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Post by Lethalia on Dec 31, 2020 0:56:52 GMT -6
"Hey! Y' wee jerk!" Lethalia tittered, turning to where Foggy trotted a wide circle around her with her new prize. The plush dangled between her front legs, dragging in the snow along with her leash nub as Foggy paraded around proudly with her tail wavering from side to side. Without knowing what was on her mind, Lethalia would almost guess that the pup was pleased to be dancing around just outside of arm's reach. Hopefully that didn't mean she'd realized her freedom. Hoping to keep the pup's attention, Lethalia abandoned the remaining faeron in her open backpack in exchange for a hopefully more tempting treat. Foggy was still busy with her victory parade, getting a bit worryingly far away. "Foggy! Follow me!" she called. It seemed the pup was getting tired of this back and fourth, likely too clever to be able to deal with the simple things on repeat, just like Gold. December|32 follow|2
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Post by Lethalia on Dec 31, 2020 0:57:40 GMT -6
"Hey girl, c'mon!" she followed up with when Foggy paused, but didn't appear terribly interested in coming along. A light voice and energy wasn't going to keep this pup engaged forever, right when she really needed it to. Leth was not going to be the idiot whose new puppy ran away because they chewed through their only leash. Yeah, she wasn't going to let that happen. A short whistle later to get Foggy looking at her again, Lethalia was shaking the open box of jerky at Foggy's level. If the bone didn't do it, this seemed to tip the scales in her favor. "Foggy! Y'ready t' follow me now?" That got the pup going! The plush in her mouth was forgotten but mindlessly dragged along anyway, following the box of treats with a jouncy trot as Lethalia backed up towards the door. December|33 follow|3
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Post by Lethalia on Dec 31, 2020 0:57:50 GMT -6
"Good! There we are!" she praised, smirking to herself. Foggy had reliably - with aid obviously - trailed her down the last of the walkway and even as Leth's hooves sounded loudly on the wood porch. Only once the satyr had to pause and juggle the door open did the pup 'come to' and come out of her tunnel visioning. Foggy dropped the toy, looking from side to side as if to try and puzzle out just when she had gotten there. A longing gaze over her shoulder - she had never really cared much for human houses. It was much more interesting out here! "Fog! Look here!" A piece of jerky was hurriedly waved before the pup's nose before she could consider it more deeply, steering her head to face the interior of the door Lethalia had just opened. Posed with her hand on the door Lethalia waited for the pup to tend towards either direction. December|34 follow|4 'follow' training end
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Post by Lethalia on Dec 31, 2020 0:58:31 GMT -6
The pup's body relaxed just enough to lean toward the goodie and reach up to grab what was put in snatching distance. Soon as the pup moved, the satyr pulled the treat out from the pup's jaws and almost casually swung the door open. Foggy was ushered inside with the gentle sweep of a hoof behind her, making the pup step inside first. Following closely behind, Lethalia blocked the means of easy retreat and hastily clicked the door shut behind her back. Bells chimed faintly as it sunk shut, warm air chasing away the last tendrils of winter's chill. Finally, she could breathe that Foggy was contained for now. She seemed just the type to take ripping off after whatever struck her fancy, not a theory Leth was willing to test around here. It was almost relieving enough to forget it was the mansion they'd taken refuge in. Foggy lv|7 ly|14 December|35
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Post by Lethalia on Dec 31, 2020 1:02:35 GMT -6
Foggy looked disoriented at the sudden change in scenery, but not too much that she didn't take the treat when it was offered in more sincerity. "Les' getcha' dried up, huh pup?" Lethalia stuffed away the treats to procure one of the folded towels in the backpack - and no she did not have a mom bag, don't you dare - but of course she hadn't packed an extra leash. Good gods, woman. It was kind of just how she was, and probably always would be. Protective of all the things when she still needs to get her own shit together in order to do that. "C'mere girl," the satyr prompted, fluttering the towel at the still dazed pup. She was distracted enough to only half-hearted nip at the towel, otherwise transfixed on the roaring fireplace in the center of the room. It was a little bit scary, but was calming and warm. She hadn't realize she was cold, until she really was. December|36
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Post by Lethalia on Dec 31, 2020 1:09:45 GMT -6
Once the towel got too annoying to ignore Foggy had to retaliate against it and bite down, bumblebee-growl and wagging in spite of herself. Praising the pup, Lethalia took up the other half of the towel to start rubbing the pup's sides dry. Every little ruffle of fur through the towel brought about another cluster of excited growling as Foggy tried to grapple and bite down on the towel-monster that was enveloping her. Her head popped free with tiny jaws snapping into the empty air, pausing long enough to pause and pant with exertion. Soon as the satyr rearranged the towel to dry off more, the pup was at it again with her tail going as fast as her nipping at the towel. "My gods, wha' little terror I got," Lethalia smiled, grateful for the mansion's apparent hospitality this time around. It was being kind enough to allow her to deal with this pup before messing with them, which was appreciated. December|37
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Post by Lethalia on Dec 31, 2020 1:16:30 GMT -6
Now that she had the puppy safely trapped beneath a towel and in a mostly safe room, Lethalia took the time to get a good look around. Aside from noticing it was a normal enough room to tend to Foggy, she hadn't really looked at the place yet. It was warm and festive, and more dimly lit than she originally thought now that her eyes were adjusting to the indoors. Across the room the fireplace grew more faint and the candles lining the windows lent more of their glow than before. It as little more than a lavish mudroom, coatrack at one side of the door leaden with garments heavily dusted with snow. A large bench spanned the room in front of the fire place, appearing to be some kind of large greeting area which would have looked more friendly than looming had it been properly lit. Pretty cups of drinks lined the room's short tables, but judging by the lack of steam, the mugs were no longer warm. December|38
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Post by Lethalia on Dec 31, 2020 1:28:13 GMT -6
"Lesee 'bout that fire, huh Foggy?" Lethalia prompted, giving the growling bundle a last pat. Tending to the fire should make it a little cozier while she settled on what to do to get this jerk puppy home. Truth be told she was close to just stuffing the pup in her backpack, but she didn't want to commit to doing it the hard way just yet. Who knew - perhaps the mansion would take pity on her and procure her a new leash. One was allowed to hope. Looking forlorn at the sudden lack of a playmate, Foggy sniffed forward with her owner as she poked around to see if there were any logs nearby. The search brought up a few slim quarters of chopped wood, a tiny log or two. It would warm them up, but they wouldn't be staying here all that long. Long shadows flickered at the walls as the flames grew once again, and Lethalia figured she was fine with a brief stay. December|39
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Post by Lethalia on Dec 31, 2020 1:42:33 GMT -6
Sometime when Lethalia was relaxing and tending the fire she'd been boring enough to put Foggy right to sleep. Between glances at the pup she watched her head slump and nod, fighting off sleep with an upright tick and dogged determination to watch whatever her owner was doing with that fire. Warmth and crackling was quick to lul her and by the time the satyr had fed the last of the logs she could find and turned back the pup was long gone. Lethalia knelt by her, staving off the sudden loneliness she felt for lack of the pup's presence. Alone, this place was so much more daunting. With the fire dying and the houluh's energy to keep her trekking onwards, the satyr was starting to feel drowsy herself. The mansion made her too nervous to let her guard down long enough to nap - perhaps it was a good time to scoop Foggy up and make away with her while she still could? Foggy lv|8 ly|16 December|40
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Post by Silver on Jan 5, 2021 1:32:55 GMT -6
What a lovely bunch of trinkets to join Lethalia on her journey.
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Post by Lethalia on Jan 23, 2021 14:41:58 GMT -6
Surprisingly, the mansion had ended up being fairly kind to her during that last foray. Foggy was fine, the mansion kindly provided a warm place to take refuge in - even if the room had given Leth the creeps just a bit. Even so they had a very brief, uneventful stay. Everything was made better by a roaring fireplace, even a shady room at the mansion. The place was even kind enough to leave the front door where it'd been originally! Lethalia didn't quite know if it was her reasonably good luck that spurred her on to return the next month, or if she was really going that stir-crazy. Sure enough there were a plethora of chores to be done and critters to work with - that was why Ardith came along today. But the nature of living in the same place for years on end didn't seem to be sitting well with her roving soul. Ardith lv|4.1 ly|4.1 January|1
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Post by Lethalia on Jan 23, 2021 14:42:21 GMT -6
Likely it was the same need to explore something new that drove her to visiting the mansion. So few were the places you could go to have a real novel adventure around here. The city was dense and left nary a plot of land unused; there weren't even abandoned or dilapidated buildings to go poking around in, the authorities took care of them so swiftly. The mountains were beautiful, but the satyr knew every single trail winding around them by heart with all the meandering she'd already done there. Somehow, the dark deep caverns below didn't hold the same draw; Ardith may have liked that trip better. But the mansion, there was always something new here. On the few occasions she'd already witnessed a particular celebration, the dubious funhouse would have more than enough twists she hadn't encountered and dirty tricks that had yet to be played out. Even what she'd seen before couldn't get too mundane. January|2
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Post by Lethalia on Jan 23, 2021 14:44:01 GMT -6
For all her mistrust of magic, this fantastical place felt like her sole source of mystery. Aside from the labs proper but even she wasn't stupid enough to try that one. Well - and the mysterious Veil she'd only heard stories about. Shame that burned down shortly before she got to town... There was that small, addicting surge of adrenaline as she saw the mansion come into view, a thrill to see even from afar that the house had twisted in a manner completely differently than she'd seen before. The very same that kept her earlier adulthood endlessly thrill seeking for the next. Heart still fluttered with concern, but the anxiety over it was becoming less and less as Lethalia began to see it as an outlet for her exploring. This celebration, Inkantana, must've been a construct of this city for it was an entirely new concept for her. Ardith was far less impressed. January|3
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Post by Lethalia on Jan 23, 2021 14:44:20 GMT -6
This henling was a touch of trouble even on a good day, and lately the black had been having markedly fewer of those. Ardith seemed bitter now that her only acceptable playmate had swiftly outgrown her. She turned up her nose at Rimefang's twin daughters, fought viciously with Sarma, and ignored her littlest half-sister in spite of being the most likely companion out there. The drakes weren't even on the table as playmates, it seemed. Lethalia found herself at a loss on how to be an adequate enough playmate for this slow growing troublemaker. While she adored the drake himself, she was rather reserved at the idea of breeding Vidarr again even if he would likely procure the perfect playmate for his middle daughter. Problem being his resultant whelps were... different. Maybe it was just her worry making the issues bigger than they were, but it didn't seem that Vidarr wasn't producing anything.. normal. January|4
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Post by Lethalia on Jan 23, 2021 14:45:41 GMT -6
Looking down at Ardith, Lethalia couldn't help but wonder what quirk she was going to grow into. Plant-lover Meade had grown into a hateful bitch. Their oldest brother dressed in pastels was the laziest unbroken drake she'd ever met. Taking their sire's arguably worst traits, his offspring picked a single one to excel at even more than the drake. Ardith seemed to already be growing into a fighter - and that being one of her sole interests. Every shrub was snuffled for something inside of them, sometimes making Ardith back away with her tail raised as if she had a fully-grown set of thorns to lash out with. Spotting a vulti and it's owner strolling down the opposite sidewalk, the hen made a false-charge at them, hitting the end of her leash with wings flared and a squeaky baby-roar. "Ardith," Lethalia breathed, wishing to sink back into herself. Ardith lv|5 ly|5 January|5
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