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Post by Morgan on Jun 2, 2019 2:36:27 GMT -6
Morgan knew that it was exactly what was going to happen, and was not at all shocked. The creature shook it's great head, blinking it's golden-amber eyes. The human had tried some of this theirself a few years ago just to see how bad it was since it was living-thing safe, and Morgan was not at all surprised whenever it was absolutely yucky and horrid. That was what it was made to be like, but it was still horrible. Morgan took a moment to make sure that the creature wouldn't go at it again, and was quite happy to see that the creature did not try it again. Some creatures were indeed stupid enough to try it again. Morgan's wiurn had attempted it three times, and finally had to be removed. He would have to be trained traditionally, it seemed, and was kept in the observatory's vivarium, far from the other creatures and away from things it could bite that would be bad for it to do so.
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Post by Morgan on Jun 2, 2019 2:59:23 GMT -6
There was so much that Morgan had to do today, and they really didn't have enough time to go through the tail-slap. Especially right now, that the lamadidron was going to take at least a little while to eventually get over the nasty bitter cherry taste. Morgan bent down and picked up the chair arm, and then put it back in their backpack. They'd throw it in a receptacle for trash later; Morgan did not believe that littering was ever okay. The lamadidron, was trying to lick the grass; perhaps to get the nasty taste out of it's mouth, or perhaps because it's tongue was being stung a bit.
This was quite good at least. This meant that Morgan would definitely be returning the creature with it knowing how to respond to no bites, and that chewing on couches was a mess and not exactly the best idea. It probably would never do so again.
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Post by Morgan on Jun 2, 2019 3:06:35 GMT -6
There was very little more work that Morgan was going to be able to do, but Morgan figured that they could get started on the tail whap thing. Morgan had no idea who would think about battling with such a poorly trained creature, however, Morgan was sure that the creature would at least be able to protect itself... Wait, what? Why was the creature needed to protect itself? Morgan hoped that the creature was not being kept near any sarane or anything stupid like that. It was ridiculous. The bespectacled human had seen so many different people keeping their pets together, prey and predator alike, that Morgan hated even thinking about such things. Lamadidron would be a difficult meal, but the idea of seeing this creature being snacked upon made them aggravated.
Morgan hoped that this owner wasn't quite as bad as they thought that they probably would be. That was horrible.
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Post by Morgan on Jun 2, 2019 3:13:15 GMT -6
Still, the best case scenario was that this owner was simply going to throw the beast into the pit; which was horrible enough seeing that the creature was just not socialized properly, not trained properly, and certainly ignored. That was horrible. The poor thing looked depressed. Still, Morgan had a job to do, and would at least do most of it before giving in. Morgan chose a command, a simple 'whap' and decided to take the creature out to a fallen log nearby to work on this one. The creature was brought to the fallen log, and then they stood there for a moment, as the lamadidron finished it's grueling affair with the horrible bitter cherry spray.
The next idea was going to be a nightmare, but Morgan knew that it had to be at least attempted. Morgan took the creature's great tail in their hands, and then gently swung it into the log, calling out "Whap!" The creature looked confused, but was still handed a mossy stone to eat.
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Post by Morgan on Jun 2, 2019 3:18:12 GMT -6
Well, this wasn't going too well. Morgan continued this, and repeated this again and again and again. They just did not have enough time to work on this like it really needed to be, but they really hoped that it would at least permeate a little bit. Morgan could always come back again for another training session if they had to, but they hoped that they would not have to. Just thinking about how sad the creature was made Morgan more mad than anything else. The owner was just horrid, from the looks of it. However, Morgan was sure that they would be able to get at least a little bit done with the rest of the day.
Morgan repeated the training again and again, calling out 'whap' and then hitting the log with the tail, and eventually, whenever Morgan called out the command, the creature began doing it itself, in order to get more of the mossy rocks. Eventually, Morgan was content at it. Would they be able to return the creature now?
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Post by Jack on Jun 4, 2019 18:09:47 GMT -6
Success! You will get your prizes shortly and you have been rewarded with 2 QP for the shop! You can continue to roleplay if you wish!
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