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Post by Flare on Aug 20, 2020 20:20:40 GMT -6
'So it doesn't run from the first big scary fish it sees'. Huh. Flare didn't have a huge instillment of confidence with working with his own creatures. Shabh remained his 'closest bonded' animal friend. But he was a bit broke this month, and needed some supplies from the city. So when this nondescript came up while he was gardening, and inquired about if Shabh (who was snoozing in the sun) was well trained, and he mentioned unsurely that he was 'moderately' trained. He noticed the nondescript had a puppy with him. A young black and brown rakai who looked more like caramel then anything else. Caramel being a southern treat of cooked sugar blobs. His name was Percy, and the little guy apparently needed to be trained, because he literally jumped out of his owner's arms into Flare's garden, his lead trailing behind as he ran around in circles, acting almost insane. THis dog needed a walk. Seriously. August 1 5.20 x.20
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Post by Flare on Aug 20, 2020 20:51:54 GMT -6
He was to be a fishing dog, as rakai were allowed to go to the river and not be considered hazardous for the environment... or so the story went. The nondescript had a bad history with getting animals to pay attention, so they had to keep looking up trainers. And his name, Flare's name, was on the completed list for the guild challenges. 'was that even a public thing to see'? He'd pay him, 'to make sure the pup didn't run from the first scary fish it saw'. Finally, Flare agreed. The puppy seemed to like him and he could use the funds. They would agree on the price later, so the lead was passed over. It took a bit for Flare to get the pup to calm down enough so he could at least retie the lead around his neck to being around his chest. No chokeholds on you, little one. 2 6.20 x.20
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Post by Flare on Aug 20, 2020 22:41:02 GMT -6
Go out? it wasn't a 'noise of voice', but the emotion of curiosity and 'out?' came across from a sleepy Shabh. {No, I am taking this little one for a walk. Help someone.} The rakai's eye opened once, then went back to sleep. Familiar smell... hm. zzz. The nondescript mentioned the pup 'percy' had an interest in the water, but didn't trust the little one to go into the water and force them to rescue him. So he needed to keep a close eye on the creature... also that he teleported, but kept the leash on? finally, flare and percy went to the mansion. the city never seemed to be terribly busy on warmer days. Something new was going on across town every now and again, but nothing of Flare's particular interests. If it wasn't gardening, he wasn't interested, it seemed. But here he was, taking a strangers puppy for a walk. in the mansion. 3 7.20 x.20
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Post by Flare on Aug 21, 2020 22:43:26 GMT -6
Flare didn't typically frequent the mansion grounds during the time of summer. Last year, he'd been too... messed up in both mind and body to do much exploration of his new home. But with his mobility mostly restored, and such, the tumai youth chose to at least do a bit of exploring. He thrived in the heat. It was a different heat; more humid and moist as he walked down the street towards the main throughfare. Percy trotted alongside him with ease; not a practiced thing in his head, and going for the sheer fun of it. He liked goign out, and going for places that could be fun. So when he came up along the edge of the fences that separated the mansion from the outer city, the rakai sniffed at the stones that made the foundation of the wrought iron. Making it his with a practiced lift and shoot. At least he remembered to bring little baggits. 4 8.20
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Post by Flare on Aug 21, 2020 22:52:51 GMT -6
Talking to the animal seemed to ease the uneasiness of 'guiding' another's pet; seemed to take the edge off of the scenario. "Hello, Percee." he tested the name in the tongue twisting Common. The 'wuh ai' sound came a bit easier now that he wasn't talkign around conical teeth and a jaw structure not designed for speech, (in his head). Occasionally it still came out wrong, but thats what reading and rereading his going-to-be-tattered copy of Common ABC's. "Are eeu readee to go in?" Words can't describe the happy butt-wiggle that Percy managed to be doing as he finished making the fence foundation 'his' and being so proud of himself. Yes, hes so ready to go inside! And lunges forward, nearly taking his wlaker off their two legs and straining against the makeshift harness. He wanted to go! Go in! Right now1 "All right, all right." energy wasn't going to be a problem for keeping Percy going. But was there drinkable water inside the mansion in the summer? 5 9.20 4/2
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Post by Jack on Aug 22, 2020 19:08:15 GMT -6
All is as it seems, for one moment. The next, the ground is shifting - you get the sensation of standing out at sea, watching land retreat away from you. But you're not moving... are you? Your stomach turns, uneasy with the peculiar motion. By the time things have slowed to a halt and you've regained clarity, you realise that the strange experience has separated you from your pet!
[Your pet is lost! It cannot be roleplayed for the next 5 posts while you find it!]
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Post by Flare on Aug 22, 2020 21:58:14 GMT -6
The first step into the mansion made a motion that Flare noticed a moment too late. His foot crossed over to the inside of the gate and a rush of movement seemed to draw them inwards. He heard a loud yelping that rapidly grew... faint... and gone. The motions were back and forth, left and right... disturbing his movement. It may have been a kneejerk reaction, but the hum of his inner power seemed to radiate, and the sand underfoot curled up around Flare's ankles, anchoring him in place. It felt so strange, and he'd never been anywhere near a boat or a body of water so large, except the little river. Finally, the movmeent of drawing him into the magic-threaded area calmed, and the movement beneath his feet calmed. 'What was that...?' he wondered. "Not accompanied by a fish today, I see." something spoke just out of his sight. Who? 6 x.20
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Post by Flare on Aug 22, 2020 22:05:34 GMT -6
The dunes near the entrance seemed to draw his sight, as the sand released itself from around his ankles, now quiet. "And an earth-speaker. How interesting..." the figure came into view, with a slight lope to their step. Like some sort of unamiable beech goer. In a floral shirt and shorts, wearing no shoes and a big hat that covered most of its head. But those feet were rather large. and... fluffy? The foot seems to walk on the sand without problem, like the large spread of odd numbered toes distributed its weight just right. {Where is the pup.} Flare asked the stranger. He no longer had the lead in his hand and the yelping was no longer heard. Where had Percy gone. The beachgoer stranger put a khaki coffee colored finger? claw? appendage to its face, under the hat. Thinking apparently. [ I saw the pup just go poof beside you] the stranger responded back in fluent Ssakash. Well that took him by slight surprise. 7 11.20
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Post by Flare on Aug 22, 2020 22:46:42 GMT -6
... Well that wasn't a good plan. {I was told it could teleport. when frightened.} he finally admitted. [ Got caught in the maelstrom of moving from reality to unreality and the latent leylines active int he ground must've scared the little runt off. He can't get far there, earth speaker. There's plenty of room here during low tide.] the stranger shrugged. Lost pets, lost people, happened all the time in Ebbridan. [ Its not the worst thing that could've happened to him either.] they looked the tailed humanoid up and down with mild interest. The touch of the messenger clear in his connected leylines that only the magic-sensitive may train themselves to see. Of the old earth. The messengers leylines were of life and death, and the old earth used renewal, life and death. How very interesting... [ Your leylines are most unusual.] they commented offhandedly, pacing around Flare to get a good three sixty degree look at him. What, had he not seen a tailed humanoid with scales and a wooden limb before? [ I saw that little trick you did when you stepped through the portal. What taught you to do that, the 'anchor your feet with sand' thing?] they asked. Flare didn't answer immediately. {I... didn't intentionally do that.} he muttered. Some of his strange inner magic just 'did' it. {I didn't have my crutch with me...and reacted. } "Mm. I' would've steadied mahself with a stave of sandrock or what, before anchorin' my feet. Because you could've just smacked face." 8 x.20
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Post by Flare on Aug 22, 2020 22:57:46 GMT -6
{How do you summon a stave of sandrock?} the tumaian asked the beachgoer, suddenly a bit interested. The small noise of amusement and the angling of the hat, something amused this one. The hat came off, and the ears went up. Honestly, after spending over a year as a ssashirk, animal-people didn't nearly phase Flare as they could've when he was just starting into the core. The fur's color resembled deadwood, or in the case of where they were now, driftwood; a subtle mixing of browns, grays, whites, and a bit of black here and there. The clawed hands were tipped with khaki-colored nails, but with thumbish appendages deeper in the thick fur. Enormous ears, quite thin when being backluminated by the sun with dark veins, tipped with black fur. Around the eyes, the fur turned much lighter, like a pair of spectacles. The rabbit smirked openly at him, displaying the signature buck incisors, but also very sharp canines. Raising up one large foot, and stamping the ground once. 9 13.20
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Post by Flare on Aug 22, 2020 23:04:16 GMT -6
A small spear of sandrock seemed to jump into the waiting clawed hand. "Command the earth, and it will come to those it recognizes." the beachgoing rabbit told him. "Mind, this is about the extent of sand-mag I can do. Not really my elemental affinity, sand." casually dismissing the spear of sand, as it dissolved back into a pile beside them. "Go on, you try." "I've.. never called the earth. My home was much sand and rock." he seemed a bit hesitant. "Sturdy as a rock. Thats what earthspeakers are known to be." the rabbit responded. "You're very new to your power, aren't you." A guilty shifting of his posture, tail wrapping around one leg. "Its nothing to be ashamed of. All mage, even the speakers, start small. Your leylines show me the deep connection to the earth you have. With plant life. Sand is life, but crushed up. Very small." 10 14.20
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Post by Flare on Aug 22, 2020 23:24:03 GMT -6
He seemed to have lost Flare briefly in the explanation. Sturdy as a rock? How? He was lucky to not trip over his wooden limb without his staff/crutch/cane. But he could walk, although more cautiously, without it. {I do not understand.} he told the rabbit. They exhale sizably through the fluffy nose, scratching at their ears briefly. "Hm... lets start from the top. What is earth." they finally respond to him. {Earth is rock. dirt. sand. Plants. wood. life.} the tumaian says. "Eh, close. You're thinking too literal. Earth is more then just that. Earth is... stubborn. Sturdy. Enduring. Adaptable. Molding. If you ask it, it will attempt it. Typically earth and plantlife are split in the thought, but since you have a very deep leyline of working with the plants... maybe a very small amount of water manipulation... Do you understand? It isn't just about what you can see and touch with your fingers, but what earth actually 'is'. And your dog's back." Seemingly by magic, the pup came scurrying back, his lead trailing, and wild eyed. 11 15.20
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Post by Flare on Aug 22, 2020 23:30:59 GMT -6
"I am able to coax flowers from the ground? Like that?" He stooped briefly, and put his palm on the sand. A soft hum inside him. Curling his fingers a bit as Flare raised his hand slowly. Slowly. Finally something seemed to bud out of the sand as he lifted the hand away. New little leaves of beach grasses. The rabbit watched his summoning? in great curiosity. But Flare didn't immediately get up, he seemed briefly winded. "That... was hard." he muttered, confused. "Why was that so...so hard?" "Sand is coarse and moves easily." the rabbit took a small paw/handful of sand and let it sprinkle down over Flare's resting hands. "It isn't usually supporting life. Life, like a plant, needs stability." {Cactus live in sand though...} "Cactus? If you were able to pull a big cactus out of the ground, what would it look like?" the rabbit asked him. Flare had to think on that, while Percy scampered around him before taking notice of the rabbit. Something wasn't right. begin accept scary sights 12 16.20
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Post by Flare on Aug 24, 2020 17:11:52 GMT -6
{There would be roots. Very deep roots.} he considered briefly. But... {No... cactus roots are very shallow. They collect water more from when it rains, but not as much off the water beneath the desert.} The rabbit smiled, and sharp teeth shouldn't accompany buck teeth. Its just terrifying. "Very good. You know your plantlife." A bit of color tipped Flare's ears beneath his hair. "Yes, cactus spread their roots long and shallow to collect the rain more immediately. They save the water inside for over time consumption. The earth absorbs water and it draws deep through the stones to meet into a reservoir beneath. You could say that all people are able to absorb magic like the water. does." Percy wasn't a stupid animal; rakai by design had magic pulsing through their veins. So he could sense innate magic. This creature with big ears and big feet and short fur and bright colors halfway up between head and hind legs SCREAMED at him. His ears flattened and the pup backed up a step or two. 13 17.20
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Post by Flare on Sept 1, 2020 19:03:48 GMT -6
"But just like water, sand is able to escape the grip. Take care in trying to tame the sand, because it is just as dangerous as it is interesting. I'm sure you understand that quite well, desert kin." He nods. Sandstorms were no joke, and the sand swimmers fortold to be out in the desert, waiting to devour the unlucky caravan or explorer at the wrong place adn time. "I do believe your companion dog is afraid of me." the rabbit stooped on one knee, his big furry face up in Percy's small one. He gave a shrill yip and tummbled backwards into Flare's legs. Scrambling up and behind him. The rabbit beachgoer gave a big bellied chuckle. "Poor pup. I don't think he's seen something he'd usually take for a snack at people size." Vaguely, Flare shook his head. This rabbit gave him the willies, and maybe it was the sharp teeth. {He won't hurt you...'I don't think'} he told the pup. 14 18.20
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