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Post by Renathan on Apr 7, 2019 17:59:58 GMT -6
Renathan was able to sneak up behind the dragon-oak, or at least he felt like he did, since the creature didn't turn around or anything like that. Renathan was getting excited, what were these odd anomalies in his new garden? Well, sort of new. New to him, and newly worked and set up. Renathan had planned on doing some more work on it, and now he was already curious as to what was hiding here. Renathan tried to look up over the top of the dragon-oak only to find out that he wasn't quite tall enough to look over the short creature's really big head and down into the hollow. Huh, that sucked. Renathan edged forward, nearly bumping into the dragon-oak's tail. That would not do! The mammalian tried to walk the long way around the critter, without getting into it's direct line of sight. He didn't want to startle his garden creatures before they were used to him, after all!
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Post by Renathan on Apr 7, 2019 18:03:43 GMT -6
Renathan knew that it would take a long time for his creatures to truly get used to him. He was always resigned to that fact; he had a ton of them that still needed training and he fed all of them all the time. They usually either shied away from him or cowered, but some were downright aggressive. He tried not to make the relationship between the master and beast any worse than they had to be. Renathan was able to quickly get into a position that allowed for a good line of sight of the tiny hollow that the dragon-oak had managed to locate. Inside there appeared to be a tiny pink mushroom. Renathan blinked; and within that blink; it was gone. What? Had the dragon-oak eaten it? He had not been close enough to really eat it, so it left the mammalian completely stumped. Renathan watched for a while, curious.
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Post by Renathan on Apr 7, 2019 18:10:50 GMT -6
After a few moments, the mammalian's curiosity was completely sated. The dragon-oak was startled and fell back onto it's rump, shaking it's head as the tiny pink bellaroxi streaked past. Just why had Renathan thought it was a mushroom? Renathan watched the fast-moving tiny creature as it rushed away and leapt into the brush not too far away. Huh. Renathan got closer, trying to see if anything else was in the hollow, but the dragon-oak sent out a quick warning of seared air; shimmering. Not fire, just a strange heat-wave that was super small. A warning, that was for sure. Renathan backed up; his hands raised. He knew that the creature was not quite used to him enough yet. With this moment, the dragon-oak was staring him down, as if ready to get him. Renathan allowed just the barest of heat to crackle through his antlers as a warning; and the dragon-oak looked a bit taken-aback.
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Post by Renathan on Apr 7, 2019 19:12:43 GMT -6
The dragon oak did not waste time after seeing this threat display; she dipped her head as if in some kind of strange understanding with him, and toddled off, back towards where her den was. Renathan knew that he would need to check up on some more of his strange new creatures; especially worrying since he hadn't seen hide nor... Uh leaf, of them, in a while. Renathan watched the strange dragon-like beast move away, and off into the brush. Renathan sighed, and then looked down into the hole that they had been looking into previously. There; he found something very surprising; a strange black serpent-like creature was coiled inside. The creepingwither. Renathan swallowed nervously, and took a step back, watching it with a wary gaze. These were venomous, and Renathan was very, very not good with poisons of any kind. Renathan takes a good step back again, and decides to keep an eye on it for a moment more. Ah, well, he could 'bond' with it for now, at least, by being in it's presence.
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Post by Renathan on Apr 7, 2019 19:19:59 GMT -6
Renathan had no idea why he just insisted on having all of these venomous or poison-bearing creatures when he was so darn allergic to venom of all kinds. Sure, everyone was affected by venoms in a very bad way, but Renathan had the absolute worst effects with it. His people were always very allergic to venoms, moreso than the populations of other races, so he knew instinctively from childhood teaching not to be anywhere around venomous serpents. However, he had bought a venomous horse-thing, of all things, and now this creepingwither. He had bought the creepingwither, at least, for a very serious reason. He wanted to begin working on cures for poisons, and figured that the berries would be useful for that. However, he was still not convinced that he'd be able to properly remove the berries when the time came. However, he did know that being around the creature would help him in the long run, or at least he hoped so.
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Post by Jack on Apr 7, 2019 20:06:32 GMT -6
What cool fruit!
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Post by Renathan on Apr 7, 2019 21:11:10 GMT -6
Renathan decided to sit there and stare pretty dumbly at the creature for a while, partly out of wanting to keep an eye out for it in case it decided to try to bite him or something, and also because he was just a bit scared of it. Sure, he knew it was in the garden somewhere, but the chances of it running into him randomly was a bit slim unless he was looking for it specifically. He wondered what the chances are that he would run into it right now, sure he was going to go look for it, but he was expecting it to take some time. Renathan then watched as the creepingwither crept out from under it's hiding place. Renathan immediately backed off, out closer to the fruit that he had been looking for earlier, and the creepingwither curled up on a nearby set of long-reaching roots to soak up some rays.
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Post by Renathan on Apr 7, 2019 21:20:07 GMT -6
Renathan stared at the creepingwither for a bit longer, hoping that it would grow used to him being around but that he wouldn't look too much like lunch. He had heard that some snakes could unhinge their jaws and eat creatures much larger than them. He didn't know if a creepingwither was a snake like that or not but he also didn't really want to find out. After a moment or two, the creepingwither seemed to curl up, not looking quite apt to try to eat him, and not really interested in him much at all. Renathan was quiet for a little bit, and then he reached up to take a look at that first really neat fruit. It was very strange, all covered in what looked like deep blue scales. Like a dragon or something! Renathan was curious about it; but still nervous about the creepingwither. He looked back to stare at the creature for a second more.
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Post by Renathan on Apr 7, 2019 21:39:25 GMT -6
The creepingwither stared back with the least amount of concern possible showing in its face. Renathan was not used to dealing with such blatant disinterest, so he hoped it would be fine to continue looking at the fruit without having to go back and stare some more at the creepingwither like he was part of a strange staring contest of doom. Renathan turned back toward the fruit with a bit more curiosity than fear than he had last time he looked at it. He had no idea how to tell if it was ripe or not, or anything else. He also wasn't sure if it was poisonous or not; but judging by how guarded and scaled it was, he figured that the scales served as the protection of the fruit and NOT some kind of poison. Plants usually only divulged in developing whatever was absolutely required, and no more, for protection than they have to.
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Post by Renathan on Apr 7, 2019 21:53:28 GMT -6
Renathan knew from experience and from being taught in his homeland's teaching system that most creatures were like that; they were built for one thing, and typically that one thing only; to waste the least amount of energy possible. This was due to the constant heave-and-haw of how difficult life out in nature was. Plants were most likely the same way; only doing just enough to be able to reproduce in a successful manner. Renathan was actually quite well schooled before coming to pethia; it kind of shocked him how little most of the denizens knew about how the world really worked. But he didn't know a lot of things about pethia either, so he figured that it just worked out. Renathan reaches up to touch the blue fruit; and feels like he catches sight of a second one not far from it; pale teal. Why were they different colors? Were these fruits always different colors? Behind him, the creepingwither stares at him, enjoying the rays of the sun for a moment longer, but not too long.
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Post by Renathan on Apr 7, 2019 22:00:37 GMT -6
Renathan does not notice when the creepingwither decides to move into the shade again, and darts back over to where it's hollow in the fruit tree was. It slid right past his feet without any issues, not even touching a single hair. Truth was, the creepingwither was in no way interested in eating him, and regarded him the same as it would a tree; though that would change if it attacked her. Renathan was too busy staring at the strange fruits, and trying to figure out what the scales were made out of (tough skin from what he could tell) and why they were different colors (they were on the same tree and usually that meant that one was ripe and the other was not; though they seemed to be roughly the same size) Renathan finally figured that perhaps, they were simply just going to be like that. Maybe the tree put off all different colors of fruits?
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Post by Renathan on Apr 7, 2019 22:03:38 GMT -6
Renathan glanced back for a moment to stare back where he thought the creepingwither might be; only to see that she was not there. Holy crap! Renathan jumped up at least a foot and then glanced around, looking desperately to find where it had gone. Perhaps it had slithered off into the bushes? That was terrifying. Renathan turned back toward the tree that bore the fruits, wondering whether he should just leave or not, and instead sees the creepingwither curled up in the shade on the roots of this tree, out of the sunlight. Relief flooded him suddenly. Ah, that made a lot of sense. Yeah, the creepingwither was just done with sunning, and ready to cool down for a bit. It did have a dark black coloration, and that meant it would get hotter quicker. Yeah. Lots of sense. Renathan returned to the fruits, now that he knew where the sly creepingwither was.
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Post by Renathan on Apr 7, 2019 22:06:57 GMT -6
Renathan would not put it past the creature to have moved there specifically to spite him, but perhaps that was just his relative fear of being poisoned or else-wise inflicted with some disease by it. The creature was not producing berries at the moment, so that was probably a good thing. Renathan had wanted to pick up more creatures from the shops, but he figured this would do for now... Wow, he really got off of topic when he began thinking hard. The mammalian stands up further and reaches to grab and collect both fruits, one at a time, and then he put them gently in a fold of his waist sash. This would do for now, he was sure. Renathan stared down at the creepingwither for a moment, wondering where he needed to check next. He looked the rest of the tree over quickly for more fruits, wondering how he must have just managed to find the first two fruits of the season. Judging by the falling blossoms on the tree.
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Post by Renathan on Apr 7, 2019 22:10:19 GMT -6
Renathan finally gathered up and looked down at the creepingwither another time. He needed to start moving towards the gazebo again; judging by the position of the sun in the sky. He didn't have all day to be here, after all, and he just wanted to check on his garden creatures and perhaps gather something to see what his garden could produce. He'd never gardened before, after all! Renathan spoke, quietly. "Alrighty, I think I'll name you..." He thought for a moment, speaking at the creepingwither. "Unseelie. That will work." The creepingwither seemed just as uncaring as ever, and Renathan hadn't been expecting anything less than that. Renathan tilted his head down at it out of habit, and then began to move off towards the row of blackberry bushes to find his way back to the gazebo. It didn't take long for him to be standing there, staring up at the pretty thing. He'd planted morning glories to grow atop it, but they weren't really ready yet.
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Post by Jack on Apr 10, 2019 14:54:49 GMT -6
A strange potato guarded a sprig of lavender. Huh, how did that get there?
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