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Post by Flare on Jan 29, 2020 17:29:39 GMT -6
The chill of the day made the water very cold to the touch, and without an inner fire heating him up, Shabh’s face found itself showered in cold water. He gave a loud howl of surprise and fear, diving for the safety of the giant feet of his reptile friend. He didn’t seem to nitice the rebalancing of the drake as he leaned away from the fence a bit. That went a bit too well, but Shabh seemed to be timid about everything new outside. Everything seemed to be a scary sight for him. That... didn’t work out if the pup would eventually act the protector. Brining him out to the mansion when acting so timid might not be the smartest idea. Hm... Its cold its wet I don’t like this. Shabh didn’t experience freezing on his face like any done before. It spooked him. 8 11.20
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Post by Flare on Jan 29, 2020 18:26:32 GMT -6
Now that he considered the cowardice of the carniverous pup, nothing had really taught him how to be unafraid of things, did it. Hm. The drake hummed audibly for a moment, the scales on his throat shivering a bit with sound. It wasn't a loud hum, just a low hum of thoughts passing. The shivering on his foot seemed to be easing a bit. Thats it, listen to my sounds. Listen to the sound of me. Water is not scary. 'Imagine trying ot convince this one to learn how to swim.' he told himself. Could you even teach a young carnivore how to swim without its mother? This wasn't such a great idea. Every time he approached the magical house, it had been alone. Nothing accompanying him, to his own knowledge. That suited him fine, if the pup wasn't used to scary things, he would just need to reach that point. 9 12.20
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Post by Flare on Jan 29, 2020 18:31:19 GMT -6
He could hear a low growling, and it wasn't the shrillness of the shivering pup on his feet. A gnawing feeling ate at the bare bones inside of Flare's stomach... oh right. That thing called eating. His magical lump of summoned meat didn't even last for that long. Or did it vanish once eaten? The ssashirk's stomach protested the lack of food again. Audibly this time. A grumbling rumbling growl of hunger. Perhaps he should find some food outside of the garden. Berries and such only were able to fill up so much. Leaning a bit on his staff-cane, the drake lifted his bad foot to nudge Shabh off. He wasn't quite able to walk properly with the pup hiding on his feet. Big old reptile feet. [We get food now Shabh.] Unsure of what the ssashirk's own growls an barks meant, the rakai gave a yip, and pulled him right around to leave the mansion. This place gave him the creeps. 10 13.20 -end-
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Post by Renathan on Jan 29, 2020 18:53:39 GMT -6
A tiny bear pocketpet looks lost and alone... Hopefully there isn't a huge mother bear around. -shudder-
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Post by Flare on Jan 29, 2020 20:01:47 GMT -6
-after lunch- His stomach satiated to the point of slight distent, the ssashirk took his rakai pup home and headed out for some exercise. Something seemed to give him itchy feet today, and it wasn't from whatever prevented him to sleep last month. Just a wish to get away from the garden from a bit. With the pup snoozing, he'd at least rest off the fears of what he'd found. The icy exterior of the mansion looms beside the drake as he walks slowly up to the gates. The sky looks dark and cloudy above it, but as soon as he passes over the gateway, its a clear dark night sky. Stars of all shapes sizes and what not sprinkle the dark carpet that made the sky above his head. This was a new time of year that the drake didn't really try to experience. It was cold, but he barely felt it. 11 15.20
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Post by Flare on Jan 29, 2020 23:25:03 GMT -6
How long had it been to be sitting out on ther plateau above the city and watch the stars... too long realy. The taller trees obscured the sky here in the garden of pethia but onlythe mansion seemed to have any real view of the night sky. If he’d been physically able the ssashirk wouldve made that trip to the plateau many times. His free hand drifts from hanging at his side to rest upon his shorter limb. Born with it, and remaining with it. A restriction of movement, of life style, of several other things. And being gimpy for life. Running being physically impossible. If anything, it was a heavily slanted galumph along. Looking up at the night sky again, the ssashirk exhaled a breath, his hot breath visble in the cold air. In his experience, there was no reasoning toward being less then amiable to his situation. He still had a leg, for one thing. TO be thankful. 12 16.20
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Post by Flare on Jan 30, 2020 6:24:39 GMT -6
In the back of his mind, a small bit of memory rolled forth, from when he was younger. A kind of astral projection view of two children working their way up the cold plateau path to see a meteor shower at the height of its fall. One surging ahead, strawlike pale hair all a mess and sticking out like a haystack. Calling and hollering back to hurry a slow butt up. The slow double clicks of a pair of crutches from a very slow ascent up. A call to wait. The ache of holding the wooden bars so long, and the burn of the muscle tissue to get up there in a hurry. But something was wrong. This... this was a young scarless ssashirk climbing that cliff path on crutches. his red hair everywhere from both th ewind and the exertion. No, no. Wait. The hide was a singular color of orange... 13 17.20
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Post by Flare on Jan 30, 2020 6:30:10 GMT -6
Flare’s older self balked at the memory. This wasn’t right, it wasn’t! ‘Watch till the end, have to be dreaming. Workign too hard.’ He thought to himself. The strawheaded human and the ssashirk youth finally made it to the top of the plateau. Playfully arguing over not waiting up. The ssashirk a flopped out heap at their campsite for several minutes before being strong enought to roll over and watch the stars. Two friends watching the sky open up and pour stars among the sky. A rumor that if one saw a specific kind of falling star, you’d gt a granted wish. Of actually seeing that start in the mess, slightly glowing green for some reason or another. A furvent wish to be mobile like his friend. They’d wished together; but his friend’s wish was vague. Couldn’t recalll it... and it was still a human and a ssashirk... 14 18.20
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Post by Flare on Jan 30, 2020 6:36:04 GMT -6
As the memory faded, present day Flare took several steps backwards before he caught his balance. Why had he recalled that specific adventure of his youth now of all times. It wasn’t right. He was a... and the thought was all static. Blink. Blink. What? He tried to think the thought again. Nothing but static; no sound, no picture, no nothing. [Not you again]. Came a rough and familiar voice. A branch cracked. The ssashirk twisted his head around, his jaw agape and showing his teeth. A slight hiss. [Oh yes, very convincing. Act like the animal you are.] the creature returned at him. On closwer expection, it was the scaled creature who had found him in the height of his shedding crazy. [Who are you,] Flare asked, his voice.rasping. [Why are you here.] The creature wasn’t bundled for the cold in that flamboyant feather laden look. Tilting their head back at an abgle that caught the light from the half moon. It illuminated scales and skin being seamless. 15 19.20
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Post by Renathan on Jan 30, 2020 18:40:43 GMT -6
The room had been quite normal just a second ago, but now it feels like you are standing in the middle of a spotlight.
The light above you is so bright that it bares your very soul and you feel the weight of your sins on your back! It is hot, sweltering, as if you are on stage. You feel very judged and very alone. There are things just beyond the light, sometimes people deriding you, and sometimes creatures like demons skulking about beyond the light, weeping. However, you just can't quite see them. The light feels... Sinister somehow.
As quickly as it begins, it ends; but it seems like your pet has fared much worse than you have. It leaves you out of breath and uncomfortable, and all creatures save for the most loyal or strong of mind would have certainly turned tail and ran.
[Pets under 15 loyalty spook and run away! Creatures with 'Iron Will' or that have been trained [Accept Scary Sights] are unaffected.]
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Post by Flare on Jan 31, 2020 4:48:40 GMT -6
NO The scaled individual just seemed to disappear into the light as it became unusually bright. He had to avoid being blinded by shielding his gaze from the ligth. It was even brighter then the one in his memory. One that he tried to believe was just a dream, a halucination of having his head carved into. As quickly as the light overwhelmed visible lighting, it faded back to normal, leaving a bunch of afterimages burned into the ssashirk's retinas. No longer did he see a creature with scales and skin, but waht could be thought of as a walking skeleton. A sharp intake of breath that didn't make it past his jaws, the ssashirk takes an unsteady step backwards. AFRAID? Its not words he hears, but more of an echoing inside his head. Its sinister but questinion at the same time. Just what was this creature doing here.... 16 2.20
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Post by Flare on Jan 31, 2020 4:58:05 GMT -6
No. Not afraid. Flare retakes his breath, steeling himself. He wasn't a stranger to this creature, having met at least once before. Deep breath in, hold a beat or three and exhale. His figure visibly relaxes before the skeleton. Not afraid. Surprised, but not afraid. The skeleton's canid appearing head tilts in mild curiosity. Those eyes are practically xraying him. I EXPECTED A COWARDICE. His expression remaining as placid as possible, Flare responded softly with a Sorry to disssapoint you. Holding his his a bit longer then meaning. CURIOUS The creature could be both bipedal or a quadruped, its twin skeletal tails clicking together as it moved. CURIOUS, IT TAKES WELL. Flare watches it, it watches him. The single thought crosses his mind of what takes well to what. He took a few moments to ponder the creatures noises. What could it mean. He couldn't focus on anything else. 17 3.20
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Post by Flare on Jan 31, 2020 13:15:13 GMT -6
What... what takes well. He ponders inside his head. The spotlight feeling doesn't seem to fade much, as it comes back onto him. If skeletons could grin, and he'd seen one who could without lips, this one leered very similarly into a grin. The jaw opened up with a slight upswing of the head. Its response reverberated in his head. THE SOUL. WHAT ELSE TO THAT DAMAGED HUSK YOU WEAR. It always nagged in the back of his mind. He'd met other ssashirk since joining the core. None of them had wings his size. Not even in the condition. If anything, the wings, if anything were decorative shoulder ornaments that added a show of emotional state. From the color of their scales to the sweep of the horns, if any, every ssashirk appeared to be very different. But he was the only one in memory... with both large wings and a lack of spines. 18 4.20
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Post by Flare on Jan 31, 2020 13:45:06 GMT -6
However. A husk?! Did he look that messed up still? I would assume that I appear healthier then a husk would. He believes to himself. His nomadic lifestyle of practically outside the city wasn't glorioius by any means, but at the same time suited him fine. Clean water, shelter, some food to eat... and something to put his mind to or at ease. The light glared at him painfully, forcing a shielding of the eyes again, brushing some of his hair down his face from around the horns and ears. What even was this nonsense of pointing out the soul. The creature was moving again, pacing around him like some sort of large dog creature. Tilting its head up and down as it stared... through him? What, was it interested in teh size of his insides or something? I SEE. THE CORE FUSED WITH THE SOUL... it hisses more to itself then to him, but he heard it anyhow. 19 6.20
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Post by Flare on Jan 31, 2020 14:04:22 GMT -6
Its still muttering to itself as it paces around him. About magicks and cores and souls and muttery nonsense that a mage might make sense of... but to a confused ssashirk who could very well go sun-blind for a while, not a word made sense of this. He did catch a 'ADD THE MAGICK BACK TO THE CORE... WHAT WOULD HAPPEN...' before it stopped pacing and looked at him again, before cackling, and vanishing into the light. The spotlight went as suddenly as it came. Released from the light and its hold, the drake stumbled backward to land on his butt, the hold no longer forcing him to practically breathe small. Taking small shallow breaths, slowly gradually upgrading back to regular deep breathing. What even was that. This mansion had unusual things go on, but this took the cake. There wasn't even a way to add magic to something... was there? 20 7.20
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