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Post by Flare on Apr 12, 2020 13:32:11 GMT -6
The specters or whomever controlled them seemed to lose their nerve after a bit as the creatures just phased into mist and vanished, with sounds of party poppers in the distance. The humanish and his hound didn't relax until the damn creatures were completely gone. Leaving only a tiny rubber snake and a bottle with a note inside at their feet. The adrenaline that ran through him crashed without warning and Flare found himself on his butt, exhausted. and sitting on his tail, which hat to hurt like hell. He found himself accompanied by Shabh who also sat down a bit hard, his look reminesent of a kicked puppy. His wing tips brush over Flare's back, almost like making s ure he was still there. No need of me now. I go. the thornling seemed to wiggle its way back into the cracked earth, which looked like it literally zipped back up. No zipper seen though. What's a zipper anyhow. April 16 3.20
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Post by Flare on Apr 12, 2020 14:01:28 GMT -6
A shuffling as Flare dug into his poofy pants for his treat capsule, finding three. Offering one out to Shabh, who took a moment to notice it, then slobberily eat it. {Brave boy. Good boy. Good Shabh.} he praises the animal as he eats one the meat treats himself, cracking the shell with his teeth. Ah, to grind and to chew again, a lost desire as he enjoyed the treat too. Maybe he could break open a few and mix it with rice or something with yogurt mix. Or just buy meat. They just sit there for a while, practically leaning against each other, until Flare HAS to move and not snap his spine by sitting on his tail. After this, he wasn't quite sure whether or not the two of them should continue any further. A bit braver Shabh may be, but for all the tumaian knew, it was adrenaline based bravery and fear. april 17 4.20
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Post by Flare on Apr 12, 2020 14:08:29 GMT -6
{We should not stay here too long. More things may come out.} he mutters more to himself then out loud as Shabh has no clue what he's saying. A short woof of noise, probably a note of ... acknowledgment of his alpha's voice? No idea. His own perception wasn't terrific but both of them could see quite well in the dark. Which posed an advantage of prowling this place at night. Was it even night in here? With the world bright like daylight, he couldn't quite tell. Looking up and shielding his eyes, Flare did see the sun. No stars, it was normal at least above their heads... except the sun had a face. A rather ugly pointed face and it was doing a 'huh huh ha hah huh' laugh, think Soul Eater here. Big creepy mouth. If he still had fin ears, they'd be flat to his skull. Any volume in his stingy mane of hair flattened out in mild shock. april 18 5.20
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Post by Flare on Apr 12, 2020 14:13:05 GMT -6
Angling his head slightly to the side, Shabh noticed his alpha's flat muzzle pointed upwards, and looked up himself. The look of the sun with a face didn't... click on being off. A big bright ball of bright above his head. But there was a smell of fear on his alpha, so it must be bad, right? Getting up on all fours, Shabh looks up at the ball of light and barks. Growling and rattling his wings aggressively. It didn't look like a threat... {No Shabh.} He pats the rakai's scaled shoulder once. {Thats enough.} Huh? Confused, the rakai stops barking long enough to look at him. Why stop? Bad thing make alpha scared. But the scared smell is now passive smell. {Just surprised.} It took an attempt or two for Flare to find his balance to get up. Sure, his wooden limb could get him up with no issue, but his regular leg wasn't terribly strong. april 19 6.20
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Post by Flare on Apr 12, 2020 14:20:34 GMT -6
{Lets go. Follow close.} Once he had his legs beneath him again instead of in front or crouched, Flare decided it was time to leave. Giving himself nightmares or Shabh a bad case of paranoia wasn't his intention, and this crazy house clearly wasn't safe right now. Faelot seemed much safer to come hunting here. Or examining. Perhaps even during the harvest month. Goodbye crazy corkscrew-shaped house of tricks and noise and specters and ghosts. Shabh trotted away just once as he was turning to leave, and that was to make use of a very inconvenient tree to do his business, and kick some dirt over it. He didn't like this place very much. It smelled too much like broken toys and popped squeakers. Popped squeakers who dont' squeak smell off. Like bad taste. As they left, another pair of balloons popped practically right behind them. but this time, it wasn't nearly as scary. If anything, the ends of the burst string started to sizzle and wither up?! WTH?! Insert canine smirk. april 20 -fin- 7.20 31/39 Shabh
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Post by Renathan on Apr 12, 2020 17:32:26 GMT -6
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Post by Flare on Jun 21, 2020 21:42:26 GMT -6
All he wanted to do... was get away. To get away from the pressure that came from whatever was getting on his nerves. Perhaps it was singularly going to a near total stranger to talk out his problems. That his canine companion, the dragon hound had developed some strange sense of his emotions when nearby. And adding more pachee to his growing pride. Too much. Too many, too... SOMETHING. All he managed to snag was the coiled up rope that used to make Shabh's harness (he'd since outgrown it finally), the treats were still rolling around in their capsule in his bag, and some stuffed sheets of paper from a discarded book. The book was blank. Blank and empty and he'd originally had it for making plant notes. But nothing had come to him recently. The unease built up and up, like piling on melts over a hardened portion of wax. But it reached peak. may 1 lv 76 4.20
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Post by Flare on Jul 2, 2020 23:15:51 GMT -6
"We have a winner!" A few heads turned and gave polite applause for whomever had just 'won'. To celebrate the solstice and the coming of Varash's month of the sea, a human man one day set up a pop up booth with a fishing game. Five credits for three chances. Armed with a tiny flat net of paper and his determination, Flare had to catch a goldfish. The man had a very smug expression, he'd made at least a hundred credits off the local suckers. But this kid seemed to be following the fish like some sort of animal. A diving scoop, and the floating white bowl had a flopping goldfish inside. "Good reflexes. Come back next year to try your luck again! Here's your prize." The man chortled, handing a plastic sack full of water to Flare. Inside was a single, round, brown fish. It blinked at him with big brown eyes. lv 76 5.20 July 1
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Post by Flare on Jul 2, 2020 23:19:47 GMT -6
"Gold fish?" He gestured at the bag with a confused expression. This wasn't gold... "Aha, that's a very special goldfish my friend. This here is a bonafide Rainbow Factory Shubunkin goldfish. Take good care of the little one and they'll become something super special as they grow up. I hear no two Shus are the same." The last part the man looked both ways before leaning in and whispering to him. The fish didn't look that impressive to Flare, but he'd never owned a pet in his life prior to being here in town. "There's some pools out around the Mansion to give the little thing some swimming practice." someone told him. "Varash makes the mansion outside the city his own personal beach for the next few months. Its super popular to start taking water bound or water elemented creatures out for their monthly stroll." But fish couldn't walk... The brown fish regarded the winner of the rigged game. 6.20 July 2
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Post by Flare on Jul 3, 2020 9:40:38 GMT -6
Who would've guessed that a goldfish could be so fancy, even though it wasn't fancy at all. As he walked away from the booth, a handful more people ran up, seeking to score a cheap fish. Looking back over his shoulder, the earth elementalized youth heard the common quarreling over the flimsy nets. Well yes, they 'were' flimsy. {They won't catch another fish with those nets.} he told the fish, holding the sack up to his face. The little goldfish did a sideways roll underwater, almost like a shrug. {I've never fished in my life. But waiting and listening... it paid off.} Thinking about it, he sidestepped out to the grass surrounding the open common area, and picked a piece of weeds. Holding it in his hand, he focuses on it... and a few sunny yellow flowers popped out of the weed. The big brown eyes of the goldfish have a sheen to them, like they are surprised. july 3 7.20
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Post by Flare on Jul 3, 2020 9:48:13 GMT -6
Was that a bit of a darker flush around its under eye? It twisted around in a circle, trying to hide behind its tiny fins briefly. How unusual. Was it... embarrassed? {Fish don't get flowers from their owners, do they.} he asked the fish. There was a pillar nearby, and Flare headed for that, as he headed out of town, resting the bag on the pillar and undoing the opening. Regarding the bloomed dandelions in his hand, then breaking up a few of the leaves to scatter on the water. The goldfish darted to the surface of the water, snatching the leaves off the water, and chewing them up. Did fish eat leaves? {Did that man ever feed you...} he asked himself, snapping one of the flower stems off the main plant to scatter the green stem on the water as well. Just like the leaves, the little fish darted up, and devoured the food. Mmm, leaves. Stems... july 4 8.20
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Post by Flare on Jul 3, 2020 9:57:41 GMT -6
He didn't have any place to keep a goldfish in the garden. There wasn't enough space. Perhaps he could find a place to let it swim about. But he'd need his net to get it back? Flare dropped the blossom into the bag and tied it back up. {I want to find you some space to swim and stretch your fins} He told the fish. {First, I need to head home.} Just what he did. Getting his net, an actual net that could catch a fish, and putting it on his back or his bag, and making sure the ties on the fish's bag were nice and tight. Fish and elemental looked up at the mansion as they approached. From the outside, nothing different. Just a house, and wrought iron gates. But something felt almost... liek passing through a barrier as he entered the gates, because there was suddenly lots of ocean. july 5 9.20
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Post by Jack on Jul 3, 2020 10:02:42 GMT -6
Just one little shell in the sand.
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Post by Flare on Jul 3, 2020 12:56:21 GMT -6
It was not a surprise for him by now to step over the edge of the iron gates entrance and into the sand. The house seemed to twist itself up into a tower in front of them, no longer of stone and wood and glass, but an imposing twisted tower of wood. Weathered and splintered, but not in the least bit scary looking. Intimidating in terms of height, maybe. The goldfish pressed upwards towards the top of the bag, craning itself to try and see up up up! How big! A sideways glance found the red one taking their fin flaps off and standing bare in the sand. The sand here had a different feel then what he'd experienced all his life in the desert. What was this sand made of? Shells? rocks? He wiggled his normal toes in the sand, a bit rougher then he was used to. july 6 10.20
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Post by Flare on Jul 3, 2020 13:28:05 GMT -6
'Its kind of difficult to walk on sand.' Flare figured as he took a step, and had to stop. His wooden limb sunk a lot deeper into the sand then his normal foot. It shifted and spread under his feet. Hm... Pulling his wooden limb up out of the sand, Flare gave a thought on how he wanted this to go. To walk on the sand like walking on dirt. Normal. Carefully, the foot is placed upon the sand, and he puts weight on it, fully prepared to sink again. But the sand seems to harden now, and he stepped up out of the sand to stand atop it. Like a very crusted sand. Huh... A vague hum from inside... perhaps he was making use of his power. The bag jiggled adn wiggled when the red one stumbled a bit. The goldfish hadn't seen outside of their bag, not ever. This was a first. july 7 11.20
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