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Post by Flare on Feb 5, 2020 9:55:05 GMT -6
{Coming to this place, so full of magic and intrigue...} It stepped forward, and before Flare could act, plucked the conifer cat from his shoulder. The beast squalled in the sharp grip as the creature looked him over like some sort of living hazelnut. {It would be a real shame if you lost your pet, now wouldn't it.} {Monarch is not a pet.} Flare defended, freezing at the point of having his creature plucked away. Twiggy limbs flailed, and he barely made any noise. But whether he liked it or not, Flare was his caretaker, and that included defending him. {Put the cat down.} he hissed, raising his tattered wings in some sort of intimidating gesture. The snake-thing scoffed through their fangs, what a joke. {What sort of idiot are you. Threatening a being like myself.} tossing their head at an angle to catch light against their scales. 13 16.20
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Post by Flare on Feb 5, 2020 10:00:09 GMT -6
What a setup. The chaos creature taunting the drake into anger. Or at least self defense. Perhaps that could drop anger into his mood. But it wasn't doing much. Their grip increased, also making the creature in hand squall more. It hurt it hurt it was bending his quills get it OFF! Unexpectedly, the creature dropped Monarch, hissing in pain. Their scaled hands were full of stiff green quills. Resembling a porcupine's swat of their body. Monarch landed hard on the ground, and, seeking no safety with Flare, bolted into the mansion grounds. He was noping out of there and FAST. the creature cursed elegantly in a hissing language Flare did not understand, picking out the quills one at a time. They were barbed as well. Ouch ouch ouch. {What sort of idiot keeps a walking thornbush?!} it spat. {I do. Monarch had reason to quill you, you hurt him.} 'And now I must find him.' 14 17.20
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Post by Flare on Feb 5, 2020 10:06:13 GMT -6
{I had intent of garnering you into another fight on more evened odds.} the chaos creature growled, picking another quill out from a bloodied palm. It hurt to pull these stupid needles out. {Get you back for hitting me with rocks.} {You already got me back, if you forget kicking me around while I was down and shedding.} Flare retorted as he turned away to enter the mansion grounds at last. Wait, no. Gah. The creature came after him. Of course it did. {And yet you learned something. A. you weren't dying. B. You were shedding, and its a normal thing to do. Eventually this year you will shed again. and it will more then likely not be as painful as now you know what to expect. Like a females-} A rock, kicked up by the drake's tail, narrowly missed his face. Again. {Stop doing that, I'm not done talking.} {Be thankful there are no females in hearing range.} You don't talk that. Nope. 15 18.20
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Post by Flare on Feb 5, 2020 10:12:13 GMT -6
{If you must follow, then help me search for Monarch.} Flare finally growled as he searched for any tell tale signs of the wayward beastling. Plantling. Whatever. Couldn't have gotten too far in. There wasnt' much new growth, but here and there, he could see green sprouts coming up. And... lavender roses lining the path to the door. But Monarch didn't go in the house, did he? NO idea. Chech the gardens first. He had to think, the creature is a burrower. He spends most of his time in his burrow when he's not foraging for roots and what not to eat. Didn't care for berries. {Do you know why this place is the way it is now?} The creature asked him as he followed along with loud cronching movements. {No} {Dark shows his affection for the femme faytale that is Harvest, and showers her in gifts. All these-} it gestures at a lingering box of chocolates, being sat on by a dark dove, and another glass rose, {are for her, as could be guessed. But she will not take them.} 16 19.20
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Post by Flare on Feb 5, 2020 10:24:49 GMT -6
Although he wasn't versed in myth, any Tumai'an worth his or her salt did not insult the gods. Verbal, mental or otherwise. It would result in dishonoring and misfortune. And being followed by a who-knows-what, he wasn't about to say what could come to mind. That ((Dark must be as thick headed and irritating as this creature following me)). And it was still talking as he ignored the creature. Who sounded like they were picking things up behind them. {I am primarily seeking young shoots to feed Monarch. he ate my last bamboo shoot.} The creature scoffs from behind him. {Just go buy it off the old crone human in the city. Plant a piece and let it root. Or something stupid like that.} they waved off the feeding of his creatures with such disdain. {If I found young shoots, I can grow it, and keep it living.} he pointed out. Maybe thats what Monarch was looking for besides an escape. 17 20.20 14/17 Lv 59 Flare
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Post by Flare on Feb 5, 2020 10:29:46 GMT -6
The creature isn't paying attention or just doesn't know how Flare functioned. If he could grow it, he would try. The cold might not allow it to take root and grow. A number of shrubs and flowers had died back, and from having to research their dead leaves against what he had already learned in the Core and his education, these were annual flowers and de-sid-u-ou-s, leaf dropping plants. They died in the cold winter and came back in the spring with new growth. Unlike the conifers, which held their leaves all year around. He wouldn't just let Monarch starve when he finally found a twiggy herb plant that the creature actually liked. And took away from him to finish. That in itself was progress. He'd not done much handling of the creature and consequently would not have much luck handling him when the winter came next. For the berry season was over. 18 1.20
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Post by Flare on Feb 5, 2020 10:33:55 GMT -6
As for the rest of his creatures, this year Flare intended to get to handle them all, somehow, some way. Even decidng to wrangle that wild tall thing that ate his compost pile. What was it again? A baaaakeer? Baakir? I doesn't sound like e... Common words were hard. {Why does I sound like eye, or 'eeee'?} He finally asked his confusion on words. The creature behind him paused. {Got me. Common isn't a language for all tongues to know. That you are trying instead of that broken mouth you've got is interesting.} Flare's jaw set as he walked slowly and deliberately, lookng for clues on the location of his lost creature. 'My mouth isn't broken' Monarch, for all intents and purposes had dived into the nearest thicket of bushes he coudl find, to avoid the creature with sharp nails and an attitude worse then his own. Rude creature. Smelled off too. Like fish. And angry skies. When the skies cried and screamed BOOM and could set fire with just a white touch. 19 2.20
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Post by Flare on Feb 5, 2020 10:38:31 GMT -6
He ran his twiggy fingers through one pierced side while sitting up on his hind legs briefly. they weren't quite long enough to walk on. But he'd walked on them once, just not when. Not recent. A few drops of amberish sap were solidified beneath the green quill needles. The pierces would heal fast. He ate well and ate often, so he would be okay. Not saying for the giant who made sure there was twigs to eat and a burrow to hide. If the creature ate him... well, that sucked for him. It wasn't Monarch's first choice of what could happen, because SOME of those other creatures who he reluctantly shared spaces with -coughpacheecough- depended on him for eating and drinking, and he had that loud dog thing. So maybe, just maybe, he should make sure the creature didn't get himself killed somehow. Because the rude creature had teeth and claws and all nopes. 20 3.20
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Post by Renathan on Feb 5, 2020 20:12:46 GMT -6
What is this... picture frame- it's a work of fine art? Another of those small glass gifts has been left lying about; what is that about?
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Post by Flare on Mar 3, 2020 3:49:22 GMT -6
The creature watched the ssashirk gingerly pick the mirror up that the well had spat quite ‘at’ him. From their point of view, the mirror hummed with magic. This guy and magic just seemed to really find each other? It was so unusual. his very seams to existence sung with magical influence. Maybe that was why. He didn’t seem interested in even looking at the mirror instead picking up a smaller version, fit for a picture and another glass rose nearby. They ntook a deep breath, smelling the magic. Hm..the mirror appered to be enchanted. THis place seemed to like spitting out magical things every now and then out of that well, if the offering of thrown objects wa spleaseing enough? Not exactly making a lot of sense. Flare stared a long time at the picture frame. AtT the reflection of his own uined reptillian face. Mark 1 13.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 3, 2020 3:56:07 GMT -6
He could hear a snort of amusement from nearby. What. WHat was so funny. “I heard dragon folk were vain, but to look at your own face in not a mirro when you have a mirro is simply too much.” It chuckled, a teasing hissing oise. Dragon Fllk. That was a new thing for him. Flare’s fingers found hte finally looking less angrfy then normal spear wound less raw feeling. If he wasn’t lucky, thie body woudl’ve been missing an eye as well. His wings droop a bit. Grimacing at his reflection. “Irony.” The ssashirk glances at the creature beside him. Who is twirling a rooted piece of twiggy herb between two fingers. “Irony indeed.” “Eeeronee?” “You are what you despise most, It is irony. Karma. And I can’t help but wonder what a goody two wings liek you managed to do to... be this.” Mark 2 14.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 3, 2020 4:01:02 GMT -6
Several emotions adn words came to mind fro the ssashirk. One of them was ‘you found the her band didn’t say anything...’ but this creature really didn’t have his interest in minds. Another being sharp dislike. He never... did he mention anything to anyone? Had to thinka bout that... no. Nobody knew the whole story. About his circumstanse. Of his sheer bad luck. “Bull. That was n o bad luck. I am curious on what happenedto you. Why don’t I take this” the snakelike thing took the mirrpor suddenly and Flare was looking at his reflection in the big mirror. “Why don’t you tell big friend Loki.” The suggestion spell hit him so fast that Flare had no idea he had been initi8ally charmed. He started tot alk without even thinking about it further. Thinkfriends spell only withsuggestion. He started tot alk about his roots. Roots that nobody knew. Only him. March 3 15.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 3, 2020 4:06:22 GMT -6
Due to 2am, not translating this until later.
“I was born in Tumai, as a human. I didn’t look like the rest of the city inhabityance, too pale with my bright hair and my short leg. Coudln’t keep up wiht all hte ohter children. I was sickly to toop it off when the heat go bad. Another boy defended me from bullies when I was in primary education. He and I became best friends, and we stayed together until we entered the Tumai army core together, but had to separate. I took botanicals as my specalized study. I’ve always liked thelping with plants at home, and knew all their names for the local flora. My friend, he was bigger and stronger then I’d ever become, and entered the assassionation core as na scout. The stealth core, now that i think about it. He and i looked totally different, with his darker skin and fair hair. Looked like straw, but his eyes were black stones.” March 4 16.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 3, 2020 4:10:48 GMT -6
The aformentioned Loki leaned against a tree that burst into accelerated growth when he bumped against it. the mansion appeared to be shifting its season while the enchanted drake talked. His eyes were out of focus as he seemed to be heading back a significant portion of tiem inside his own mind. The spellwork, the double shadow... what caused it was his own curosity. It was shoddy, and patched. Like a rushed decision. But... he coudl paint a scrawny human child with a vivid hair of red and a gimp letg with paleness not unlike the Genevian desendents here in the flatlands. From his own mental image, the chaos creature looked between him and the ssashirk talking absently right ove rhis head. Not much resemblance. Was he haveing a lark at him. A laugh and pulling his leg under the spell? Unlikely. No, htis was an enchantment of suggestion, but wasn’t a truth potion or what not. March 5 17.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 3, 2020 4:15:17 GMT -6
”My friend wasn’t terribly well informeda bout the world, and what dangers laid within it, especially with other humans.. There was an assassionation a while after we were sent to our respective subcores. An attempt on the ssashirk generals life. She is known as the short snout, the ssashirkw ith a very long name I can’t remeber now. Somene tried to poison her, but she had a servent try the food first and the servant died. My friend was captured and they found the poison bottle on him. I heard from the veteran botonists a day or so later that he’d been taken under arrest for treason and assassionation attempt. It coudln’t be my friend. i didn’t believe it. He was framed. I broke him out of prison that night and gave myself up to lef my friend escape. For hes innocent. Innocent...” the drak’es words slur slightly, like its conflicted. March 6 18.20
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