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Post by Darky on Sept 28, 2019 8:06:46 GMT -6
Even some of the trees didn’t seem to bear fruit, which seemed strange at first, until the mammalian got close enough to spot some yellowish round structures between the thick of the canopy. Those she knew and promptly decided to leave well alone. The bees’ time at the dawn of winter was hard enough, they hardly needed her to go around poking them.
For Bilious his new obsession seemed to be with the ground, and specifically in the noise it made. The leaves covering it weren’t exactly ‘fresh’, for they were yellow and orange, crinkled and dry, but given this was the Mansion they might as well have just fallen and immediately turned dry, for the Mansion had its Laws, and aesthetic was key. If one wanted to walk through a pile of fresh green leaves they could do so any time in the summer. As this was fall, however, the only true leaves had to be dead and crinkly.
At least, that’s what the mammalian had come to suppose, from a few years’ worth of experience.
(11) September
Darky: 51
Bilious: 22 (1/5) / 49 (2/5)
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Post by Darky on Sept 28, 2019 8:07:12 GMT -6
The equillion prances and jumped on and around the larger piles, enjoying the sound they made as if the leaves themselves were some sort of squeaky toys. There was delight in the act and the mammalian had to appreciate the sight, though there was a weird undertone to it that she couldn’t exactly place.
He ran around the bushes and rolled on the dry grass, tried to eat the leaves only to spit them back out and finally pranced under the very trees themselves. One of the trees, the one with the yellow round formation, seemed to get angry at him for it and Bilious suddenly stopped, ears and eyes pointed forward at the strange buzzing lump.
Gears worked their way around in his head and a full ten seconds passed before the equillion shrunk back a little, almost apologetic in his retreat.
Bilious may not have been the sharpest tool in the shed, but that didn’t mean he didn’t recognize a more instinctual threat when he saw one. Bees were just Like That.
(12) September
Darky: 52
Bilious: 22 (2/5) / 49 (4/5)
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Post by Darky on Sept 28, 2019 8:07:37 GMT -6
When he recovered and bounded off towards the burrows and fallows, the mammalian watched after him, smiling. Something ‘ping’ed inside her for a second and she paused, brow craning, before tentatively dismissing it. The connection to the others in her care was sometimes stronger than anticipated and even a good distance away certain emotions could be transmitted. Such stray emotions were uncommon, but not unheard of.
It didn’t occur to her at the time the source could be so much more closer.
While the equillion went off to inspect the fields, she stuck to the bushes for a little longer, trying out different berries and even some of the nuts that grew on them. Half of these she had no idea what they were, a fact which, normally, one wouldn’t simply accept and then still eat the strange potentially-poisonous berry. However, given the theme was harvest and the concept of food was very evident in the area she suspected everything in the yard to also be still in the ‘edible’ category.
(13) September
Darky: 53
Bilious: 22 (3/5) / 50 (1/5)
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Post by Darky on Sept 28, 2019 8:08:08 GMT -6
Parting a blackcurrant bush, a sudden splash of colour caught her eye. A bit of orange and pink in the otherwise grey-blue berry bush with its deep green leaves. Reaching for it, she picked it up and felt glass under her fingers. A bottle of some kind? The shape was weird, but the liquid inside seemed weirder.
‘Edible’, she reminded herself of what harvest was supposed to mean, but looking at how the bottle looked like it was shaped like a bug, suspicions crept in. After all, depending on what part of the world you’re in, there’s a whole range of things that can be considered ‘edible’ and yet still be disgusting.
The sound of hooves crunching dry leave nearby made her consider a thought for a moment. If it was fruit-based liquid, he’d probably like it. But if it was sour liquid, then.. not so much. Ultimately she just stashed it into the bag. Tasting can be tried later.
(14) September
Darky: 54
Bilious: 22 (4/5) / 50 (3/5)
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Post by Darky on Sept 28, 2019 8:08:36 GMT -6
By and by the mammalian caught up with the equillion near the fields, some of which sad fallow, others were stacked row upon row of different kinds of vegetables. Vegetables, ones that grew in the ground and weren’t just straight up roots, were also something the desert tribes didn’t really encounter much. And these ones, as Bilious found out when he attempted to eat some of the green leaves poking out of the ground only to accidentally uproot and entire carrot, seemed to share in that tendency to be extremely brightly coloured.
“Easy with that,” she minded him with a smile, “You eat too much and all this running around will make up feel sick.” It wasn’t likely Bilious would have much cared even if he had understood, for living in the moment was what he did best.
But, taking the cue, he dutifully spat the carrot back out, spluttering some water on top of it, as if it would fix it. Weird, until Darky remembered he might have seen her water plants at the farm before, and may have assumed that was a way to ‘fix’ them.
(15) September
Darky: 55
Bilious: 23 (0/5) / 51 (0/5)
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Post by Jack on Sept 28, 2019 8:43:06 GMT -6
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Post by Darky on Sept 29, 2019 14:24:20 GMT -6
But then again, he wasn’t entirely wrong either. Much of the fall, at least here in the Mansion, was all about dryness - dry trees, dry leaves, dry ground. If one were to, for but a moment, ignore the fact all of it was an arcane concoction of whomever controlled the Mansion (if it indeed even had a master), then that was fairly poor garden-keeping. Even the mammalian, limited her knowledge of plants and gardening as it was, knew the most essential component to them was water.
“You know what?” she folded her arms, brows raising, “Keep going, spirits know the place could use a watering. Just make sure you don’t shoot so strong as to break the leaves.”
Bilious perked up, excitement growing and immediately got to work, spitting water all over the burrows around him, even the walk path in between for good measure (or simply a lack of ability to make a distinction).
(16) September
Darky: 56
Bilious: 23 (1/5) / 51 (2/5)
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Post by Darky on Sept 29, 2019 14:24:56 GMT -6
It would have been a heartbreaking sight to most gardeners, the gusto at which he took to the idea, and amusing to watch for any other bystander, to see a large pale-coated equillion hop around from furrow to furrow, squirting water from his mouth like a small little spritz machine.
Except the mammalian stood there with a sudden look of utter confusion and a furrowed brow. That.. wasn’t supposed to work. The equillion wasn’t supposed to just.. up and do what she said. That was, sure, things he was trained, yes. With those there was a certain degree of expectation to follow relevant commands and orders. It was all part of the package and sometimes even purpose of training.
But not just randomly out of the blue with no teaching or.. or even a connection of some sort. Quickly, her head snapped around to stare at her tail - counting out the three ribbons there, as usual - before looking back at the prancing equillion.
(17) September
Darky: 57
Bilious: 23 (2/5) / 51 (4/5)
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Post by Darky on Sept 29, 2019 14:25:36 GMT -6
There was still a direct line to Nightmare, if she ever needed it, and while Bilious was her mate, Nightmare herself had no direct line to him. The tat-lung were definitely out as well. Something shifted in her, a sudden excitement growing about the prospect of a new kind of puzzle..
Wait, what? Darky paused, shaking her head and scratching the middle of her chest. Excitement? Sure, puzzles were nice and all, but this was far stronger an emotion than the usual fare. And then, she stared ahead, stock-still, as it hit her.
Emotion. Right. It was a stronger sense of excitement because it wasn’t hers to begin with. She looked out over the fields to where the equillion was dead-set of watering a thistle bush, and felt the see-saw of turmoil that had been brewing just beneath her subconscious level. There, but not overpowering her own emotions, hiding in plain sight but being so polite as to go unnoticed.
(18) September
Darky: 58
Bilious: 23 (3/5) / 52 (1/5)
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Post by Darky on Sept 29, 2019 14:26:14 GMT -6
Bilious was excited, because watering was something he seemed to enjoy doing (and, well, anything having to do with water was a bonus in his book), hence the higher concentration of said emotion. But the thistle bush was thorny and pokey and he couldn’t quite get to the roots to spit water at it, so there was also a small amount of amiable frustration, as if pleading for the bush to be friendlier.
Darky had to admit, that of all the creatures she’d so far made the connection with, Bilious’ had to have been the strangest. But then, what else was new? Even in his emotions, whether he was aware of it or doing so subconsciously, he was keeping his empathic line nice and filtered, only letting out the nice things. The tat-lung tended to try that as well, though results were mixed with Detritus, depending on his state of mind.
Spirits on high knew, though, she could but pray the sarane would ever consider doing that too.
(19) September
Darky: 59
Bilious: 23 (4/5) / 52 (3/5)
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Post by Darky on Sept 29, 2019 14:26:52 GMT -6
So, that was a bit of a revelation, though as far as weird things went, the Mansion was probably the place to have them. Darky picked up her pace, lightly jogging down the field rows as to catch up to the equillion, who was off again to try his hand at watering some of the pumpkins.
She stumbled briefly and then stopped a short ways from reaching the equillion, though, as something caught her eye - near a rather expansive rhubarb patch was a spot of light, a torch stuck in the ground, and next to it a small little creature, shying away from the flame. The sphinx changed directions and headed over, pulling the torch out of the ground. “There you go, little thing.” she smiled, “All clear now.” The little patchwork creatures were familiar to her, the harvest month was often filled with them.
The wheffegy shuffled something in reply, lacking a voice but imitating the ability to, before bouncing away from the rhubarb.
(20) September
Darky: 60 - (added)
Bilious: 24 (0/5) / 53 (0/5)
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Post by Renathan on Sept 29, 2019 14:57:53 GMT -6
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Post by Darky on Aug 11, 2021 0:57:50 GMT -6
The pitter-patter of paws had a distinctly strong sub-sound of 'clatter' to go with it, as the young gallor stormed its way through the room like an armored roomba set on chasing a very persistent dustmite. He skid around the corner with a heavy dosage of claws being dug into the floorboards, before continuing the chase in the other side of the little cabana, while the mammalian was inspecting some shelves. Where many owners might have been considerably more concerned for their young creatures, she'd since learned that Ander was a tougher nugget than most, what with being basically covered in plates. (Plus, it didn't help matters that his own perceived toughness only added to the general recklessness already inherent in the young one).
There was a light tap against her cheek and she carefully turned her head towards her shoulder, "What?" The harachiu sitting camped there was making sour faces, pointing towards the other end of the room. Darky's eyes followed, though she tried to avoid an instinctual shrug, "He's fine, he's just full of energy. We haven't been out and about in a while." A sudden clatter and a clash from around the corner quickly followed, as a coconut bowl slowly rolled out into view and fell to the middle of the floor. "..." she exchanged a glance towards Noari, "Well.. mostly fine."
(1) August
Darky: 1
Noari: 0 (1/5) / 0 (1/5)
Ander: 30 (1/5) / 32 (1/5) |
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Post by Darky on Aug 11, 2021 1:20:36 GMT -6
The mammalian put back the round glass sphere she had been looking at and moved towards the bowl on the floor, picking it up and peering around the corner. Not surprisingly, the gallor was turned up-side-down in a pile of netting and empty wooden crates, with one little side-table knocked over. Seems the bowl had included some form of snacks, although all of those were now scattered across the floor as well. The yellow eyes peering back from the middle of the mess were filled with sparkly joy, though, as Ander chriped back at her, trying to right himself.
"Hold on, hold on," the sphinx sighed, rushing over to untangle him from the netting as much as possible. "You'll only make it worse if you keep wiggling like that." Noari hopped lightly from her shoulder to the remains of the upturned side table, landing on one of the skyward legs and simply folded his arms. He wasn't mean-spirited by nature, but they had not been in the manor 10 minutes and already the gallor seemed to be damaging to several types of calms. He was used to hanging around Fhèr, sure, but even the yang's chaotic antics weren't quite so reckless as this.. plate-covered bundle of fur and awkward feather fluff.
(2) August
Darky: 2
Noari: 0 (2/5) / 0 (2/5)
Ander: 30 (2/5) / 32 (2/5)
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Post by Darky on Aug 11, 2021 1:32:14 GMT -6
All in all, he had decided he doesn't much like this bundle of excess energy, although the full extent of those reasons weren't necessarily as clear, part 'this is why', part 'gut just says no'. With a groan, he hopped from table leg to the window ledge above the struggling gallor and proceeded to march along it back and forth until the other two got things sorted. It took a little longer than it should have, largely in part since some of the netting kept getting stuck on Ander's plates and burgeoning spikes. They weren't sharp enough to do much yet, but they did provide convenient bumps and snags for strings to latch behind.
Eventually, though, the sphinx managed to free the gallor, who tumbled forward in a roll, landing on his feet with a whump, shook his head in a rattling motion and then looked up to her with a cheerful chirp. "There we go," the sphinx smiled at him, "Now try to keep clear of trouble." as she picked him up and put him down back on his feet. Ander stared at her for a few seconds longer, before the motion of sunlight across the floor caught his attention and he bolted after it.
(3) August
Darky: 3
Noari: 0 (3/5) / 0 (3/5)
Ander: 30 (3/5) / 32 (3/5)
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