Morgan had worked with him on flying just the day before, of course. Morgan wasn't sure if the training stuck, no one ever really was, but they planned on trying to bring him up into the sky again today, to see if that might help him with his stiff joints and such at least a little bit. Morgan figured that it would be more helpful to get him flying in the long run, because he seemed to have more muscles there, more flesh, and he might be able to fly easier than he could run. He wasn't the best at running right now, that was for sure. His reaction times were incredibly slow now, Morgan could outmaneuver him to his food trough even. This would help in the long run, Morgan thought, repeated in their head like a mantra as they smoothed over the creature's shoulders to help knead out his muscles there.
Of course, Waar didn't like having to stop to deal with this, but he also knew better than to challenge Morgan's authority. He watches Morgan with a slightly annoyed expression, and then tilts his head back, producing that strange screeching noise that Morgan had taught him. Morgan shook their head, and glared at him. "Come on boyo, don't be doing that." Still, it hurt Morgan's ears and made them feel a bit chilled and creeped out. "You need to get loosened up. We'll be doing this a lot lately, in-between training you. You're just going to have to deal with it." Morgan made sure to hold their voice casually firm, so as to make sure to seem still strong. "Now give me back your wing." Morgan grabbed it anyway, and began working it loose again. "You're just a mess. We've got to get you back up into fighting order, just in case." Morgan mumbled, in an accusatory fashion.
It was a mess, Morgan felt, that their love of dragon-like creatures generally caused them to deal with unruly creatures all the time that weren't patient or proper. But Morgan wasn't afraid to give Waar a smack on the nose if he decided to be unruly. "Don't be a mess, boyo." Morgan warned, as he gave an impatient snuff of breath from his nostrils. Morgan was surprised that he even could still breathe. They had began studying a bit on exactly how his body was currently, ah, working, by watching him through some observation cameras they had picked up and modified. They felt like the creature didn't really have to breathe, but he still did it, maybe out of reflex, anyway? It also allowed him to make verbal noises at least, so that seemed fine. Morgan wasn't too sure about him, but they wanted to know more about Waar's condition, for his own safety.
There was so much work to be done with Waar that Morgan's head was spinning, metaphorically of course, over it. Waar was so behind a lot of Morgan's other creatures, especially Nico, which was sad because Morgan wanted to finish Nico's training as well... That and the tat-lungs of course, they deserved a lot of attention too, and required a lot more teaching to really be all that they could be. Morgan shook their head as they continued to work on Waar's muscles. Heck, they might not even get to actually getting him to run today. It was a big mess, the state that Waar was in. At least Morgan could work with him better now, with the gloves at least. Waar was finally starting to calm down now, not quite as grumpy, and even seemed to be enjoying parts of the process. It probably felt a lot better on his muscles, that must be sore and stiff.
"There you go Waar. I need to move on to your neck, sides, and tail eventually. You going to let me do that?" Morgan was trying to draw their attention away from how tattered and gross a lot of his skin was. It was actually a bit horrible, but Morgan was trying not to think about it much. Never mind that, the fact that the sarane was essentially a zombie like all of those weird horror books that Morgan used to read as a kid. They tried not to focus on that, since it was terrifying and made Morgan feel even worse about the fact that they had all but caused this. Morgan moved up to the creature's neck, and raised up their hands to his flesh there. Some of it was coming off in the front. They distinctly remembered something, telling the priest to take his pound of flesh from his chin, neck, and belly. Morgan shuddered at the thought.
Waar detected that shudder, and snorted again, twisting his head almost unnaturally to glare at Morgan. He seemed to understand that Morgan was pitying him a bit, and he didn't seem to be very happy about it at all. "Oh, don't give me that crap." Morgan said, giving him a playful push on the nose, just a little forceful since he was so big, and then gently began working on the back of his neck muscles. He was already acting like his wings were a little more loose now, feeling a bit better. That was good at least, Morgan thought. He'd at least get a little work on flight today, hopefully. Morgan worked up the neck carefully with the gloves, and then watched as Waar began to move his head down, so that his neck was easier to get to. Morgan scratched him behind the horns and ears afterwards, trying to let him know that he was okay.
Perhaps Morgan was also trying to convince theirself of that fact, that Waar was here, that he was okay, that this was in fact a mostly unchanged Waar. His outward state didn't necessarily have anything to do with with what he felt inside. That was still Waar in there, in that flesh. Just because he looked scary, or his body didn't hold together all that well didn't mean that it had changed him any deeper than that flesh and bone. Morgan backed up, acid resistant gloves still on, and then moved back to look over his side, flanks, and tail. "Well boyo, all things considered, you still look really similar to how you used to." Morgan whispered, and then backed away. It was finally time to get him to start working on the training, or at least as much of it as they were going to be able to do today. Waar himself looked pretty calm right now, which was nice.
The pair took a moment to breathe. They were outside, and it was quite hot, but there was just the slightest hint of a cool breeze starting to roll up and over the grass outside. To their left the several gym buildings sat. Morgan knew that they didn't have a whole lot of time left today, but working with Waar was going to be pretty quick anyway. He didn't get tired quickly, which was good, but his poor muscles were in a sorry state, and forced him into a rather stiff posture most of the time. Morgan had even seen him knuckle-walk recently, perhaps to keep his muscles from having to stretch all the way down like they used to be able to do without difficulty. Morgan frowned at the thought, when they had seen that, and knew that they had to do this to upkeep his ability to move in a healthy manner. Not that he probably needed that.
Morgan was pretty tired today, theirself, but Waar seemed bright eyes and bushy tailed... Well, as much as a big ole pseudo-dragon that also just happened to be a zombie could be, in fact. "Alrighty Waar, let's get working. First things first, we need you to dash around... Well, let's find a good spot for that!" Morgan had just noticed that they were kinda in a bad spot for running in any form, and Morgan decided to move them to a place where there were hillocks that he could run down, since Waar seemed to have an easier time doing everything down hill, and going back up hill would force him to move in ways that would normally be uncomfortable, and hopefully stretch them back out a bit. Waar followed, of course, as he tended to doggedly do with Morgan whenever he could. Morgan had wondered about the reasons for this; of course.
The bespectacled human tended to take a lot of time to consider things, over-thinking them really, and tended not to be able to see the forest for the trees sometimes. They tried to take a step back and look at everything at once to get a better idea of what was going on, and a little bit of distance did them lots of good. With their creatures, however, they sometimes got caught up in one style of thinking. With Waar, Morgan had always assumed that the drake would be trouble even after being broken, and then they had gotten caught up with getting him brought back to life without regard to anything else. These two things had clashed once he had actually been brought back, indeed; and now, Morgan was just now being able to see Waar as he really was. He wasn't as violent as the stereotype of drakes that Morgan had expected. Perhaps only because he was broken, but Morgan had expected much worse.
Waar himself seemed to be coming to terms with his situation, though it didn't seem to bother him as much as Morgan would have expected indeed. Of course, it could be because he was of animal intelligence as per usual with most creatures, but it could also be that he was resigned to it. He seemed to have issues with it for a bit whenever Morgan had brought him home; if only because he was having a hard time figuring out how to sleep comfortably now. Morgan didn't even really know if he -needed- to sleep now that he was this way. He sure seemed to like to, though? Morgan stood on top of a hillock for a moment, and then gave Waar the command for dashing. Waar took off pretty quickly, all the way to the bottom of the hillock, and before he could really stop, Morgan called out the command for dashing yet again so that he could run up the next hillock too.
Morgan noted that Waar was already looking a little winded when he got to the other hillock, so they stopped calling out the command for dash and instead gave him the command to lay down. Morgan then waited until he did so, rather quickly, and then began the walk to get there. They knew that he would be pretty tired pretty quick at that bit; he wasn't a creature with a lot of endurance, but he had sure tried! He definitely would not have been able to dodge more than one attack that way at all. Morgan took their time getting to the other hillock, they were much speedier than the sarane was anyway, so they weren't too worried about it not at all. Once Morgan got there, they sat down on the grass beside him, enjoying how much cooler it was when a wind went past them, rolling across the tops of the grass's forming seed heads.
Morgan turned to Waar and opened their mouth to speak, and then closed it without speaking. Right now was pretty okay. Sure, Morgan was sitting next to an undead monstrosity of an already-dangerous pseudo-dragon species, and the summer was hot. However, Morgan was also feeling pretty nice. The day had that first vital cool wind that showed that Autumn would be showing up in about a month, Waar was alive, even if it wasn't entirely what Morgan would consider the best way to indeed 'be alive', and he was also not really all that dangerous right now. Morgan felt ready to take him on if they had to, and it felt nice to not have to worry about much of anything for sure. After a few moments of allowing him to rest, Morgan stood up, and then called Waar to 'follow' them. Time to jog back to the other hillock, with Waar in tow this time!
Sure, Morgan could actually outrun Waar right now. That wasn't too bad, since Waar was indeed a sarane, and the drakes of the species and even some of the hens were flighted beasts, and as a flighted beast Waar could outfly Morgan's running; but it was bad that he was definitely not near as agile as any other drake or hen. That was a huge concern, Morgan was certainly concerned that he would further lose mobility if he was not exercised well enough! So for now, Morgan jogged down the hillock, and Waar rumbled after them, trotting on his front knuckles, which made an odd noise that was indescribable against the soft but knee-high grasses. He was definitely slower, but he was able to keep up with Morgan's jogging if only just barely, going down the hillock. Going up the next hillock, however, saw him going much slower than Morgan, as he was not as agile.
Morgan noted this. It was important to keep up with all of the information possible to be drawn from this. Waar was quite a bit different now; and it wasn't just the acidic 'blood' that was causing Morgan to realize this, even though that was one of the first things Morgan noticed about him. It was other abilities and of course physical bolsters and limitations that he had, it was like learning an entirely new creature, despite his personality remaining the same. Sometimes, he even still stuck out his tongue, looking pretty dumb and cute, despite the ah; missing flesh. Morgan tried not to think about that, and tried to enjoy the extra time they were given with the creature instead. Once Morgan got to the top of this hillock, they stopped for a moment to allow Waar to catch back up before beginning to jog again, towards the area to run down the other side of the hillock.
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!
May 23, 2020 13:45:06 GMT -6
Riku: What an awesome update, staff! Thanks for that! <3
May 23, 2020 12:06:52 GMT -6
Jack: All have been found!
May 23, 2020 9:53:27 GMT -6
Jack: Might want to be on the lookout for anything... odd
May 22, 2020 23:51:22 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: Yeah it’s definitely a coincidence but wow did it work out well for us! XD
May 22, 2020 6:43:27 GMT -6
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.
May 21, 2020 6:46:33 GMT -6
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 )
May 21, 2020 0:13:57 GMT -6
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
May 20, 2020 22:13:15 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: Thank goodness we're moving out of there? XD
May 20, 2020 21:59:22 GMT -6
Renathan: Ugh, photobucket has the images broke again. x3
May 20, 2020 21:18:53 GMT -6