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Post by Skylos on Jun 1, 2019 10:49:03 GMT -6
To do: No Bites, Tail Strike
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Post by Skylos on Jun 1, 2019 10:49:18 GMT -6
"Is he safe enough to pet?" Ridelys asked, almost nose to nose with the young brown drake with a squeaky cinnamon roll toy. In the near throes of being full size, he still had a few inches to gain in the shoulder. The brown's owner skidded to a halt before her. "Aye, he's pettable. If ye throw his toy for him, you'll be his new best friend." Somehow 'best friend' by throwing a squeaker toy for a drake just didn't add up in her head. She had multiple grown sarane, and only been around for Dune's teenage times. He hadn't been this loveable. Not looking right at him, she offers her hand. "Ey-" [Hello] she tells the drake in a soft growl. The young sarane almost backsteps, biting his toy down in a loud SQUEAAAAAK. [Yes, I am talking to you, how you talk to us.] Big gold eyes blink in confusion, looking her up and down. Didn't look like other sarane, SOUNDED SO. The drake's nose is into her palm, taking her scent. Licking her palm. Backing off some. She heard the owner relax after making a sharp sound at the drake. "Yer crazy, offering a blind hand. Nice boyo or not, I still don't glance away. Like my fingers. Say, you seem like you've dealt with the unruly; what say you try your hand at something for someone for Pet Appreciation Month?"
And thats how she found herself facing down a lamadidron. A stonemoss one. 1
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Post by Skylos on Jun 1, 2019 10:58:27 GMT -6
She had not worked with this sort of creature at all. The lamadidron seemed passive enough, almost her height if it stood up fully. A walking rock dinosaur creature thing. Teach him not to chew on my couch and to defend himself with his tail on command, the person who had literally tried to yank off her arm with handshakes of 'thank youthankyouthankyou' for opting to try her hand at this. If she could handle 5... no 6 unruly sarane, a lamadidron chewing on a couch should be easier, right? Ridelys decided to do her research before taking the creature on, or even taking the quest. These rock creatures were just hatching after she had arrived in the city, they were adults.... or teenagers now and their stones were starting to crystalize at the clawtips, the tail and the spine edges. If those big hardened rock patches fall off, the creature wasn't long to live. 2
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Post by Skylos on Jun 3, 2019 22:44:52 GMT -6
One had to wonder though; why was the lamadidron chewing on the couch to begin with? The owner appeared to be... plain. Probably just a regular citizen of the labs, here to make a living and keep rock dinosaurs. The pocket guide mentioned the stonemoss (going by color, this appeared to be one) ate regular rocks, but metal gave them indigestion. Oh yes, the pocket guide. In recent months, a number of volunteers seen around the kennels had been seen frequenting the library; the hall of geneology and records. Compiling a long lost compendium, a book, a pocket guide for the masses about the labs' giant array of creatures, both old and new. So much work had been put into this little object, given out free to passerbys like a sort of pocket bible. For some, it might become just that. For Ridelys, she at least knew about a stonemoss' normal diet. 3 11.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 4, 2019 3:51:16 GMT -6
Old information like the ancient pieces of pamphlet or posted up about those breeds; even how to pronounce their species names in the common tongue. Ridelys put a few dog ears on pages of creatures she either owned or wanted to learn more about. This little booklet would be extremely helpful for her in the future. The lamadidron gives her a glance up, a glance down. Its out in the open, accompanied by half a couch cushion. Not quite to her waist at the shoulder, the little stonemoss hasn't quite started growing many plates of green rock upon its hide; must be a juvenile of sort. From what she can see, the couch cushion seems more savaged then what this creature can do. Those nubby toe-oh. Yeah, those could do it. It shuffles about on her, and those toe nubs are splitting apart, crystallizing at the ends. Sharply pointed. Seems like this one had some growing to do still. 4 12.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 4, 2019 3:56:29 GMT -6
Her generic way of how to keep a creature (or a sarane) from biting isn't going to work so well. One, the lama had bits and pieces of small green plates hardening up and down its limb extremities. Two, its a rock, how could she bite it back? Carefully approaching, she came closer and closer....ouch. Not paying full attention to her surroundings, a small bag bops Ridelys in the forehead. Backing up a notch, she glances up. A bag of smooth round pebbles almost clear as crystal is hanging above eyelevel. Well EXCUSE HER for being shorter then the average. Grumbling, Ridelys crouched a bit before springing up to snag and rip down the bag of pebbles. The lama wasn't paying attention previously to her; now it was. "This is for my lama; her nose is better then her ability to listen, so I had to keep her treats out of the way. Please return whats left when you're done. Thank you!" the note tied to the strings reads. 5 13.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 4, 2019 4:00:25 GMT -6
First things first would be to just get the couch cushion out of the way. The lama only had so far to move out here on that chain and leash. Pebbles in her hand, she reaches out and takes hold of the cushion. The lama is close enough to reach the cushion though, and pounces on it. Making a racketous carcophony of noises. NO no noNO NO. This was her couch! But the rude thief suddenly makes a spitting shrieky noise that startles her, ripping the cushion out of her grip, her mouth, and her reach. NO. This was not her couch. This was MY COUCH. The lama shrieks at her again, but for the second time, Ridelys makes the horrible guttural shriek back at her. She wasn't that tall, but she had enough time around many shrieking creatures to at least mush them together and sound scarier then she actually could be. The couch cushion is thrown aside, out of both of their reaches. 6 14.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 4, 2019 4:07:51 GMT -6
The lama doesn't quite understand what has happened; first she's out here because she wanted to eat the couch; and now someone who is not her food giver comes up, STEALS the cushion like a thief, and starts screaming at her?! Rude! She swings her tail a bit, but not enough to act like she was defending herself. Perhaps she could do some sort of ruse, lure the thief away from the couch, so she could make it hers again. She swings her tail around her, leaving a divet in the dirt around her as it scrapes around in a circle. For some reason, this is pleasing the creature? She's making not angry or shrieky noises right now. Instead a sharp swishy sound? And rewarding her? Tossing out one of those pebble things; she did like these pebbles. But one pebble she had grabbed onto recently had tasted so very wrong. It made her feel very ill, and spit it out very fast. Had her with inner bubbles for days. Every time she'd open her mouth, pop pop pop. Don't eat laundry rocks. 7 15.20
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Post by Renathan on Jun 4, 2019 4:27:54 GMT -6
You have rolled a success! Your QP has been added to your bank, and your prizes will be sent shortly. Feel free to continue roleplaying if you wish!
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