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Post by Flare on May 1, 2019 20:21:04 GMT -6
Encounters: On
Bonsai
Bonsai pixels from the very talented Miirshroom on Flight rising's tumblr archive Bonsai pixels
Mjusi Assumed Male Skittish, calms in darkness, originally captured in the cellar of the Laughing Skull Tavern Level: 6; Loyalty: 4
Stamina: 1 Strength: 0 Resistance: 0 Dexterity: 4 Mentality: 0 Special Abilities: Natural Antivenom Moves: Dodge, Intoxication, Euphoric Vapors
Name: Polenipaka (Pak) Male, polygamy (willing to take multiple mates) Level: 9; Loyalty: 12 Given to Flare by a stranger in front of the breeding center, opportunistic, perfectly happy to share his pollen with any female, enjoys some dry and sour berries as treats, does not like being touched by non-pachee, lead male of pachee pride
Stamina: 3 Strength: 2 Resistance: 1 Dexterity: 3 Mentality: 1 Special Abilities: Chlorophyll Moves: Tail Slap, Pollen Dust, Verdant Whisper
Name: Babyrie Female Wild trespasser in the gardens, eats the thorny brush in the compost primarily, very quick Level: 1; Loyalty 2
Stamina: 5 Strength: 4 Resistance: 2 Dexterity: 4 Mentality: 0 Special Abilities: Jungle Dweller Moves: Dash
Name: Monarch [Mfalme] Assumed Male Treats being handled/carried as unwanted flying lessons, prefers woody herbs to berries as a treat, believes Flare is brain addled to the point of getting frustrated at his simple treatment of himself, a bit clingy when out of season Level 10, Loyalty 13 3.5
Stamina: 2 Strength: 1 Resistance: 0 Dexterity: 1 Mentality: 1 Special Abilities: Thorny Body, Cold Resistance, Fire Weakness Moves: Healing Berry, Scratch
Name: Castor Male Loves to sunbathe, eats live worms, don't attempt to sample the leaves, believes himself to be the boss Lv 5 Loyalty 8
Stamina: 3 Strength: 2 Resistance: 1 Dexterity: 3 Mentality: 1 Special Abilities: Fly, Cold Weakness, Acid Weakness, Earth Resistance Moves: Flame Bite, Scratch, Wing Buff
Jani Sabujab [Leaf Squirrel] Lv 4 Loyalty 7
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Kitufe, lv 3, loyalty 5
Wears a basket on its head to avoid being bitten, with plenty of space for eye holes.
Pachee offspring kept in Journal
[Here lies the skull of Scorpion]
Nyumba Yangu just outside the fence behind the plot --
Notes for Self: -Unless affected by Floral or Natural Bond, all creatures start off loyalty 0. Exceptions are hatching, offspring or custom. -Characters (me) gain 1 level per 20 posts. Creatures gain 1 level and 1 loyalty per 5 posts. -Every 'level' a creature gains earns one Training Point (tp). It can be used for training. Every level a character (me) gains earns one Skill Point (sp). -Number every post, also word count. 150 words - one creature, 200 - two creatures, 250 - three creatures. -Old Thread Image credit: The Danger Garden
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Post by Flare on May 3, 2019 13:26:26 GMT -6
Flare came to his garden for a surprise today. Over the past several months, he'd slowly designed a fence gate to open out the back of his garden to go to where his home was. Initially his efforts of shoddy construction repeatedly broke apart. Sometimes he would wake up with his hovel collapsed upon him. Where as it didn't 'hurt' to start, the ssashirk frequently ended up much more stiff then when he'd gone to sleep the previous night. Finally, he'd finished something decent enough to be satisfied with. A fence gate, he meant. "G'day to you!" came a voice as soon as he closed the back gate. Eager as ever, the ...monkey relative mammalian peeked over his front gate, this time not alone. In its paws was a rope, leading back to the shortest.... winged creature Flare had seen that walked on two legs. "Someone left you a present at the front of the lots." Without waiting for a disagreement, the rope was tied off before him. "Enjoy! Thing's got a letter tied to its neck." Joy. 1 13.20
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Post by Flare on May 3, 2019 13:49:34 GMT -6
Standing about at his hip height, the creature resembled a reptile, with leaves sprouting from its back in three places. Two short horns swept back from its head, the crown of the skull appearing harder then normal with a distinct pair of bumps on the forehead. Gleaming yellow eyes watched him. Unsure. Suspicious. The creature, being bipedal, curled its three fingered claws in towards its abdomen, gripping the soil beneath its three clawed reptilian feet with little purple nails. Its tail brushed the ground. Whomever had left it, had the sense to not fold up the letter. Flare doubted being able to remove it without the creature spooking. [Greetings and salutations, my name is Farbious Orchard. I'm from [random city from another area]. I heard from the Warden of the gardens of a promising newer gardener. I hope this letter reaches you in good health and properly situated. I bequeath onto you this fluttering dragonoak. Its a male, I called him Castor. Castor's species comes in multiple shades, and rumor has it there's one large enough for humanoids to ride. Sadly Castor is full grown. He's not fond of cold or of poisonous plants, so watch what you keep around him at face level. If you take good care of him, I've been told dragonoaks produce acorns at late spring/early summertime. Yours sincerely, Farbious Orchard] 2 14.20
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Post by Flare on May 3, 2019 15:11:48 GMT -6
Flare read the note about four times before looking back at the mammalian. "Why?" "People 'round these parts like to give gifts to other people. Usually money is exchanged too." the warden replied jovially. '[That's called trading]' Flare thought to hiimself but didn't reply. "Healthy looking oakboy, so take care. Tata." The mammalian left after that. Leaving Flare to have a staredown contest with the oak, aformentioned Castor. The oak didn't initially move his head, watching the warden leave, then after being out of supposed eyeshot, booked it like a bat out of the Maw. Castor's mouth seemed to curl into a smirk. Plant or not, the dragonoaks did... maybe have some dragonish instinct. Flare ended up with more questions then answers at this point. What was a dragonoak's temperment? Being plants, did they 'have' a temperment? Yes, he believed, due to his experiences with Monarch and Pak. What did dragonoaks eat? They were...plants. But dragons (at least 'sarane') were strict meat eaters. 3 15.20
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Post by Flare on May 3, 2019 15:24:36 GMT -6
Against better judgement, Flare carefully crouched before the drakeoak before him. Looking him straight in the eyes. Ash grey against gleaming butter yellow. Dragonoaks didn't have an apparent reptilian pupil slit, unlike himself. The oak's head, no his eyes, glanced upwards at him. The creature didn't appear to wish to move presently. A gate still blocked the pair from each other. Flare's memory saw enough beasts being hauled in and out of places by the neck on a lead or a chain. He didn't... like the idea of initially tugging the creature into the garden plot that way. The concept of the plant dragon made little sense to him but... njoo kuona, njoo. On the other side, the drake oak found the giant before him... surprising. A bit intimidating. Much bigger then him. Smelled of dirt. The small leash holder had left, but he had not. Smelled drake. Smelled male. 4 16.20
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Post by Flare on May 3, 2019 16:04:43 GMT -6
Maybe he ate worms. If he did, that was good. Flare occasionally found worms while working on building his fence and tending the soils. Worms were good. Earthworms kept the soil healthy. The dragonoak watched him as Flare stood again, and found a few worms for it to eat. Most of the worms enjoyed the soil around the compost, so finding them wasn't difficult. The worms were mostly pink, with a few being a mottled green. It wriggled, being pulled from the nice soil. Flare brought the worm to the drake, and left it before him, over the fence. Carefully, he hobbled backwards a few steps. New creatures weren't keen on eating from strangers. A long few minutes passed. Flare feared the dragonoak 1. didn't like worms and or 2. wasn't hungry enough to try. The worm would burrow away, and be a loss. SNAP The worm ended in the maw of the dragonoak, being cooked from the outside. 5 17.20 lvup
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Post by Renathan on May 5, 2019 11:09:35 GMT -6
The garden seems to have produced plenty of beautiful things; a bumble seems to be hiding nestled among purple and pink produce. [1-5]
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Post by Flare on May 10, 2019 19:32:57 GMT -6
He’d recently taken the day off from gardening, and gone out. Taken out some pests for another gardener. Never really got that ‘stretching his legs and getting out of the garden’ part of his outting, but the other appeared to be pleased. Presented him with an assortment of crop and mentioned to take his pick. He’d picked one, and it went into his harvests box back in the plot. Keeping out of Castor’s sharp eyed gaze. During all that, Flare had some time to think. Think about how to cultivate his garden his way. The environment wasn’t nearly as dry and arid as Tumai, but he could try to grow drought tolerant plants. Though by the look of the greenery around the city, water wasn’t difficult to find. There was a sizable lake near by too. The lot itself had enough space that he could make a suitable sitting area for relaxing. One that wasn’t in the little plot behind hte fence that he intended to live in. 6 3.20
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Post by Flare on May 12, 2019 20:09:21 GMT -6
When getting his hands dirty, it allowed the ssashirk's mind to wander. Flitting aimlessly between various subjects that brimmed the shallows of his memory. In this present case, the irritation of how the farmer seemed to believe he was but a dumb lizard. Called him lizard! Very little could get itself under Flare's hide, but this seemed to be the tick just set on getting through the fiery scales to pick at him. 'Get over it.' he told himself firmly. 'You've seen it in reverse.' It was true; and that hadn't entirely bothered him either. Around him, he could hear the dragonoak exploring his new territory. The unfamiliar rustling of leaves much too big to be on a tree, a sharp crack of something heavier then the vacant plant eating tall thing snapping a root or a stick. And a subtle scent of cinders. Flare hadn't seen this creature breathe fire or anything like that, but the worms the beast had eaten previously were cooked halfway into its maw. 7 4.20
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Post by Flare on May 12, 2019 20:15:53 GMT -6
Flare didn't mind the new addition of Castor to his garden. If he kept the mjusi and Mfalme and Pak company without deciding they were edible, it would suit his needs. If only he knew more about dragonoaks. Besides what the flyer around the creature's neck said. About midday seemed to roll around quicker than anticipated. Flare didn't have much to show for his productivity except for a few absent scribbles in his miniature notebook, kept on his body at all times. Absent scribbles of a shape, details of a color, a ten second sketch of Pak or Mfalme in mid-movement. Nothing particularly glorious to show. The ssashirk's attention dwelled presently on the dragonoak. The creature had found the sunniest gap of the trees in the little plot, laying down with its belly to the floor and haunches flattened. Still able to jump up and surprise. The creature's wings spread open gradually, fanned lazily over its darker skinned back. 8 5.20
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Post by Flare on May 12, 2019 20:24:09 GMT -6
Castor appeared unwilling to move from that space for as long as that sun patch remained there. If Flare's eyes werent' deceiving him, the leaves that made up the oak's wings appeared to be glistening a bit, looking more... firm. Was all that this creature needed sunlight? No, he doubted it. The oak had eaten worms. But perhaps this gave the creature an energy boost, nutrients. Uh... pho-to-sin-the-sis. Photosynthesis. Plants eating sunlight. Some fancy gardening book from his youth with all those technical terms that young Flare did not understand. What the Maw was a xylem anyway? Bzzzzzzbzzzzbzzzzz Something low buzzed near his webbed ear flaps. First reaction was to swat it. The creature, whatever he struck, phtted into the dirt before him. Oh ****. A bee. Surprisingly large for a bee, covered in fuzz with green wings. Its antenae twitched, the creature cleaning its compound eyes. What had... oh right. GIANT. Did bees grow this big in New Pethia? 9 6.20
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Post by Flare on May 12, 2019 20:34:10 GMT -6
Of course there were bees of some size or shape here in Pethia. Things didn't grow without bees. Carefully, Flare stowed his booklet, crouching low to examine the very confused bee. It paused in cleaning its eyes and face and what not. Tilting its head up. Gello Giant. Bzzbzz. he told the tiny insect. [You are welcome in my plot. I will not swat you again.] This giant spoke funny. Made strange noises with big gapey mouth. The bee buzzed in return, as it answering. Do well that you don't swat us. It buzzed, flapped its wings, and got into the air again. Similar to a drunken zigzag, the bumbling bee found its way to a pink daisylike flower growing low to the ground near the wall. How had he not seen that? The bumble bathed itself in pollen from the daisy before taking off again to land in some very purple grass. Almost like a feather on a stem... How unusual. Once the bumble had complished its job, it fluttered off around the garden, disrupting Castor's sunnap very briefly. 10 7.20
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Post by Jack on May 12, 2019 20:50:07 GMT -6
Huh, what cute looking flowers!
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Post by Flare on May 28, 2019 10:53:08 GMT -6
Such busy days now. For the second time in a few days, Flare added another pachee into his garden. It felt rather crowded to him now. The five pollen cats were thankfully rather playful with each other, with Pak making very sure that they all knew he was the boss. Didn't sit well with the blue one, but the black one with faint stripes had been, by scent to him, the black female's kit. She defended him briefly, raising her fern hackle and hissing audibly at Pak, taken a bit by surprise. She had some attitude. However that wasn't Flare's real concern of monarchy in his garden. The place still felt desolately unfinished. The creatures coming and going through the plot as they wished. he'd been finding flowers every now and then. The blue male he got as a result of trading some flowers with Jak so he could borrow a few and take the pachee to go play. He wondered briefly if dragonoaks did that. Castor didn't seem to mind the fern backed cats, as he just swiped his tail to get them to scatter around him. 11 3.20
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Post by Flare on May 30, 2019 13:04:19 GMT -6
If he imagined it, Castor could be some sort of planty offshoot of sarane. Not nearly as aggressive (he could barely throw meat into Sidewinder's cage without being in danger of mauling), but still large and imposing enough to keep the smaller creatures from messing with him. His head stood to a normal humanoids waist, more along the lines of Flare's hip when he stood fully upright. The ssa wasn't quite sure if the dragonoak actually had teeth in that maw. He had a mouth, yes. Teeth, not so sure. Perhaps sharp root protrusions? Or even wooden acorns that were retractable? Retractable fangs? Now that seemed out of this world. The said dragonoak stretched himself out in a place of sun; usually his place to stay when the sun was high. His dark wings and darker skin absorbed more heat. Wouldn't that make the dragonoak suseptible to heat sickness, like Flare himself had been? 12 14.20
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