoo. We trade things... for food. Voodoo rolled a large red eye in her direction. He wasn't impressed; how inefficient were humans? Why have a trade system at all, why not just get the food directly? Humans were a needlessly complicated lot, and he couldn't abide by their strange ways; still, he loved his human(ish) deeply, and would aid her on whatever stupid tasks caught her fancy. When she pushed her food away and tightened her boots, he patiently lowered his front end to his knees, anticipating her needs. She had gone patrolling the property this time last night, and he suspected that she'd want to again. As it were, the Equillion was correct, and Vixen was grabbing her flash light and tucking the collapsible catch pole and bundle of rope under her arm. Briefly she considered formally saddling Voodoo, but opted not to- she didn't have a particular defense for this beyond laziness; she was content with her balance on the large stallion's back. "Look alive, Lia," she called out, pulling herself onto Voodoo's back.
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Post by Vixen on Oct 30, 2019 14:29:52 GMT -6
A large golden eye cracked open, and Aquilia loosed a loud, huffy breath. It was boring here. Vixen had hardly worked her at all lately, and this is what she was recruited for? Napping in a pasture? She'd rather be sleeping than wandering in a circle, looking for... for what? Nothing? Aquilia shifted positions from sprawled out to a tightly curled coil, but otherwise did not move. Vixen, now situated on the oversized stallion, rode Voodoo a big closer to the Sarane. "Lia, UP." The demand was verbal and mental, accessing the Sarane through their ribbon, the full weight of Vixen's command reverberating between them. Lia was a pill to deal with at times, often ornery with no good reason as to why. While she was obedient, she certainly managed to push Vixen's buttons in the process. With a low grunt, the dragon rolled herself to her feet, dramatically stretching her yellow-webbed wings as she slowly extended each foot individually. Vixen rolled her eyes, backing up Voodoo and facing them towards the back of the property. "Yeah, Lia? Are you tired from sleeping the past two days? That sounds exhausting. Are you going to make it? Need to talk about it?" Her sarcasm was lost on her animals, but it brought her minor comforts.
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Post by Vixen on Oct 30, 2019 15:54:11 GMT -6
Satisfied that Aquilia had deigned to join them, Vixen settled onto Voodoo's broad back, one hand lightly gripping the tresses of his main, the other gently restraining the supplies she had arranged across her lap. Guess we'll patrol the property a few times tonight... if nothing comes out by tomorrow, we might have to start setting traps or something. I can't be here all week. Voodoo carried them to the back line of the property, where nature starkly contrasted with the beginning and end of the manicured land. Here, the woods were dark and the foliage thick, and Vixen slowed Voodoo to a slow walk along this property line. She wasn't sure what was disturbing the pocket pet breeder, but she had a feeling that whatever it was, probably lived in the untamed landscaping nearby- or it flew. One or the other, she supposed. Despite her squinting and focused stare into the growth, nothing suspicious or worthy of scrutiny jumped out at her. If anything, she was only giving herself a headache, so eager to see something of interest that she nearly imagined things to investigate. Finally, she looked away, blinking rapidly as she stared down at Voodoo's ears in an effort to clear her pseudo-evidence from her mind.
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