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Post by Lethalia on Mar 21, 2021 16:54:40 GMT -6
So much for being left alone over the mystery of what she could do, but all the better the hen had something a little different up her sleeve. Only so long she could slip under his inital advance, Ivaylo desperately evaded him with a sunlight glinting across her diminutive wings. It turned hastily from the mere sparking of scales to a radiant flash; Lethalia still saw spots being able to cover her eyes last moment. The drake wasn't nearly so lucky, all pursuit of the hen halted to fall upon the ground and claw at his searing eyes. How unfortunate he was close enough to suffer the brunt of it. Only just blinking the haze from her vision, Lethalia hardly caught Ivaylo careening towards the struggling drake, slamming into his side with the broad bone in her shoulder with all of her strength. It wasn't any prettier for being bloodless; at least the drake had stopped moving. It was worse when they didn't. || Ivaylo uses Bash || Ivaylo's strength of 6 + 6 Bash = 12 damage 12 damage - drake's 5 resistance = 7 damage 7 stamina - 7 damage = 0 stamina remaining flash|2
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Post by Lethalia on Mar 21, 2021 17:37:03 GMT -6
Lethalia stood with the pole clutched in white fists, still wound as if she was still contemplating hitting the downed drake - just in case. Caught between the pride of her hen's suddenly realized capability and needing to expend the blind fury somewhere, the opportunity approached.
"She killed him!" the man wailed as he came upon them, "you owe me!" It had taken so little time. The drake's owner hadn't even made his way all the way over to the scuffle. He looked shaken by the out but living drake - he'd never been in the pit, had he? Not that the sight got any easier, but the satyr had seen enough knocked out drakes to know this one still lived. Hens didn't just kill drakes - hell, most of them couldn't knock one out so cleanly! Not without a lot more work that Ivaylo had done. Breathing out to steady herself and take pause, Lethalia first glanced over her shoulder to ensure Ivaylo was more shaken than she was injured.
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Post by Lethalia on Mar 21, 2021 17:37:46 GMT -6
"Y'lucky th' hen is fine!" she bellowed, brandishing the stick at him as she advanced with heavy hooves. It only took a few steps forward to halt his progress any further, though the human was still tomato red. "He's not fuckin' dead - if'n y'don't haul 'im outta here I'll see t'it tha y'don't make it t'the temple!" What a day to not have her shotgun with her, but she would follow through with the tent pole if she had to. Heart pounding against her chest, the adrenaline was convinced she could manage it.
She wouldn't need to. The sentry drones tended to put a swift end to any sort of unmandated parties or battles in the city, and this one was no different. One could hear their piercing sirens from blocks away, impossible to tell how they could have been privy to it so quickly, the city had so many tactics to know. It was a good sign the altercation was over almost before it began, with Lethalia's preference towards sweeping away with Ivaylo while hollering her hired driver awake. They'd figure it out.
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Post by Lethalia on Mar 21, 2021 17:38:08 GMT -6
A few days later the satyr received a citation in the mail. After getting a neighbor to read it for her and get a good hoot out of it, the ticket was tossed away. Sure, there were only so many goat-horned humanoids with a red hen around, but they couldn't prove it was her. The sentry drones hadn't gotten close enough to capture their likeness clearly, and the satyr chose her spot for her sales carefully. Not like any security cameras caught her, either. Why no - she had absolutely no idea that her cart took the only space in the square that the scanning metal eyes couldn't catch. Why would somebody insinuate she do something like that, intentionally? The nerve.
In other words, if pressed, it wasn't me.
Lethalia had been seated with bigger issues, after all. It was a shock for a hen to knock a drake out cold without breathing fire or ice, especially one that the satyr hadn't any plans of being a fighter.
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Post by Lethalia on Mar 21, 2021 17:39:19 GMT -6
All of a sudden Ivaylo was hyper aware of the drakes' coming and goings in the farm, screaming back at an unbroken drake's squallor from the barn an acre away. The red refused to leave the house for the drakes outside. She whipped back inside at the mere scent of the camouflaged drake asleep in his shed, cried and wailed at the windows as his shadow flickered overhead. Vay would lose her mind at a mere chill in the air from the cold brown coming up to the house for attention, with his sullen blue-eyed mate in tow. And whenever there was a draft which hadn't come from their visits. Leth was really glad Vay didn't breathe fire. If she was going to have a nutcase on her hands, one who was shiny was quite preferable to one that was incendiary. But - this was no way for a hen to be living. Ivaylo lv|18 ly|18
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Post by Lethalia on Mar 21, 2021 17:39:54 GMT -6
Injecting Ivaylo with 'light' had seemed dubious at first. The element seemed fleeting and delicate, but all the same wasn't ill-suiting for a desert dweller. Even if the satyr couldn't quite imagine what it could do. Until the incident with the drake, there hadn't been any indications that the infusion had done anything aside from add a special luster to her antiqued pinks and burgundy. A considerably expensive version of scale oil, if that had been it.
There were a few ways to go about fixing the problem, and Leth wasn't sure Ivaylo was going to like any of them. First - what had made the hen's scales flash so in the sun? It'd enabled her to stop the drake long enough to batter him down, perhaps it would be useful to remind Vay of her power? If that couldn't get her to go outside, then Lethalia would just have to figure something else out.
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Post by Lethalia on Mar 23, 2021 0:02:52 GMT -6
If Vay wouldn't go outside, they could very well train right in the house. Besides, teaching her to use a flash of light at whim couldn't cause too much physical damage. Sure, it wasn't ideal, but neither was a hen taking up permanent residence indoors. The other few pets who lived indoors had vacated the living room in the face of Ivaylo's dour mood, scarcely willing to scramble past the den to reach the stairs or mudroom. Yeah, she couldn't allow the lady's reign of terror to continue like this. It seemed to disappoint the red that she couldn't do the same with the satyr, to spook the woman off with a wuthering look. Instead, all Vay could do was look incredibly displeased when her owner entered the room, wide dark sunglasses on and carrying a cookie sheet, two things the sarane had never seen before in her whole short life. Before her rumbling could turn into hissing, Lethalia tossed the hen a chunk of galabex jerky with a cheery chime of "Vay, shut t'fuck up." flash|3
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Post by Lethalia on Mar 23, 2021 0:03:48 GMT -6
Dried meat didn't go over quite as well as the fresh stuff she was accustomed to, but Leth wasn't about to be throwing red flesh around in a mostly white room. It gave Ivaylo enough time to consider slowing down, considering her human with a tilt of the head. She knew training, but in here was strange. There was hardly enough room for the growing hen to lay out across the hearth beside the furniture, let alone do any sort of movement. "Aight girlie," Leth continued, now that Ivaylo was in a calmer spot to 'hear her out.' Still Vay made funny faces at the sudden growth of bug eyes upon the woman's face, and the satyr peered over them at her hen. "Lessee those lights again," she suggested. Unless it was just some fluke, there was enough sunlight coming into the window to make her scales gleam just like the other day; surely that must mean she'd be able to re-create it? As she talked, she shifted the cookie sheet into the light weakly glint a shaft of sunlight directly at Vay. flash|4
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Post by Lethalia on Mar 23, 2021 0:06:33 GMT -6
Of course it wouldn't take much but Leth didn't expect that little to get a response. Ivaylo's pitched screech shook within the boxy human-shelter, a far brighter echo of light flaring to fill the room. Flinching to put up a protective arm, the satyr realized sunglasses were maybe not adequate protection. Leth mulled perhaps she was going about this the wrong way - Vay might've been better off learning how to screech at her enemies. "Good, Vay!" she was sing-songing almost automatically, "Good lights!" A piece of jerky was tossed mostly-blind, but Leth heard her shuffle over to go retrieve it. It had to of been some of the strangest bit of training she'd ever done, flashing a sheet pan at her hen every time she passed the room. It was a little to train Vay, and a little to motivate her to perhaps get out of the living room if she was getting bothered there. Instead, Ivaylo applied herself quite handily to learning the uses of her sun-catching scales to keep everybody else out of her living room. At least until her tyrannical rule ended at dusk. flash|5 | flash end
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Post by Lethalia on Mar 23, 2021 0:09:23 GMT -6
As it turned out, housetraining Vay ended up being the least of her problems. It was just like a cat; she started life in her hen shed with mama Esti for a few nights, with the sand pit outside for their 'business' further away from where they slept. It stuck without the slightest effort. When Leth brought the hatchling inside to shield her from the encroaching winter, the baby started using the litterbox in the mudroom without prompting. As soon as she got big enough to necessitate moving it outside, Vay wailed pitifully at the front door to be let out. While mostly good, she also didn't see any reason to stave off her yelling for consideration of others; in fact, it was the only habit she didn't change after her 'incident' with the drake. Even the drakes outside couldn't keep her from her litterbox - and she'd go hide back inside immediately afterwards, anyway. She seemed to be mostly active when the sun was, which wasn't horrible timing for the most part. With the morning sun coming earlier and earlier though? Lethalia was going to be getting better at getting up at the buttcrack of dawn with her. Ugh. Ivaylo lv|19 ly|19 go out|1 | go out end
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Post by Lethalia on Jul 10, 2021 19:03:12 GMT -6
Leth had put it up to a fluke at first, the fact that Juniper was ghosting around her while doing chores near the hen house. Ah, the white was likely curious over what she was doing in their territory or if she brought along food this time. It only became noticable when the hen followed her further - out to the far shed where Lethalia did her 'work', around the pond, just outside of the house. At that point, it was hard to miss the fact that there was a thick white mist hanging just outside of wherever she was working. Lethalia emerged from the dingy building at the back of her property, drying off her arms and relishing in the fresh air outside. "June," Lethalia addressed, walking up to a thick mist that lingered next to the path. "Y'not gettin' extra treats, hangin' ou here," she informed the cloud. The creatures would flock here, if she fed them from the source. Better to keep them out of her investments and from gorging themselves by keeping their interests unrewarded. Juniper lv|16.1 ly|16.1
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Post by Lethalia on Jul 10, 2021 19:04:34 GMT -6
Juniper's head popped out of the shroud and the mist coalesced at the disturbance, collecting to dew and falling in glittering drops. The weather was taking a turn for the hot - it was nearly a decent idea to train the hen to be a cooling system. Holding out her hands to the creature, Lethalia was only a little bit shocked when her upturned palms were where Juni placed her big wedge shaped head. Like the cold-injected drakes, her pallid white scales were cool to the touch.
The scales under her chin were still stained grass green from all of her tumbles at the gym. Here Leth would've thought the hen would've been enjoying getting rid of her owner for a while, after putting her through her paces at the gym. Apparently the exercise hadn't been too hard on her, even if it might not have had the benefit the woman was looking for.
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Post by Lethalia on Jul 10, 2021 19:05:12 GMT -6
There was the expectation that age would mellow most things out, but Leth never took it for granted when she had a particularly difficult youngling that might not end up changing. Best not to hedge any bets on it. The weeks left alone had seen Juniper grow into herself, filling out and gaining healthy fat around her neck and midsection, beginning to look more like a proper hen than some gawky teen. She hadn't gotten on well with the other hatchlings, a trait seeming to carry on to adulthood. Juniper didn't even appear all that different, but by now seemed like she was pretty solidly shut out from the hen group. The gym had helped her a little bit physically, but it hadn't leant her enough self confidence help overcome this hurtle.
It finally dawned on her. "Juniper, y'lonely?" Were they creatures with as high of social needs as some? Surely not much considering sarane were built specifically against group instincts in mind, but Juniper seeking her owner out for companionship was unmistakable.
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Post by Lethalia on Jul 10, 2021 19:10:46 GMT -6
Welp. Her work was sweltering and disgusting, and spending some time with her suddenly-sweet hen sounded far more appealing than returning to the killing shed. "C'mon, baby girl. Wanna g'onna walk?"... For all her affinity with the water, Juniper hadn't really checked out the lake available to her. It seemed lke she ought to be suffering for the recent onslaught of summer, but she kept on preferring to try and butt her way into the hens' shed or her owner's life too much to bother with the lake. Funny, considering she'd have it entirely to herself. Lethalia didn't care much for the water - but certain things could inspire a tolerance for it. Like this heat, for one. Another being that she didn't obtain the lake bordering her property for nothing. If she didn't have any proper lake monsters, the satyr would just have to make use of it herself. Juniper had a ways to go yet before she could be considered a monster of any kind.
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Post by Lethalia on Jul 10, 2021 19:11:00 GMT -6
It was heartening to see Juniper perk up as they rounded the lake, the most lively Leth had seen the poor hen in days. Perhaps she should have stepped in earlier for how solmn of a look Juni had taken on, but she never would have known if the hens could have worked things out themselves until they tried. Clearly it hadn't worked in the white hen's favor. Leaving the hen to eyeball the water, Lethalia set herself to peeling off every article of clothing she could. It was so muggy everything clung to her like a second skin, hardly wanting to let go in her desperate attempts to wrestle it off. She was coming to an understanding why the colder months had become more of a draw to her, after the perpetual spring-summer she grew up chasing with the Caravan. There was an alternative to the heat she'd only caught glimpses of before settling down with Vale, or coming to the city. It was no longer surprising to find she preferred it. The woman growled and whipped her shirt at the ground once free of it, stepping out of her shorts and viciously kicking them off to the pile. Ugh. Whatever - it was fine to be trashy on her own property. Juniper lv|17 ly|17
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