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Post by Morgan on May 18, 2020 20:34:17 GMT -6
Morgan was relieved to see that the drake wasn't hurt (at least not too badly, he did seem to have broken a wing bone, but his power to mend his bones was used to quickly click that back into it's place). They had expected that half-fall half-tumble to be more painful for him than it seemed to have been. "A-are you alright, Waar?" They asked, sputtering as they tried to catch their breath. Running downhill was quite hard enough! The sun beat down on the grass, leaving it warm. Morgan sank down into the grass at the base of the hillock, and glanced up to the top of the hillock from where they sat. They couldn't help but sigh when they felt a slight breeze pick up around them. Okay, they did guess that it was pretty nice. Waar was rolling in the grass again, already. The human waited a little while, and then decided- "W-we have to start back up."
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Post by Morgan on May 20, 2020 18:46:00 GMT -6
To say that Waar was not keen on starting back up was easily an understatement. The sarane drake was largely uninterested, today. With any other of Morgan's charges, they would have probably called it quits for the day and returned another day, but they had to keep Waar under their 'dominance', or else he would probably need to be broken again. The human wasn't even sure if they -could- even break him again, leaking all of that acid, even if it was leaked at an inconsistent rate that practically turned into amber-like drops when it dried. Morgan wasn't good with acidic things or anything that could cause bodily harm in that sort of way, so they stayed away from it the best that they could. "C-come on Waar, you have to do it." This time, Morgan's voice was dark, getting towards angry but not quite there yet. A warning.
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Post by Morgan on May 20, 2020 18:49:24 GMT -6
Waar knew that voice. He begrudgingly stood up on all forms, and shook the grass off of his skin in an almost doglike fashion. The human backed up, to keep stray acid droplets from landing on them. "A-alright you big ole mess. C'mon." Morgan waved him over, and began walking up the hillock quietly. Waar followed them, slower than Morgan would have liked but they would have to make some sorts of concessions to keep him under their control. When they both got to the top of the hillock again, a wind blew through, cooling them both off. The day was warm. It was beginning to get towards hot, and Morgan didn't like that hardly as much as a more temperate sort of heat. Of course they hated cold too... There was hardly any time of the year where they were okay with the weather regardless of what was going on.
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Post by Morgan on May 20, 2020 19:20:57 GMT -6
"Go go go..." Morgan said, voice soft but urging. They patted Waar on his rump to get him to go, and then grabbed the whistle with their mouth to give the command for dash again. Waar may not be too happy about getting started again, but he was going to do it if only because he had to. The drake rushed down the grassy knoll and into the valley below, already a lot quicker than he was earlier. Perhaps he was even a little more sure-footed, too, and Morgan was very impressed with it. Morgan continued to repeatedly give the command for dash every time he went to slow down, as they always did. In some ways, this repetitive nature was a worse torture than regular training was, but it had to be done. Waar had to be in tip-top shape again, even if Morgan couldn't do anything else for him.
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Post by Morgan on May 20, 2020 19:27:08 GMT -6
Morgan wasn't sure if they were going to be able to continue to take Waar out this sparingly, though. He was going to need more attention this year, they just felt it, than they had been able to give him this last year. Perhaps with the tat-lungs having been worked on quite well last year, they would be able to devote more attention to Waar this year. Then again, they also had Millicent this year, whereas they had not before had her last year. Millicent definitely outranked Waar in Morgan's attention, if only because she was younger and could not completely care for herself like Waar could in a pinch. It was an unfortunate truth, but it was the truth. Waar was a big bad, adult, pseudo-dragon. A born to fight individual from a lineage of pit fighters. He was vicious. He could definitely take care of himself and hunt for himself after a few difficult tries.
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Post by Morgan on May 20, 2020 19:30:05 GMT -6
Of course, Morgan's other charges would have much more difficulty in caring for theirselves. Waar was a powerful warbeast, already, if not a little bit slow. However, the tat-lungs would have a bit of a target drawn on their backs if they were to try to strike it on their own (they were beautiful and intelligent creatures that while not completely helpless, would be worth getting injured over capturing for individuals that were unscrupulous) and poor Millicent wouldn't make it at all. She was but a child, after all. Heck, most of the tat-lungs were still children at this point. No, there was a reason that working with Waar was high intensity but few and far between. He wasn't a backup project, not a bit, but he wasn't the most important project Morgan had to work on at the moment. They hoped that he wasn't noticing. Morgan continued to blow the whistle, having noticed that they had forgotten to do so while thinking.
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Post by Morgan on May 21, 2020 21:50:12 GMT -6
Morgan may have noticed that bit a little too late, but Waar had noticed it right away, and had stopped where he was to squint and look at Morgan. Partially, it would seem, he was waiting to make sure that Morgan hadn't been carried off by a hungry wiurn or fallen asleep standing up or some other banal human nonsense, but of course it was the 'I'm going to randomly think about something else and space out' stuff that Morgan did semi-commonly. He huffed, and even had time to start running wide open again before the human started blowing the whistle again. He couldn't help but find the entire situation humorous. That was a thing he'd started to love after gaining his sentience- humor. It wasn't exactly something he had a grasp on before, and it was probably the only thing keeping him from ripping the ring free of him and escaping the hell that was understanding what one was yet being what he was.
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Post by Morgan on May 21, 2020 23:34:24 GMT -6
Waar ran and ran. Or rather dashed and dashed, whatever the correct term, he was beginning to grow tired again. He wondered when Morgan was going to allow him to take flight. He figured that it would be easier to push his limits if he was flying, which required a heck of a lot more agility to be able to do properly. Wouldn't that be a better example of where he was right now than just running? Plus, sarane weren't necessarily 'made' to run on these giant curved sickle claws, he was sure. He'd already broke one so far, and it didn't feel good despite his general state of dilapidation generally not feeling to hot in general. Morgan still urged him on. Waar ran and ran. The breeze picked up, he was called to turn back around and then commanded to dash again. Waar flexed his claws, practically pulling up the roots of the grass in his wake.
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Post by Morgan on May 21, 2020 23:39:54 GMT -6
Waar was getting less and less patient with the entire situation, and Morgan could feel it across their emotional link. On one hand, they understood. This sucked. They didn't exactly enjoy being here, and they only had short stints of training between having to make gym runs for him. It took up most of their time, this endless work. However, Morgan knew that Waar would be better for it. They tried to send that certainty, that good feeling across the emotional link back at him, but it was met with extreme impatience. Morgan understood, but was starting to grow frustrated, theirself. Truth was, at this point in their lives, Waar's young bullheadedness and Morgan's own young arrogance butted heads more often than not. Completed with Morgan feeling deep emotional guilt about Waar's situation, which was being misconstrued by Waar as pity of all things, and the pair were really at a rather explosive set of odds.
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Post by Morgan on May 21, 2020 23:42:48 GMT -6
For now, however, they would sit. Like ticking time bombs, but the inevitable explosion would not happen today. Waar was much too tired to go another breaking round, that was for certain, and Morgan was honestly not going to start any arguments that they did not have to today. But they simmered, frustration brothing the brew on all sides. Sooner or later, the pot would explode, if pressure was not released. Waar scrambled back up the first hillock, sides heaving. Morgan decided that they were going to let him rest, even though he was being an insolent butt today. The human really did not enjoy these outings any more than Waar did, but it had to be done. Waar was going to need all the help he could get, if he was ever going to be any semblance of 'normal' ever again. At the very least, he was broken, for now. Enough to keep Morgan safe.
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Post by Morgan on May 21, 2020 23:47:56 GMT -6
Waar hauled himself to the top of the hillock that Morgan was standing upon, and then dropped himself onto the grass. He was thoroughly exhausted. He wondered this time if he would even get up afterwards. Once again, the grass around the drake began to die off a little at a time around his body, blade by blade. Earlier, Morgan had not noticed it, but now because he was so tired, Waar seemed to be doing it more than earlier. The human noticed it, this time, and was thoroughly baffled but struggled to keep this away from Waar. He did not need something else to worry about. Heck, Morgan didn't need anything new to worry about either! They were quite perplexed at it, at first, but soon enough understood exactly what was going on. It made so much sense, and why had they not noticed it earlier? It had to be a side-effect of his ordeal.
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Post by Morgan on Jun 3, 2020 7:35:53 GMT -6
The human often times felt stupid whenever they didn't notice something, and then afterwards could not un-see said shocking thing. They weren't sure how to take this. The human sat down on the grass not too far away. How long had this been going on? Obviously, it had to be since Waar had been brought back, that was the only thing that made any sort of sense. Still, the understanding of it took a moment to hit them, and then it came over them in waves of understanding that were interspersed with a sick feeling. It was quite obvious that Waar was beginning to realize that something was wrong with Morgan, and instead of giving him an excited moment of realization that he might be able to win his dominance back from the human, Waar was shocked to realize that he was more concerned about Morgan than anything else, and wasn't interested in hurting them.
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Post by Morgan on Jun 3, 2020 7:38:36 GMT -6
Waar resisted the somewhat henlike urge that he had to wrap his tail (which would be a disaster if he had done it) around Morgan like a protective hen about her brood. He did, however, move closer to the human and tilt his head oddly at them. It was annoying to feel the human's horrible emotions all the time, especially since they changed like a jerking and bouncing chariot across a rocky road. However, this time he was actually hurt by it, a bit. He wasn't sure what the human was feeling or why they were feeling it, but it needed to STOP and hopefully as soon as possible. He tapped the blade of his tail on a nearby rock, and that seemed to get the human's attention. 'Hrrnn.... What...' He managed to push out of the collar of speech. He was getting a little better at working with the collar of speech these days. [47] - [155 Words]
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Post by Morgan on Jun 3, 2020 7:44:12 GMT -6
Morgan turned their face to Waar in a somewhat odd fashion. It was slow, Morgan kept their head down, their bangs fell over their eyes. For a moment, a somewhat... Dark feeling fell over the pair. It was as if the sun, despite still being in the sky and beating down on them hard enough to make Morgan sweat (they hated sweating) had simply stopped shining and the night fell upon them with a fervor that would make an abyss shy away. However, it was simply the emotional equivalent of such, and the human finally looked up, brushing the bangs out of their eyes with a bit of a head flick, and then they looked pointedly, sharply away from the drake. "It's nothing." They tried. It didn't work. Waar gave them a huff, and threatened lazily with his tail in the way that Morgan knew meant no harm, but did mean that he was frustrated. Like a cat flicking it's tail tip.
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Post by Morgan on Jun 3, 2020 7:51:03 GMT -6
The human rolled their eyes at him, and then crossed their arms over their chest as if they were trying to protect theirself from some sort of danger from without, though most of the danger was certainly from within. "W-waar, there's something I probably need to t-tell you." They murmured, trying not to look the green-eyed beast in the eyes. Waar was being abnormally patient, which was not normal for him in the slightest. The human would probably ponder that later, and then realize that this entire interlude had allowed the drake to take a prolonged break, the absolutely wretchedly clever beast. However, they weren't sure how to put it to him. "I-I think that perhaps your unique ah, condition, yes c-condition... Uh, I think you may have a strange side-effect t-to have come from your undeath... Well, more than just the undeath itself." The human said, arms still tightly crossed against their chest.
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