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Post by Skylos on Jun 4, 2019 4:39:06 GMT -6
ENCOUNTERS ARE ON RidelysSkills applicable: Magical Awareness, Feel the Node, Architect (r.3), tracking, advanced tracking, wild speak Dico Mist lv 4 loyalty 8 Spoils: Times of Displacement
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Post by Skylos on Jun 4, 2019 4:55:14 GMT -6
Whoever the person was who created squeaker toys, needed to have one stuffed in their immediate vicinity and have it constantly squeaked. Loudly. At all hours of the day. The one item of the major basket of toys practically dumped on her by a very enthusiastic volunteer for taking on the job of working with the stonemoss, the draenix had taken to using the cinnamon roll squeaker toy. With that ...shit eating grin pasted on their whiskery face the whole time. "Had to pick this one as your favorite... just had to." she remarked, wincing. The draenix's teeth could be seen as it chomped on the heavy duty squeaker toy. This is true, the draenix had no draconic lineage... except with tat lung. One creature who 1. she didn't have. 2. didn't understand. So she couldn't understand a word or sound this creature made. SQUEAAAAAAK. Oh no, you didn't just do that. Yep. They did. They were cantering off ahead of her, and making sure she followed. Because that critter wasn't nearly calm enough to be released in public with anything. June 1 1.5 16.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 4, 2019 5:07:45 GMT -6
And of course, the draenix had headed into the mansion. The last time she'd been here was with someone else, toting around something else. Which off the top of her head she couldnt' remember. Would come to her eventually... As she stepped over the threshold of the open iron gates; clearly someone wanted visitors to this crazy old mansion today; she remembered. Previously she had come with another, and it was with sarane. With Schrodinger as a whelp, and... who was it. She wracked her brain about it while walking down the path. Oh right. Fredwilda. Her onery brown henling. And taking her sweet time growing up into a more managable size. Yes, Ridelys thought that the size of a horse seemed manageable, more so then a whelp sized creature. At least regular, uninjected sarane weren't prone to detonation upon finding campfires. She recalled the incident with Glitch and the draenix veeeery clearly. She'd have to keep a close- oh dear. Where'd it go now. 2 2.5 17.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 4, 2019 5:14:43 GMT -6
The note posted on the iron gates outside mentioned that the beginning of summer would be the Firefly Festival. There was a faint rememberance; she'd gotten some lanterns out of here previously... with her golems. Did they come at this time of year? Hmm. Fireflies. Oh no. No no, don't get ahead of yourself, she told herself. Take a deep breath, hold a moment, exhale. Its fine. Stupid draenix should be around here somewhere. Just follow the squeaks. Following the squeaks would get her back into its range, and hopefully the draenix would behave themselves. She honestly couldn't decide if it was female or male. But one couldn't really call every hard to genderize creature an 'it'. Just felt out of... touch. It was almost like saying it wasn't alive. In which the draenix seemed to embody living flame. Her own wings could resemble the draenix's when she got really stressed about it. Thank goodness they hadn't burned anyone. SQUEEEEEAK. AHA, that direction. 3 3.5 18.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 4, 2019 5:21:30 GMT -6
If Ridelys were a betting one, and she wasn't, she almost could believe the draenix appeared to be waiting for her. Eagerly chewing on the squeaking cinnamon roll to egg her on to hurry her legs up and come. The sense of 'this place is magical' felt off the charts as she approached the house. The yard had firefly jars perched on fence posts littered now and then. The sky appeared to be in a permanent setting of sunset; just light enough to see around, but clearly illuminate with the jars of glowbugs. The draenix seemed to be waiting for her beside one of these jars, watching the bugs ping about in sheer panic of a giant peering into their prison. The jars could have been glued or held there by magic, but they did make excellent little fencepost lights. "They're pretty, aren't they." she asks the draenix, who's all eyes on the glow bugs. They did not feel hot! 4 4.5 19.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 4, 2019 5:37:32 GMT -6
The noble cross had never seen glowing bugs before. Bugs yes, but not ones that glowed like this. Their excellent sight follows each bug as they dart around in panic, glowing steadily, pinging off the glass. Every now and then they would ping and land, and then take off again. Ping ping ping. Yes, ping for me. It heard the theron approach; heard her say something it did not understand. The theron spoke a lot. The language of fire took learning though; and the draenix had not the ability to smarten the youth of the language of fire. Not just of a campfire, but of the flame. She had not pulled one of those ribbon things that the larger dragonfolk wore rather proudly around to attach to themselves though; why was this. The draenix believed themselves clearly worthy, but the theron youth did not. The draenix did not know that their ages ranged far. For age didn't make a difference to a noble guardian of destruction. 5 5.5 5/7 20.20 lv 260
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Post by Skylos on Jun 4, 2019 5:50:47 GMT -6
One thing the draenix noticed, every time the youth brought it out into the open, was the sense of unease that she carried every time she was near it. Of fear. The living embodiment of flame and mayhem; that isn't something to be feared. Granted, the draenix did recall previous bouts of themselves losing control of their power and exploding within her range of movement. Perhaps she remained ill at ease at the thought of having it happen again? She smelled of fire herself. Not the crackling magic that some others had cling to them like the stink smell; but... something. Something the draenix had no thought to give reference to it. For now, the bugs on fire were enough to keep its interest. If the youth had no way to show she deserved its respect, to listen and keep her safe, then what was the use of having themselves stick close. Why? Perhaps a sense of guardianship. 6 1.5 1.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 4, 2019 5:56:49 GMT -6
Yes, Ridelys had a deep sense of unease every time she brought the Draenix out of the kennel. Carefully keeping all sources of flame away from it while in the kennel, where there were fire sprinklers and hopefully blast resistant walls. Both times the draenix served to teach another creature not to be afraid of something scary. Hell, Ridelys still felt scared and ill at ease around it. Perhaps because the two times it had gone off and exploded, she had been caught in it. Stupid really; could bring a pair of grown sarane out in public without much fear of them rampaging the public {I heard that}, but couldn't take a four legged bomb-dragon out for a walk. More along the lines of catching up to them before the creature could 1. escape again and 2. go off at the slightest spark. Granted, the fireflies were attention getting, but weren't giving the draenix a reason to blow up. Thankfully. Ridelys didn't want to have to rebuild the mansion. 7 2.5 2.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 4, 2019 6:03:03 GMT -6
Well if there was one way to get used to a creature, Ridelys liked to at least know what it was thinking about. And hopefully it wasn't about her being a meal after the cinnamon roll squeaker lost its interest. She dug into her pockets, feeling about... Well she had intended to put this on another of the sarane, but perhaps it would be better this way. Now where would the draenix not try to rip off an extremity to attach this to it... she glanced its impressive self up and down... thinking. Perhaps on its tail. Neither end appeared safe to really grab hold of. Not that she would grab hold without some sort of... payment. Because another choice of the volunteers was to supply her with some premium treats. Calico Feeders. Now two of the three parents of the draenix, if she recalled right, were likely fish eaters; the other ate gems. Perhaps a mix of both to tempt? 8 3.5 3.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 4, 2019 6:08:09 GMT -6
Now or never. Ridelys waved a hand in the draenix's direction to get its attention. Waving a raw koi, the length of her forearm. How these calico feeders were supposed to be treats of all things, she'd no idea how. Kalidoscopic eyes darted in her direction sharply, with a quick twist of the head. No, don't freeze. Don't freeze. She offers the fish, and lays it between them. Showing the creature the ribbon. "I want to put this on you." she tells it, though it has no idea what she says. The draenix's attention, diverted from the mesmerization of the fireflies in a jar to a raw fish in the youth's hand, and a ribbon in the other. Making noises. Ah, so thats what it meant. The storm izer who cawed so highly of her for saving him as a chick. The draenix, keeping their eyes on her the whole time, snaps up the fish slowly, crunching it into pieces, whole. It was a good fish, crunchy and fishy and scaly. Good enough. They angled their head forth, allowing her access to the horns. Or the tail, if she so wished. But tail things can be chewed off. 9 4.5 4.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 4, 2019 6:11:49 GMT -6
Was... was this permission? She couldn't decide; horns or tail. Horns or tail. Suggestively, the horns made more sense. Short of shaving it off on a tree or another object if the draenix could shed those horns, (hadn't seen this yet), it would stay put. Ok, horns it was. She takes the ribbon, and snips it in half along a perforated line. How clever of those who manufacture these to make them easy to separate. One half was carefully wrapped around the offered horn. When she's done, Ridelys steps back, not wanting to prolong the contact with the draenix. Didn't want to anger it after this. She ties the other half on her wrist, to join the other colors. This made five. Five animals with the ability for her to understand them. The sensation of looking at a crackling bonfire seems to come through the connection. A powerful force if left untouched, or touched. 10 5.5 6/8 5/20 (ribbon attached)
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Post by Skylos on Jun 4, 2019 6:24:43 GMT -6
She'd taken great care to make sure the ribbon wasn't going anywhere, delicately wrapping it once around each branch of the horn before tying it off just before it dove into the draenix's head. With a barest touch, she'd forgotten that there were no scales on this creature. Softer hide and feather. But the draenix wouldn't presently stand for being petted like some sort of... well petting zoo. And feathers took up most of the creature's head and neck, bristling outwards to being... frills? Fur? A display? {All} the thought literally startled Ridelys, making her jump. It was all...all three? And the draenix had made the connection first. Stop. Stop freezing. Dont' freeze. That's showing you are afraid. The draenix watches her movement, looking her up and down. There is... a confused sensation. Nothing empathic, but a thought of 'I don't understand' coming through. What didn't it understand, her being afraid? Of it? 11 1.5 6.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 4, 2019 6:29:32 GMT -6
'You can understand me now' it wasn't a question. This was a fact. A statement. Their minds were linked now, but only while the ribbon was worn at this tightness. She knew this, it did not. {You are afraid} what gave it the first clue, she wondered. The freeze of her movement, her scent... perhaps even just her body language. {All} All three...great. She couldn't smell fear. The draenix apparently could. Or at least just notice it. 'Yes, I am afraid. I am afraid of you.' she confessed. The pinging of the fireflies draws the draenix's attention again, and it looks away from her. There isn't a real response... but a 'why' sensation. It wasn't used to communicating like this; though she barely heard anything but hissing out of the creature previously. 'I am afraid that you will lose control.' The mental image of a bonfire again, spitting sparks. Oh no, had she angered it? 12 2.5 7.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 4, 2019 6:35:17 GMT -6
{I am in control} the image of the fire shrank to a manageable 'human sized' campfire. The draenix's thought feels... miffed. Irritated at the idea of not being in control. 'For how long.' she does not wish to press, but its for her own safety. Regiling the creature with mental images of its previous explosive episodes in her presence. No answer. The bonfire image between them spits sparks again. The image of focusing laserlike on the jar of fireflies. Was the draenix attempting to avoid answering the question? She repeats herself. 'for how long are you in control' Its not that the draenix does not want to answer; it was that they could not figure out how to answer. The connection made, but... clearly attempting to tell about the control had no... just couldn't. No. There was no answer to this question, for the draenix did not know the length of their control. 13 3.5 8.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 4, 2019 6:42:28 GMT -6
What the draenix's mind focused on, besides the glowing bugs, was that they were correct; the youth was afraid. And for why; they had lost control in her presence, and exploded their energy. Harming her. Harming others potentially. That this thought did not... bother the draenix as much as it should bother them. They were fire. They were death. One that can't escape quickly would be harmed, loss of control or not. So the thought of being sorry, of being concerned, of being guilty of their actions does not occur to them, for they have no humanoid mindsets. They... seem impassive about it. Impassive that she had been harmed. But there is a thing. The draenix's image of a bonfire being fed a lot of wood; the fire burns bigger and bigger, and then BOOM. Explosion of energy with too much fuel. The fuel of their.... obsessions with fire and chaos. It can become too much and explode. 14 4.5 9.20
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