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Post by Renathan on Nov 7, 2019 18:26:45 GMT -6
Aron x Citrouille (Jack/Renatahn)
This room can look however you wish it to look, within reason. Only the two whose names appear here may post within this thread.
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Post by Renathan on Nov 7, 2019 18:32:20 GMT -6
Citrouille was running, legitimately running, across a really narrow group of rocks along the wall. Behind her, an angry Galathan is having the hardest time catching up to her; eventually she leaps across the canyon and loses him by hiding in a group of tunnels that she knows quite well since she regularly used them to get away from her marks. At her waist, a pouch of coins softly jingled. She travels along several tunnels with a goodly bunch of light let in. These tunnels were used to grow plants for more herbivorous draconics, and hardly anyone was here most of the day. She slid along the produce lithely, as Makiyan are wont to do. Eventually, she passes one of her favorite hideouts; a round canyon room that was covered in vines and squash of various types. Citrouille laid down among the vines comfortably. Perhaps she should lay low here for a while before going back to the cave? She loved her family and really didn't want any of her marks figuring out where she lived, after all! [1]
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Post by Jack on Nov 7, 2019 20:00:35 GMT -6
He stared as someone came bounding into his area. Well, it wasn't necessarily his area, but he claimed it all the same. He'd seen footprints of someone else and he'd delved into the shadow realm to find who it was, only finding red mist and the clink of coins. Tilting his head, he swooped down and landed next to her, glaring a little. "I see you've found this place..." Aron started, glowering a little harder at the female Draconic. Since he had no idea of her intelligence, he began with Draconic, most spoke at least that, unless you were the dimwits in the cavern he called a family. Still, he was fond of them and would defend them to the best of his abilities. That didn't mean someone could run into his area, run.... There were few Draconics who couldn't fly, and he wasn't sure what he felt of them at the moment, or if he should really feel anything. 2/25
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Post by Renathan on Nov 7, 2019 20:19:05 GMT -6
Citrouille tilted her head, suddenly. She had no idea where the voice had come from! It would have sounded disembodied to her, if not for the fact that she assumed that someone had to be there. She nearly stood up, but decided that it would not help her not a bit. The individual already had seen her. She glanced up and around, whipping her tail back and forth. No one had ever been here before; but perhaps it was a farmer, one of the farming draconics that kept the squash weeded and watered. That had to be it. Still, she saw a shalaya, and thought multiple things at once suddenly. The first was; how could a shalaya be a farmer? Wouldn't that be a little difficult? She tilted her head."Who?" She called out, anyway. She had not at all seen him before, and she had been here many times before She'd met a shalaya; her cousin was a shalaya; but she'd never seen one so brightly colored!
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Post by Jack on Nov 7, 2019 20:26:12 GMT -6
"'Who goes there?' I guess I should be happy you can talk at all, but really?" Aron asked, picking his way over several of the squashes with a disgusted look on his face. If this was the kind of people it brought to this place, well... he might have to find somewhere new. Maybe he just hadn't noticed her or something, her orange coloring was a little lovely, but the rest was a bit of a shame, pity. He stretched out and settled down on a patch of grass in front of her and looked her over. Maybe he shouldn't provoke someone bigger than himself, but he could fly and he had his mind to rely on, so he wasn't too terribly worried. He'd managed to get himself out of worse spots than this before. All he would have to do is watch out for whatever breath she could make, some of them could breathe fear, and that wasn't necessarily something he wanted to experience.
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Post by Renathan on Nov 7, 2019 20:30:19 GMT -6
Now that was a shock. Of course she knew a word or two, her father had spoke common from birth. Sure, it would take her much longer than that, but she already understood way better than her mother! Immediately she stood at full height, placed a paw on a pumpkin absentmindedly, and squashed it. She was not at all happy about this and she tried to come across incredulously. She was already quite upset, BUT she couldn't leave yet. This was in the middle of a deep and twisty part of the canyon, and she needed to be able to hide just a little while longer to lose the tail. Still, she didn't want to have to deal with this... This individual if she didn't have to. No longer than she had to. She stepped daintily over a couple of pumpkins, and whipped her tail as she stood a little less entangled now. She HAD been trying to hide. Geeze.
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Post by Jack on Nov 8, 2019 16:57:23 GMT -6
Hmm, he supposed there was a limit to how much she could talk. Shame really, but what could you do? Aron sighed a little as she squashed the pumpkin and fluttered in front of her, ready to go if she decided to do something a little more... immediate to him. He tilted his head and glanced to the pouch at her hip, "Ah, hiding I see..." Frowning a little, he wasn't sure what to do about that. Sure he was a little upset that he was having to deal with another person, but she was pretty, so at least there was that much going for her. Whatever. Settling down again, this time on a nearby pumpkin, he tilted his head and looked her over, "So I guess I should introduce myself at least. Aron." Could he expect her to say her name? He had no idea, but that wasn't the point, he supposed. Sighing again, he figured this was going to be a long, long night.
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Post by Renathan on Nov 8, 2019 17:02:33 GMT -6
Citrouille had heard others speak her whole life, so she understood speech. Just not well enough to actually, you know, talk. She just didn't have the confidence to try yet, but she hoped to start getting good at it soon. Maybe she would try later, she thought. He said some things, and she understood at least one thing- hiding. Yes, yes she was hiding. She tilted her head up at him and slitted her verdant green eyes immediately. Huh. Why was he here, anyway? She watched him warily, keeping her coins on her and near her. He was sitting on a pumpkin now, almost like a bird. Her body was much bulkier, and it was harder to hide when she was so much larger than most of the smart draconics. She looked at him. Aron, huh? She pointed to herself, and spoke one word, the one her parents had made sure that she knew how to say. It came out in a hiss. "Citrouille." Was all she said.
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Post by Jack on Nov 8, 2019 17:22:33 GMT -6
"Well then, I suppose it's nice to meet you Citrouille," Aron said dryly, resting his head on one of his paws as he stared at her. What were they supposed to do anyway? Just sit there awkwardly until she decided to leave or something? The canyon was huge, what were the chances they'd picked the same one anyway? He sighed a little, he could calculate that, he just really didn't feel like it right now, not when he had to focus on this. "So, you're running from someone, obviously, but who? Would it have to do with that thing?" he finally asked, pointing a claw at the pouch at her side. It only made sense, even if she didn't make him go into the shadow realm to delve deep into things. Aron shook his head a little, what was she doing stealing from someone? She seemed young at least, maybe she just didn't know any better.
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Post by Renathan on Nov 8, 2019 17:26:15 GMT -6
Aron, huh? What sort of a name was that, huh? Citrouille had never seen him around, and she had no idea why he was here after all. She had been here so many times before. For a moment, she thought she heard a noise, and tilted her head, looking out in the direction. It was probably only a mouse, though, scurrying in the canyon walls. It didn't sound large enough to be any draconic, at least. Then, the Shalaya began to speak, and she listened, trying to hear past him, just in case she had been wrong. He pointed a claw at her pouch, and immediately she moved it away, even though he hadn't been close really at all. She faced him now, full-head on, to make sure that he wouldn't try to take it from her. She was a thief, but not a petty one, she'd have to think. She looked past him warily, and then at him again. "Thing." She said. "Who." She repeated. "Running." Then she waited. She nodded. "Running." She kept quiet. She was smart, clever even, but not perfect at speech. Who could be with her upbringing? A lashak mother, and a half-shalaya makiyan father... No one at her level really.
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Post by Jack on Nov 8, 2019 17:33:04 GMT -6
"Right, so you're running away from someone with the thing," he said, raising a brow at her when she shuffled away a little to face him head on. Well then, that was interesting. He tilted his head at her, he was hard to hide with his bright colors, but... he was surprised she managed to hide as well sometimes. Aron shrugged a bit and shook his head a little, "Well, at least you're smart enough to learn how to speak. You're getting the hang of it, it seems." He tilted his head a bit, she seemed to be trying, maybe that wasn't going to be too bad no matter what if he could at least teach her something, she couldn't be dumb forever, right? Sighing a little, he settled down a little more comfortably and then looked at her, "So you probably want to learn how to talk, right? I suppose I can help, if you show me what you've got."
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Post by Renathan on Nov 8, 2019 19:20:40 GMT -6
Citrouille listened, as closely as possible, trying to remember her father's words with his language, and what they meant. Running... Thing... Yes, yes she was. She watched him tilt his head, wondering vaguely if that was some aspect of language, or some meaning or something. That was what made it difficult, of course. She watched him shrug, and then watched the head shake as well, green-eyes glowing. "Smart." She repeated, pointed to herself, and nodded. She understood that much. Hang... Of it. She heard, and tried to get an idea as to what he meant about 'hanging' and getting that. Huh, how odd. "Talk!" She repeated after him, raising her head slightly and looking at him more clearly now, with less judgement. "Help." She said.
Then she sat there for a moment, and tried desperately to conjure up anything that might could seem like a sort of conversation. "Help... Help talk? Dad. Dad talk." She said, bumbling over every single bit of it possible. But it was common; not even remotely fluent, and it sounded like she only understood a word here or there.
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Post by Jack on Nov 8, 2019 19:46:26 GMT -6
Aron nodded his head and tapped his muzzle with a claw, "Not bad, not bad. At least you seem to understand me, if nothing else. Your dad talks? Surprising you can't yet then. Hmmm..." If he was going to teach her how to talk, this would be interesting. Of course it was something to do to pass the time, nothing if not like having a play toy for a little while, and he could always ignore her if he didn't want anything to do with her again. "Alright, I'll help," he told her with another nod, and he leaned forward a little to point at the pouch at her side, "Show me." Tit for tat and all that, she needed to show him something if he was going to help her out, right? It was only fair, he figured with a little smirk on his face, and he settled back again to wait.
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Post by Renathan on Nov 8, 2019 19:53:18 GMT -6
Citrouille heard him say dad, and talks. She caught those words, though it was hard. Luckily she was smart, and not completely unsure about common, since she had heard it so much. Help, he said. She knew what that meant, too. Her father had taught her some words very well. Her name, how to ask for help in case she got lost or hurt, of course she knew the world talk, and the words dad and mom. Oh, and pops! She tilted her head as the shalaya pointed at her pouch. "S-show." She managed, and then grabbed for the bag. "Coin." She said, drawing forth one between two surprisingly dexterous claw. "Coin." She said again, pulling another out. She was sure he probably had no interest in her coins. "Need? Coin." She said, surprising herself though also quite surprised at her own questioning tone. This was how she made her coin; her family tended to do things their own way, but this was how she decided to do things. She wasn't always dishonest in her retrieval of coin, but often times her patrons were still not completely happy.
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Post by Jack on Nov 8, 2019 20:01:50 GMT -6
Oh, just some money then, nothing too interesting. He settled back again and shook his head, "No, no coins for me." Though maybe it would be interesting to get paid for this somehow. Hopping off of the pumpkin, he sprawled out rather unmagestically on the ground before rolling over to scratch a rather persistent itch. "Well, what do you want to learn first? Words for things you see or words for things you feel?" he asked as he rolled back onto his stomach and then pushed him into a sitting position. Aron wasn't sure what to make of her at the moment, sure she was pretty, but that was pretty much it about it, it seemed. Well, she was honestly pretty smart for a person, but that wasn't the point either it seemed. He didn't know what was going on, why was he focusing on how pretty she was? Frustrated, he shook his head and looked at her sternly, "Well?"
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