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Post by Skylos on Jun 16, 2020 10:49:17 GMT -6
'I'm going to pick up the pace' Ridelys called over her shoulder as she started to jog ahead. Like the time she'd done this with Dune-Eye, her own stamina didn't match up to her boasts, and living in the mountains didn't amount of racing at top speed through the groundcover. The burn of acid buildup in her knees made everything ache. Gah, and she should be training herself. It was enough to keep Caiman walking at a quicker pace. She outjogged him to the point of developing aches running up her legs from the ankle. By the time Skye stopped, hopping slightly with the acid buildup around the joints of her knees and ankles, the drake lumbered up the hill, heaving for breath. Practically living as a 'wild' drake, the brown primarily flew everywhere, and so his legs weren't nearly as practiced. Claws for eating? yes. {Pain...} he complained, loudly. Unlike Dune, Caiman made his point known through his actions. It was like being on fire, except on his legs, his chest, his throat, and it was all INSIDE HIM. 'Iām not in the best shape myself.' Skye muttered, sitting down to massage life into her ankles again. The drake flopped on the ground, tongue poking out between his teeth as he panted. 'I have water for both of us.' Nearly all of it got drank at once, guzzling it down their throats.
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Post by Skylos on Jun 21, 2020 8:10:59 GMT -6
Unlike Dune, she couldn't spook Caiman into doing what she asked by telling 'war stories'. It was a stroke of luck the veteran drake was putting up with this sort of thing to do. He had all the power in the world to just up and fly away on her. The rest of her brood could not do that. Yet. He drank more water, tossing his head back and showering himself with some of the cool liquid. Almost like a cool bath that evaporated too soon. "Let's keep moving, I'd like to get back into the city by nightfall." Ridelys had to work hard to get up, wincing. Perhaps she was going through this the wrong way with Caiman. He said it himself, he was a windblood. He flew ALL THE TIME. Perhaps what she should be doing was work on his endurance with flight. "also, lets play tag. I'm going to getcha. And NO FLYING" she called. The big brown sarane growled at the sheer recklessness until she tagged him easily on the wing and then waited. Oh, if she wanted to play 'tag', he could do that. Loping into crashing through the foliage, it turned out Caiman could at least get around, even with him snarling at every foliage catching on himself. But the thing was his partner was small and could move in smaller spaces, like the goopy bat thing. Even when he tried to avoid her, the terrain made it difficult. Both were exhausted by the end of the day, hobbling and Caiman barely had the strength to want to fly. All the energy got donated to his legs for hopping, leaping and doing leg things.
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Post by Skylos on Jun 21, 2020 8:38:18 GMT -6
"We're used to how sarane move, thats why its hard to figure how something else moves. I think." The next day found Ridelys doing the laziest thing, just laying on her back across a log, with a small pile of acorns at her side. Trying to catch Caiman off guard into dashing out of the way. This honestly didnt' feel like it would work, she only had two hands. Can't throw things with her feet. Stubbornly, Caiman only tried to avoid half of them by 'dashing' from side to side, or even out of her sight range. The other half he was just swatting out of the air to be an arse. "Avoid them, don't just swipe them down Caiman." He muttered something about useless reasons to avoid. Then an acorn nailed him in the nostril. Argh! The drake reeled with surprise, sneezing out the offending corn. "Wow, I'm good- aaah!" The wind picked up quite a bit and suddenly acorns were showering her from above and behind. "Caiman! Ow- stop! Too many acorns!" Until Ridelys was flat on her stomach, covering her head and face from the flurry of angry tree seeds, repeatedly asking Caiman to stop until the wind cooled off. He was radiating smugness. {Avoid them. Play tag} he mocked her with a very mocking way. Sigh. This was going to take a bit. This was th ewrong way of teaching him.
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Post by Skylos on Jun 21, 2020 8:48:33 GMT -6
The solving issue here would be to use ties. Because her tethers were back at the pit, Ridelys rigged up some ropes to tie Caiman's wings to his sides as delicately as possible. The look in his eyes at her actions fortold much doom. He fully recalled the striped runt's breaking and breaking of the wings. "First off, we're not breaking you a second time. My god, you'd murder me in more ways then one." Affirmative growl. "You keep wanting to smack things out of the air with your wings. And that has to stop for this to work.... and this knot... alright, done." Ridelys stood back from her handiwork, patting the trussed wing. She tried not to smile when Caiman turned his whole nead and neck back to see her work, and then look back at her with more foretold doom in his eyes. "Land fights may decide everything." This time, she had some sponge balls. "This is different then predicting when I'm going to attack you, this is just avoiding as it comes. Like... watch then move. Okay, lets play tag." To up his difficulty, Ridelys moved about, she tossing the sponge balls when believing the sarane wasn't paying attention anymore. After telling him specifically not to bat things away. But to move away. It took several tries but finally Caiman was beginning to try avoiding each sponge with less sarcasm and more determination. To avoid a moving target that was throwing things moving too... this was the key. And with this, she'd be upping his endurance too to keep up the movement. -end dash again?-
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Post by Skylos on Jun 22, 2020 18:51:49 GMT -6
The idea of sending Caiman into the tournament... seeing him hobbling a bit at the end of the day of working on his dashing and endurance, she changed her mind. Dune-Eye hadn't piped up on being interested in fighting this time, and so... they were back out another day. On threat of sensory deprevation, she released his wings and promised that wasn't going to be used the next day. By this, having the entire surrounding silenced, and she couldn't hear anything. "Up in the air today." she told him, having to look up at her partner. "I'll give you some instructions, and you'll do that." {While the lazy one stands and does nothing.} he growled, and went straight up. 'Ha. You're not the only one who will be exercising today.' When the drake looked down as he pumped his wings to gain altitude, Ridelys had started heading back to the loch again. 'Meet me back here and start circling the loch in the air.' Ridelys thought up an image of him as a stupid small thing going around the big lake in the air, and she being a stupid smaller thing going around it on the ground. Ah, she was going to jog it.
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Post by Skylos on Jun 22, 2020 20:20:24 GMT -6
'Anything interesting while you're up there?' she asked, taking her time to pace for without causing her too much pain to start. It would be a long several laps, and she knew that Caiman prided himself on his flight, and so did she. He pictured bullying wild floof out of the sky by flattening them as he flew by. Strangely it was amusing to see him practicing his air stunts while flying about out of sight and definitely ahead of her. 'Alright, try doing some flips while you're making an ass of yourself.' Oh he wasn't making a usual ass of himself. This was just keeping himself amused. because bullying the creatures under his partner's care got a lot of upset partner. It took some attempts to do multiple loops in a row. His wings were going to be tired at the end of the day. Finally he worked out around the first lap, and Ridelys had to take five. She was hobbling, and he'd feel it later.
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Post by Skylos on Jun 27, 2020 11:28:43 GMT -6
The partners slept in well past sunup the next day or so. Thankfully the mute trod could do the generic work of feeding the massive amounts of creatures and the maitenence that didn't require being touched, so Ridelys could at least finish this task. She hadn't slept outside for a number of years, exlcuding the assignment for the fox family. Others could say city life made the foreign theron soft to her own outside environment. But sleeping up in a tree is much safer then down on the ground. Especially with whatever prowled the loch wood at night. Caiman hissed in discomfort as she handled his feet, smearing a gross smelling clear something over his scales and started to rub it in. His wing joints, his anckles, everything ached. and made it heard, through the ribbon and with his hisses. 'I already said I was sorry.' Ridelys muttered to herself, finaally fnishing with his feet and going to hr own ankles for treatment. 'Its not an overnight deal to up your endurance and I know this. Its... hard to difurenciate out training you and training Dune.' If sarane had hackles, they'd be raised. If she didn't have such a tight bond with her parner, Ridelys would imagine the bigger brown was getting jealous of all the attention the whelp was receiving. When properly ointmented up with arnica gel, Ridelys led Caiman around the loch at a fast walk.
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Post by Skylos on Jun 27, 2020 11:33:25 GMT -6
"and now we jog" the theron told him as she sped up. From the back, Caiman's view saw her trying to galabex but failing very badly at attempting to bound forward bit by bit. "Keep it up slowpoke, bu tno flying!" No flying indeed. She had a deathwish, his partner, for putting these stupid straps back on him again. Breaking a bad habit of using his talents to solve his problems. Why walk when you could fly? Besides, he could keep up just fine with a bit of speed "and walk again." until she did these stupid spurts and he'd nearly crash into her. {Not helpfing on the speed changes} "Its called excerise." Ridelys made a point of turning around and walking backwards for him at a walk. "I'm going to get you on that dominant list, if it drives us both insane." He'd rather fight it out. "Jog again." This stupid combo of walk/jog, walk/jog, continued the entire length of the loch, and then again.
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Post by Skylos on Jun 27, 2020 11:40:14 GMT -6
"Are you feeling less out of breath now?" she asked the sarane as he gulped down some water. Growl.... it just came as a growl. He wasn't a happy sarane on doing this. Caiman made sure to let her know that. HE was a fighter, not a galabex! He ATE galabex! But the growl was affirmative sounding. Yes, he wasn't feeling nearly as out of breath as he was a few days ago. {I want to fight. No more of this bounding about.} 'You'd know if I was trying to figure out how to get you to bound about. I don't see you walking around on your toes any." In point, she rose up on the forehalf of her strange twoleg feet and walked unsteadily on her toes. He'd seen the theron's toes. THey were clawless, flat and tiny. He had big feet, and dangerous claws tipping them, just for his eating. And occasional having to climb a tree. "Shall we race back to the city? I think its time for another round of fights." She challenged him, and they were off to the races. -end endurance?-
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