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Post by Flare on Mar 19, 2020 17:03:47 GMT -6
Once he'd gotten back to the gardens, he had to let the orbaru hop down on her own, past the wall, into the garden. She landed on all fours and flat out DASHED for the other end of the garden, vaulting the fence with little effort and diving into her quiet area. She was SO tired of having three dog things always on the sniffout for her. No more dogs. One was enough pain in the butt-ness. Confused but at the same time a bit amused by her antics, Shabh pawed the gate briefly. {I should teach you to open the gate yourself.} his master chuckled to himself as he had to lean a bit over and catch the latch with his fingers. It felt so weird to not have claws. but at the same time very good. The pair crossed through the garden, which... needed some serious work. Nothing was dead, which could be a relief. It did rain at least a few times while Flare had been 'under the weather'. He inhaled deeply, and exhaled softly. The silence of the area, the creak of trees, swish of leaves... he felt at home. Or that was his inner elemental being at home. Now for a nap. He was bushed. and the barrel looked very inviting. 102 10.20 21/29 Shabh, 9/10 Cinnabon -fin?-
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Post by Renathan on Mar 19, 2020 17:18:57 GMT -6
![](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v698/Spiritchan/MML_plants/Wheatgrass.png) ![](http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa42/MML_Staff/Gardens/orb_flower.gif) The wheatgrass is growing well! Is that an orb flower? First of the season!
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Post by Flare on Mar 19, 2020 18:32:39 GMT -6
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Post by Flare on Mar 28, 2020 9:22:22 GMT -6
For the most basic thing to do, is to react to your name. {Shabh} he called over his shoulder, still crouched and doing business things with the bean vines. The rakai's ears perk as the tumaian unscrews a thing nearby and tosses a marble over his shoulder. Food? Distracted, he plods over, curious about what his master had thrown. But... he can smell the thing, its not there. Huh? Can't fool the nose though. He puts his nose to the ground and starts sniffing the immediate place where the smell of food had come from. The smell seems to be traveling? Very strange, like something was carrying the food away, away from his sight. The rakai slowly follows his nose until he bumps straight into Flare, who's turned around. Shabh looks up at him, head tilting to one side, his ears following suit. {Very good.} he praises the rakai, and removes his odd wooden foot, where there was a treat hidden! How! Name 2 104 17.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 28, 2020 14:59:24 GMT -6
His name should not be an unfamiliar sound, because Flare had been using it on and off since his puppyhood, from being first introduced to Cortana and her family. How that treat gotten under his foot of all places, something the rakai wouldn't discover. He lapped it up, cracking the soft capsule to enjoy the taste of game meats and pumpkin. Just a hint of pumpkin, but the meat had some spice. His master seemed pleased, from his posture. The treat gone now, Shabh went back into looking for the hidden cats and squirrels of the plant world. It was harmless fun on his part, but terrifying for the pachee when a very big dog thing with bones poking out of his back instead of leaves came charging them down. However the stress on the pachee and the other creatures didn't sit well with Flare too much. Part of the reason Shabh stayed on one side of the garden fence instead of roaming alone. {Shabh} He called again. It pleased him to see the rakai lift his head, ears doing the radar thing as he turned towards him. Another treat came from the unscrewed capsule, and came sailing his way. {Very good.} Name 3 105 18.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 28, 2020 15:09:19 GMT -6
Shabh's tail wagged as he snapped up the treat, cracking it with satisfaction between his teeth. This treat had a different flavor to it, and he liked this type too! As he chewed the no longer encapsulated chunks of meat, the flavors washed over his palate and made him very happy indeed. A surprise in every bite. He liked this. He heard his master start talking again, just making noise now that he didn't understand. Making faces and trying to sound out words that almost sounded like hissing every now and then. It did sound wrong. It wasn't something for him to pay attention too, as a leafy flat tail had been seen! Going into 'play mode' Shabh started over towards the tail's location. Would the cats play? {Shabh!} something he'd been told in the past about keeping the same tone for the initial calling of the name came up to Flare as he saw the Rakai going back into starting to harass the pachee and if unlucky enough, Jani the leaf squirrel. He paused in his attempt to repetition the Common alphabet to call the rakai's name. Ears perk up, he looks up and towards him. {Very good.} Up and over, he kiddy-throws the treat towards the rakai to be gratefully devoured. This was going very well so far. Name 4 106 19.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 28, 2020 15:18:14 GMT -6
Come to think of it, he'd have to repetition the Tumai alphabet and the Ssakash alphabet some too. His 'p' and his 'y' were still a bit hissy and mixed up, but he heard his 'puh' come out as 'ppppph'. Like teaching a small child how to speak properly again. He could do his name, thank the gods. and his 'y' sounded like a 'eeeey'. A frustrating start for him, sighing in frustration with his tongue poked between his lips briefly. Was this how small children learned how to talk? He could see the rakai back at his game of cat and mouse to convince the pachee he wasn't dangerous, which wasn't going well at all, in opinion. "Shabh!" he called out in the middle of his repetition of the alphabet again. An ear perked, his head came up and looked at him, but only briefly. Because this time he had no treat. However the verbal praise of {very good} seemed to please the pup. He was a good boy. And he was reacting to his name, even when distracted. Tone... seemed to be everything. and almost constantly hanging out with him. Name 5 107 20.20 Lv 68 Flare, 22/30 Shabh
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Post by Renathan on Mar 28, 2020 16:13:25 GMT -6
![](http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa42/MML_Staff/Gardens/Bumbly_gold.png) ![](http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa42/MML_Staff/Gardens/potatohead_pale.png) A little bumble seems to be having a fight with a strange mutated potato. How weird?
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Post by Flare on Mar 29, 2020 21:33:12 GMT -6
He took the afternoon to go interact with a few people, even earning himself a few points for picking another man's brain on saplings. The floppy little seedling he sealed into his book of plants, labeled 'northwest cedar seedling'. The roots would need to be sealed down with something sticky and one sided if possible. The roots would become brittle and break. Carefully, though. Something about his hand height stuck their nose right in the crook of his elbow, the cold contact point making him stiffen up. Excitedly, Shabh the rakai greeted his master with a woof and a wagging tail. What was he doing? What smelled so good? Only to have his master's arm clamp shut like a jaw, keeping his snout from investigating further. Cold nose on cold skin. No thanks. He reaches back to pat the rakai, but the pup dances away from him, eager to play. Not so much on the touching aspect though. But what if he came when called? Hmmm. Come 1 108 11.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 31, 2020 14:45:03 GMT -6
But the question remained on whether or not he wanted Shabh to react in his own language or by whistling, as he'd seen some people back in Tumai call their hunting dogs, birds and other creatures. Whistling was not his skill. Okay, just words then. Lets see... Shabh enjoyed those round treats in the round container with the screw cap. Flare took his time to consider his plan and to make sure he had plenty of treats on hand. The rakai's attention span wasn't terribly long, and he was already distracted, doing his business on the other side of the area, in his designated spot. He waits until the business is completed. Once that was done, Shabh bounded off, poking his head in the empty blankets briefly where he slept, sniffed about, and basically did dog investigation things. Wait! What is that smell? He sniffs the air, sniffs the ground... ??? Come 2 109 12.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 31, 2020 22:58:15 GMT -6
Flare rolls the treat capsule around the inside of his palm with his thumb. The palms and pads of his fingers, rougher from garden work, feels kinda grippy against the pill sphere shaped treat. {Come Shabh.} He calls out, clearly. The dragon hound lifts his head from sniffing the ground, his ears perked forward and alert. His master was over there! Trotting over happily, the scaled canid woofed happily as he came to Flare's side. {Very good Shabh. Good come.} he holds out his hand, and opens the fist to allow the treat capsule to fall from his fingers to the ground. Shabh pounces on the treat. Cracking open the treat with his teeth, he chews the food happily, his tail wagging madly. Its longer then was a few months ago, and could create wind with that much force. If Flare found himself steadier on his feet, the madly wagging tail would be cute. ..right. Cute. Come 3 110 13.20
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Post by Flare on Apr 1, 2020 22:59:00 GMT -6
While Shabh is distracted, Flare gets away. Its hard to be light footed when he's still figuring out the whole walking thing. It sounds more like a three footed monster bumping along as he opens the gate back into the garden and gets about twenty feet or so away from Shabh. If he was going to get this idea of 'coming', it needed some distance. The garden 'had' some distance, but not much. He could be trying this in the middle of the lane, but without a way to call Shabh to him if he ran off, that would not work. After all, he didn't want the Warden on his case. {Come, Shabh} he calls when the pup is finished with his treat, looking around on the ground wiht his nose for more scraps. Looking up, around, Shabh sees Flare, but doesn't immediately move. Until he sees the treat held up for him. FOOD! He rushes forth, going through the gate without a second thought. {Good come. Very good Shabh.} Flare praises him, offering the treat and a few ear scratches. Wagwagwag wag. come 4 111 14.20
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Post by Flare on Apr 1, 2020 23:05:15 GMT -6
Thankfully, Shabh's attention to 'come' with his ears perking up at the word did tell Flare he was making progress. It would be enough usually, but the treats were a finite resource. The general store guy didn't tell him if they were self refilling or not; likely not. So while Shabh ate his treat with relish, the humanish tumaian got away and let himself out into the path between plots. He didn't wish for Shabh to remain in the plot too long. The pachee and the leaf scatter were already terrorized. Mmm mm mmm, such good treat. Wait, where'd he go? Shabh looks up, and around. No master? Where? {Come Shabh.} he calls. The rakai turns, and he sees Flare way far away. Practically a forever away. But he was coming over anyways. Bounding through the garden, his paws making slight dents in the dirt as he moved, the rakai joined Flare in the middle of the path. Did he have food? He couldn't tell from far away. Flare did not have food, but praised him anyway, Rubbing his ears and giving him praise. {Good Shabh. Very good come.} The rakai's muzzle parted into a panting smiling? look? come 5 112 15.20
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Post by Renathan on Apr 2, 2020 0:47:16 GMT -6
![](http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa42/MML_Staff/Gardens/cherry_golden.png) Nice, the cherries are golden at the moment! Or at least this particular one is. [to 110]
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Post by Flare on Apr 2, 2020 10:09:51 GMT -6
After finishing up with 'come', Flare chose to stop what he was doing for the afternoon, fed Shabh and gave him a while to himself. The pup must be in a growth spurt because he seemed like one size one day and another the next day. Inwardly afraid of having growing pains happen to him like they did to Poppy, the humanish supplemented Shabh's dry kibble, the good kind with no hamster poo?!, with cayenne pepper and a bit of crushed devil's claw, when he had the success of crushing it up. That seed pod could withstand his tail crashing down upon it. Shock. When the devils claw couldn't be broken up, and this seemed more frequent then not, he chose to use tumeric. However, Shabh did not understand the idea of personal space, and chose to be right underfoot while prepping his meal. Couldn't really get much done. Could he be taught to stay in one place without being constantly restrained? Stay 1 113 16.20
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