But having one Vidarr to deal with currently was more than enough to keep her busy. The idea that his daughter was going to grow up much the same was daunting. Not to mention the satyr had gotten her hands on one of his sons, one thing she had never thought she was going to have to deal with in her life - a stag-horned adult drake, and yet here she found herself with one. He was Meade's brother, and had even softer tones of hide than she did, with lilac mottling and bright green decorative spots. They'd make quite a handsome pair fighting together, but there were two problems with that. For one, who even knew if Meade was going to be willing to fight, and for another, she had no idea if a drake of his quality would even tolerate another sarane in the vicinity, even a hen who would pose quite little threat.
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Shaking herself from the ideas, Lethalia placed a soothing hand on Meade's head as they came along the wrought iron gate of the mansion. Surely these were all things she would have to worry about, but she'd brought all of these responsibilities well upon herself. Maybe at the time she hadn't considered the repercussions well enough, but she'd known what she was doing. Now to deal with things one at a time - and one of the things that would need dealing with included Meade, even if this one felt like the lesser of her problems at the moment.
"Y'ready, sweet thing?" Lethalia questioned, lacing her fingers around a cold iron bar. An involuntary shudder ran through her, the unnatural cold of it biting near instantly. Yes yes mansion, I don't like you either. Let's just get through this, aye? the thought flits across her mind with a small smirk.
Meade lv|6 ly|6 October|5
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It wasn't the cold that caused her hand to jerk away, but the sudden absence of it in the wake of her thought that made her rip her hand back as if bitten. Scowling, she reached for the gate again to shove open a bit more forcefully than needed, absolutely not sullen about it. The dislike of one another - if you were crazy enough to consider the mansion a sentient being, which apparently she was at this point - seemed quite mutual. Perhaps if she 'treated' the place better, she would get more respect in turn, but she wasn't about to try that.
Meade's eyes were bugged wide open when the satyr looked over to her once more, almost comically terrified by the screech and clang of the gate thrown open. "Meade, baby..." The sarane hatchling cowered behind her, and Lethalia had to consider once again that perhaps she had made a mistake.
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"Meade, it was me. I was the one who was bein' noisy," attempted Lethalia again, patting the side of the hen's neck. Bright orange eyes flickered up to her owner's face for only a moment before she dodged out from under her hand, trying to take off as quickly as she could. Luckily for the satyr, Meade was still small enough to don a collar and leash, and let out an almost girlish squeal upon hitting the end of it and cutting off her route of escape. "Sorry, sweet girl," she chimed, kneeling down to the hen's level. Lacking means of running away, the baby hen quickly returned to her owner to huddle close and take up cowering behind her cover once again. Lethalia sighed, taking a pause to puzzle over her softly colored hen - did someone go and switch eggs on her at the last moment? Surely he couldn't make something this gentle.
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The mottled markings that had begun to shed in on her topline, and the telltale purple tail said she was Vidarr's child... but not a lot else about her did. "Okay Meade..." Lethalia said at length, rising to her hooves. They weren't going to literally get held up at the gate, they were going to make it to that gnarled orchard at the very least! Taking several steps towards the open gate, Lethalia reached the end of the slack in the leash, Meade quite a determined (and horrified) immovable object at the other end of it. "C'mon, s'okay, you can come here," she tried, kneeling down and holding out her hand. Not having a bit of it, Meade even strained in the opposite direction of the gentle pressure on her collar, wings giving a little flailing flap as if they might give her the edge to start running away.
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Oh boy, the satyr ended up signing herself up for a very long day, didn't she? Ought to know better by now than to think a critter would give her an easy time of it - especially considering whose offspring she was dealing with. They were going to give her just as hard of a time as dear ole 'Da, just in much different forms than he did. It would be remiss of her to expect anything less.
Perhaps the mansion was as good of a place as any to teach the hen a little fortitude; make the most out of being here! Meade might grow out of it and she might not, but helping her with some confidence now couldn't harm her in the long run - as much as she currently thought walking past the screechy gate was going to kill her. It was hard to picture a cowering adult sarane, but if she let this continue on or pushed in the wrong way, it may well be what she ended up with.
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"Oh Meade, m' sweet spooky child," Lethalia crooned, speaking as softly to her charge as she could. It was apparent just talking Meade into it wasn't going to happen. While the hatchling was still technically small enough to pick up, the satyr didn't want to make a habit of carrying her past scary things, lest she attained herself a grown dragon who thought herself a lapdog that thought it could hide on it's owners lap whenever she was frightened. It was time to start treating Meade like the beast (size-wise, at least) that she was going to grow into. "Oh Meade," she tried again, fishing in her bag. Old enough now to understand the bag was where goodies came from, it garnered Meade's attention long enough to perk her up into peering for what her owner was bringing out for her, scary gate forgotten in the moment.
Meade lv|7 ly|7 October|10
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That was fine, Lethalia would take any diversion she could get if it would make the hen move on. "Hey Meade, y'like these, right?" she questioned, fishing out the high-end looking box of galabex jerky. Some of them were even cut out in really cute shapes, but that was probably for the owners rather than the pets, considering Meade was zoned in on the box by smell alone. Pulling a chunk out, the satyr showed it to Meade while keeping it just out of the hen's reach, informing her "Y'want it? Y'gonna haveta' work for it." There wasn't going to be a reward and attention just for being a scardey cat, after all! Conveying the idea would've been easier with a ribbon of her own, sure, but Lethalia wasn't quite sure about introducing them to her just yet. It seemed strange enough for the two she was already using, she wasn't certain hoe excited she was to add another.
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Creeping closer to the treat, Meade's nostrils flared as her jaw parted slowly to try and take the strip of jerky away - a snort escaping her when the treat was pulled away at the last moment. Nose scrunching with trying to figure this out, she gave the satyr quite the suspicious glance - the hen managed to look quite pathetically hurt at the same time enough to make Lethalia feel even a little bad. Man, these little ones could tug at her heartstrings so easily. Trying to stand her ground, she scooted just inside of the gate, holding the treat out again. "C'mon Meade, gotta come with me," she explained, hoping even if her words meant nothing, her soothing tones meant more than the content. "If y'come over here, we can explore that big orchard... play in leaves..." Let the mansion harass them endlessly. Meade didn't need to know of that part.
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Meade appeared to remain unconvinced, trying to expend her long neck as far as it could go to reach the treat rather than risk actually getting any closer. Lethalia stood still, simply choosing to wait the hatchling out - there wasn't much else to do otherwise. The treat seemed interesting enough to get her interested in at least trying to sneak closer, which is all she could hope for at this point! Though spooky, the very least Lethalia could give the hen was that she was quite the persistent one. It was tried to grab the treat from one direction and another, sneaking up below her hand to see if that would bring her any closer. With that, the hen huffed and laid down on the ground, seeming to contemplate her options. Smothering a giggle, Lethalia wondered if they would even make it onto the mansion grounds today - casting a concerned look over her shoulder to make sure the mansion hadn't conjured up anything awful for them to stumble across.
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They'd get there eventually, right? A glance at Meade all laid out on the ground, and she rethought the idea. There was a chance they weren't going much of anywhere if this baby ended up being half as stubborn as her father, even if she did lack his brash nature. Just her luck. "Meade," she sighed at length, leaning forward to tap the hen's nose with her treat, "We have'ta go somewhere at some point, migh' as well be in the gate since we're already here." Her words didn't sound all that fond, but the singsong way she tried to prompt Meade with was meant to be as encouraging as she could make it. With her owner making more encouraging happy-noises, Meade picked her head back up and snapped at the treat that dangled just in front of her nose, growling softly when it was taken away again. Rude much!
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A cautionary glance was given to the scary gate - it hadn't made a move or sound this entire time, had it? Meade's tail twitched, a catlike motion as she considered her options. Well, it wasn't so scary when it was being quiet... Experimentally, one paw shuffled forward, and then the other. Freezing in place, Meade found no more screeching to meet her, no more loud noises to try and ward her off. Hesitant to think she was completely safe, the hen snuffed the air - magic smelled something like the ozone that electricity could give off, at least to her. It was heavy in the air here, but it was secondary to the treat in her owner's hand. Well, she could take another few steps forward, in that case. So absorbed in just moving forward and re-checking her surroundings along the way, she hardly noticed her owner was slowly backing up in turn, until she'd been unwittingly lured several paces into the gate.
Meade lv|8 ly|8 October|15
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A goodly amount of things materialized on the lawn, but in different places! The first thing that really does so draws attention to itself, the witchbane very close by was very obviously growing at a rapid pace. Then, three twisting leaves flew down! What sort of other things could be found nearby?
(I'm going to assume here that you meant October, since we can't roll for September anymore.)
"Gooood brave girl!" Lethalia chimed once Meade's tail cleared the gate, apparently without the hen really understanding what had happened. Giving a startled tail lash at the sudden voice, Meade reared back at first - until it registered that it was just the woman's voice ringing over the orchard, and nothing more sinister. Catching her breath as she came back down to earth, she gingerly took the offered morsel and laid down with it, carefully tearing the tiny piece of meat apart bit by bit. She could only take tiny bites if she was looking around and keeping an eye out for scary things, after all. "There's m'girl, y' did it!" The accomplishment had to be something to be proud of, if it was this difficult to convince the hen to come this far! She wasn't certain how far they could linger with such a scardey baby, but it would do Meade some good to get some exposure while she could handle it.
"Oh Meade," Lethalia sighed fondly, stroking the hen's neck as she picked at her treat, "what am I going to do with you?" Dreams of the pit and fighting had surely been in store for this one. It shouldn't be a surprise that she would want her best fighter's progeny to be more of the same, but all the wanting in the world wouldn't change a creature's nature. The pit didn't seem like it would be in Meade's future. With the species losing interest in breeding, much of their vying for dominance died down with it aside from those who just cared to fight by instinct. Which obviously not all of them clung onto. That meant there wasn't any reason to throw the hen at even unbroken browns, and if she remained as she was, certainly the stress of a tournament alone would do her in.
Twilight-Claw: I really, really love all the updates that have come~! <3
May 24, 2020 2:12:37 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: np!!! I hope y'all like it!
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Riku: What an awesome update, staff! Thanks for that! <3
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Jack: All have been found!
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Jack: Might want to be on the lookout for anything... odd
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Fiera Ferella: Yeah it’s definitely a coincidence but wow did it work out well for us! XD
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Silver: I'm pretty sure that was just a coincidence, but it sure feels lucky!
May 22, 2020 2:07:09 GMT -6
Riku: So did you guys make this hosting switch perfectly RIGHT before pb broke? >.< Thaz crazy. It’s a huge relief and I’m very glad we’ve come to this. <3
May 22, 2020 1:41:01 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: It’s free up to a certain number of GB, which we haven’t hit yet.
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Twilight-Claw: Is the site that is going to be used to host all those images also the type you'd need to pay for? (definitely noticed the broken images yeah. Photobucket feels like it is standing on its last legs. X3 )
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Morgan: I'm just kinda nervous about them going down before things get moved over completely. It's prolly nothing to be worried about though. :3
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Fiera Ferella: Thank goodness we're moving out of there? XD
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Renathan: Ugh, photobucket has the images broke again. x3
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