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Post by Renathan on Jan 26, 2019 22:10:26 GMT -6
Renathan continued with the work on the chiryma's physical rehabilitation for a full week, as instructed, after the veterinarian was done with his job. The chiryma could not run, but he could walk. Slowly, tremulously. He would not be able to run, he was told that, and it was for sure. For a chiryma, that had to be devastating, and the tiny creature had no idea yet. Renathan still gave it added protein to it's diet while they continued to work. He continued to give inventive to the creature to move as fast as possible, to make it more sure footed in the movements. The creature finally seemed to plateau-off at a sort of hobbled, garbled half-walk. Renathan still felt bad, but he had done what he could to get the creature ready for basic work. He wanted to wait until it was firmly into it's first molt before actually doing any kind of real training, even just trick training.
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Post by Renathan on Jan 26, 2019 23:05:31 GMT -6
[Today - Renathan used 'Sever Bond']
Renathan decided as the creature was getting a little larger that it would be time to work on teaching it to allow him to lift the legs and position them. The vet had a difficult time working with the creature, the only thing that made it possible was that the creature was a baby and thus easy to overpower. The creature seemed to like him at least, as much as a protective but also aggressive creature could be. Renathan wasn't sure how to go about this properly, but he'd worked on this behavior quite a few times with more dangerous creatures; in example, his sarane whelps. Renathan sits the tiny chiryma down on a familiar park bench of dark wood. He stares at him quietly for a moment, and then decides to speak at him. "Alrighty boyo, you gotta let me move your legs sometimes." As if it had somehow, impossibly knew what he was saying to it despite his soothing tone, the chiryma gives him an argumentative look and makes a somewhat aggressive noise.
[1] - [START 'Tolerance']
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Post by Renathan on Jan 26, 2019 23:24:16 GMT -6
Renathan leans forward anyway, as if he was going to scoop up and carry the creature as he typically did. However, it seemed like the chiryma realized that he was not going to actually pick him up, and instead try to manipulate the previously broken leg. Lisle snapped at him, scooting back a bit. He did not want his leg touched, and would not allow even Renathan to do such. Renathan; the food provider, the protector, the protected. Not even he should be allowed to touch his weak leg. Renathan didn't want to lose his trust, but he also knew that the creature would need to let him touch that leg without difficulty when he became an adult. Adults were much larger, and had spurs on their legs, after all. Renathan leaned back, and stared down at him, slitting his eyes. The chiryma looked at him with the same defiant face. No touching.
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Post by Renathan on Jan 26, 2019 23:29:50 GMT -6
Renathan sighed a bit, and then offered the creature a piece of jerky. The growing baby chiryma was certainly hungry, but he snubbed the piece of jerky a bit aggravatingly. Renathan had realized before that the chiryma was not at all like Auburn. Auburn was sweet and calm, and caught onto things quickly. Lisle seemed to already know everything, or at least seemed to think that he did, and did not want to comply. Renathan felt himself get a little frustrated; and that was actually kind of fun. Even Shy Guy had eventually began to comply, and it was interesting to have a creature argue with him, in a way. Put up a bit of resistance or something. Renathan shrugged and then pulled the piece of jerky away. Lisle stared the jerky piece down, and then flicked it's eyes up to meet Renathan's gaze, once again defiantly. He was not going to be tricked.
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Post by Renathan on Jan 26, 2019 23:35:57 GMT -6
Renathan wondered if he would have to completely build a training strategy from the floor up for this creature, because food did not seem to work well enough. He studied the creature for a moment, his pink eyes flitting over the misshapen hind leg that the creature tended to stand slightly held-off-of-the-ground with. Renathan felt a slight pang of guilt, and as if the creature could understand it somehow, the chiryma pecked at the closest part of his body that he had near it. Renathan scowled a bit, and then reached up, taking his mask off since he was alone in the park. In an act of obvious aggression, he snarls at the tiny creature, showing all of his teeth in an almost wolfish manner. The creature was not afraid of him at all, but the distraction was good enough that Renathan was able to reach up and touch the weak leg carefully but firmly, grasping it but making sure not to hurt it.
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Post by Renathan on Jan 26, 2019 23:41:28 GMT -6
Lisle literally flinched as if he'd been hit somehow, but remained standing tall; instead looking straight up into Renathan's eyes and teeth with a more aggressive posture, slightly strained against Renathan's grasp. Still, Renathan uses his other hand to scoop the creature up gently, dealing with an aggressive couple of pecks and a deep scratch in order to gently move the leg, ever so carefully. Renathan kept eye contact the entire time, and then he gently put the creature down, and plopped a small piece of jerky near the creature, with a soft but also exasperated tone, "Lisle, thank you for letting me touch your leg." The creature didn't accept his thanks, he could tell, but he did bend down and accept the jerky quietly, still glaring at him. Renathan wondered how such a creature that was so protective of him could also be a bit of an ass. Renathan shakes his head, but lets the chiryma eat in peace.
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Post by Renathan on Jan 26, 2019 23:50:27 GMT -6
After the jerky is thoroughly devoured, the creature looks at him with it's head held high, down his own beak and quietly. As if he were expecting something. Renathan wasn't sure what to make of the tiny defiant creature, that had as a younger critter been so adorable, and was now something with a bit more of an edge. Maybe nearly dying had done that to the creature, or maybe it was something else, always there, hiding like a seed beneath the snow in the winter. Renathan wasn't sure, suddenly, if he was up to the task that this creature would surely bring as it grew. However, it was his responsibility now; he had been the reason why this creature had been hurt, anyway. Renathan sighs, and opens his eyes, looking down at the creature appreciatively. Perhaps this was what he needed; a penance for his terrible and irresponsible actions that had lead up to this moment.
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Post by Renathan on Jan 26, 2019 23:59:37 GMT -6
Renathan sighed, and then reached forward again. This time, the creature watched his eyes the entire time, even as Renathan snaked his arm forward and rubbed it against the injured leg as if he were petting it. However, he didn't push his luck. Lisle looks at him with the intensity of a lion, and then takes a hobbled step towards him, little more than dragging the injured leg. Daring him. The creature knew that he was injured and weaker, but still did not seem to be backing down. Accepting his challenge was more like it. Renathan gently grasped the leg and moved it forward slightly, ever so slightly. He could visibly detect the tiny creature try hard not to jerk his leg away from him. Renathan felt a swell of pride as the creature kept from jerking it away, however. The creature could definitely sense something that it liked from Renathan then, the mammalian could see some nigh imperceptible features cross it's face, as if it were learning from him a bit.
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Post by Renathan on Jan 27, 2019 0:05:12 GMT -6
Renathan could tell that the creature was feeling some kind of echo of his pride, perhaps, and it did seem pretty pleased with itself. Renathan wondered if this had more to do with the whole 'mental reading' thing that a chiryma's antennae had supposedly, or if this had more to do with the whole mysterious link thing that tended to just kind of spontaneously develop between beast tamers and their Labs creatures. Renathan had no idea how that mechanism worked, when it started working, or if it was a gradual process... It was a mystery. However, he'd never really gotten far into a link until a creature was older, so he somehow didn't believe it now. The jibiji did seem to be catching some cues from him; which made this make a whole lot more sense. Renathan kinda hated himself for what happened, so no wonder the creature was getting some mixed signals from him.
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Post by Renathan on Jan 27, 2019 0:09:19 GMT -6
If that were the case, Renathan knew that it was a permanent one. He did not naturally have the ability to regulate his emotions inertly. He had them controlled before they hit the surface, but he felt them way too hard inside. Rage was all-inducing, anxiety was permeating, joy had him in flight... He shook his head slightly, and replaced his mask, knowing that the creature did not need to read his face to get a good 'read' on him, of course. The creature was in for some torture in more ways than the leg, and he did feel a little guilty about it. However, it was his responsibility now. Renathan steeled himself, and then reached out for the leg again, more calmly and firmly this time in his own emotions. The creature still looked at him with distaste, but it did not remove it's leg from his grasp, even when he moved the creature gently, and re-positioned the leg slightly.
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Post by Renathan on Jan 27, 2019 0:16:38 GMT -6
Another shot of pride hit Renathan as he watched the creature allow him, very reluctantly, to move his leg. Renathan dropped the leg, and then went to offer the creature another piece of jerky; but he felt a wave of nausea hit him as the creature adamantly refused it. As if to say 'don't insult me by treating me for what I'm supposed to do' or something like that. Renathan shook his head slightly, and put it away. Then he reached forward, and moved the creature's leg freely, bringing the creature close to him with his other hand so that he could check the leg honestly. It seemed to have healed well, despite the slight reluctance to put any amount of weight on it at all. It also appeared to have scarred permanently, which made him a bit sad. However, he respectfully put the chiryma on the table yet again, and considered this a war well won.
[10] - [END of Tolerance]
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Post by Renathan on Jan 27, 2019 1:25:15 GMT -6
Renathan knew that it would be incredibly important for the creature to be safe in future endeavors, and to follow his commands. Renathan didn't want to train him to the same commands as his equillion or his jibiji either, so he knew that his creatures might get confused in battles if they were not properly assigned a sufficiently different set of communications for commands. Renathan wondered what kind of a command he should use for the next idea he had. He knew that the creature could very well be in danger in the future due to his bad leg, and Renathan was sure that teaching him to go find his own cover might just keep him from getting hurt in the future. Renathan was also sure that the creature would probably be insulted if he knew exactly what he was thinking and why this would be important. Renathan tapped the bottom of his chin as he thought about the command.
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Post by Renathan on Jan 27, 2019 14:12:10 GMT -6
The command would have to be completely dissimilar from the jibiji's, so it could not be in his native tongue. It couldn't be slang or shorthand common, because Shy Guy held those commands. Renathan made his decision relatively quickly, and then pressed the point. He pulls his backpack to the top of the table and opens it, pulling out a cloth and a little wooden arch he had made at home. He places the pieces at different positions on the table, and then calls out, "Get outta dodge!" Then he pushed the creature gently, maneuvering it to inside of the backpack. The creature peered out at him through the slit in the bag, eyes seeming to glare right through him. Then Renathan opened the backpack, letting him out again. He knew that this wouldn't really get through to the creature for a while, but he hoped that the beastie would catch on quicker than he thought.
[2] - [START 'Cover']
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Post by Renathan on Jan 27, 2019 14:16:59 GMT -6
Renathan then offered the creature a piece of jerky, but it was not accepted. He gave an appraising look at the creature instead, and then is able to coax a smell petting in before the creature snapped at him slightly; not meant to hurt him, but to tell him to not touch him. Then, Renathan called out the command yet again. "Get outta dodge!" He said, and then he took the creature, and moved it underneath the cloth this time. The creature didn't poke it's head out, but it did stare out at him from under the cloth with an aggravated look. Renathan then nodded at him, and then let him out from under the cloth. Another refused piece of jerky later, and a reluctantly accepted pet, Renathan decided to continue pressing on. Renathan called out the command yet again. "Get outta dodge!" The tiny creature did start looking around this time; and Renathan moved him to underneath the wooden arch. Renathan was sure that this would press the idea that getting under anything near would probably be a good idea.
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Post by Renathan on Jan 27, 2019 15:23:29 GMT -6
He offered the treat yet again, and it was once again rejected. The tiny creature waits for his subtle nod, one that Renathan had not realized he had been doing, and then removes itself from out under the wooden cover. Renathan knew that there was no way the creature would understand exactly why this was needed, but he hoped that the creature would have the sense to stay in the cover, at least after he trained him to stay later on. Renathan did give the creature a small pet, which was immediately met with a soft 'warning' peck. Still, Renathan figured that the creature was finally getting it a bit. "Get outta dodge." He said expectantly, and waited. The chocolately-colored chiryma stared at him for a long moment, as if assessing whether this was quite necessary, Renathan humanizes, and the creature then looks around, before [poorly] burrowing it's head underneath the backpack. Renathan figured that it counted, and gave a soft thrumming pleased noise, and a gentle pet; which caused the creature to burrow further under the backpack.
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