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Post by Flare on Sept 2, 2019 11:36:39 GMT -6
Someone had to be playing a trick on him. That chaos creature perhaps. Being invisible and messing around with the crutch he spent hours shaving off the bark for something he made with his own two hands and one scale. Because what he had now was more of a staff then a cane or a crutch. Seemed relatively sturdy. Ill at ease of this, Flare had to practice walking with a staff instead of having something fitted under his arm. The gnarled end of the handle almost seemed to curl in on his fingers a bit as he slowly circled his own little plot. And then noticed the bundle of chewed up fur that peered at him curiously over the little gate. Standing up on her tippy toes was the orbaru dropped on his doorstep last month. She watched him hobble around the garden; once, twice, what comes after twice? Orbaru didn't count, nor know how to count. He glanced at her; the big predator who smelled of predator food. 1 1.5/13.20
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Post by Flare on Sept 2, 2019 11:43:56 GMT -6
The drake noticed her big sad eyes as he practiced 'walking'. The orbaru's mussed up fur had less muss, she must've been spending a lot of time grooming herself. That wouldn't make up for the scabs of the bites and scratches that she got with being mobbed by those strays. She'd been stitched up and such with the help of those who were seeking the strays, and perhaps they finally got captured as a result. He'd found this odd 'charm' attached to a little sateen bag on his garden gate, thanking him for his help on tracking the stray colony, that this would let him do an extra breeding at the breeding center, should he get the itch to breed his orbaru or the pachee again. Not terribly likely until they learned to listen to him. The drake had not a 'training-mind' bone in his body, so teaching a creature about the size of a cat to mind... ha. "Ey, its the dragon man with the plan!" oh no. 2 2.5/14.20
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Post by Flare on Sept 2, 2019 11:50:55 GMT -6
The Warden came ambling down the path towards his gate when Flare looked back and over in that direction, but he wasn't alone this time. The garbed mammalian was leading the... weirdest looking thing he'd ever seen in his life. Ancient and stooped, practically garbed in white curls of hair. Fur. Couldn't tell. Moving spryly for something holding a cane, hopping forth with one leg raised off the ground, and... holding it with a hoof? Flare's attention held more to how the old hoofed thing was moving, but nearly half his height. It raised its head, milky white eyes staring ahead of it. "IS THIS WHO YOU WERE TELLING ME ABOUT DEARIE?!" the old creature asked loudly. Sniffing the air with a distinctly herdbeast shaped nose. Looked like a herdbeast to him, on... three legs. "YOOHOO, DRAGON MAN!" "He doesn't speak Common well Crannie." the warden warned her to one flopped white ear. "I can translate if you want me to." {I speak "Tumai"} the drake responded, turning himself around and ambling over at a quarter of the speed they had come to him. The orbaru chirped at him, trying to seek something. But they were distracted. 3 3.5/15.20
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Post by Flare on Sept 2, 2019 11:57:50 GMT -6
The goatlike thing lifted its hoof off the warden's offered arm, raising one ear off its head when the drake spoke. He repeated his words. Then it started cackling. {TUMAI, HAVEN'T HEARD THAT DIALECT IN YEARS! WELL, YOU DO SOUND LIKE A SEASONED TRAVELER.} Flare's ear flaps flared with embarrassment. {Nothing of the sort m-ma'am. I am a humble gardener, but I have... traveled here from Tumai. yes.} he looks at his mismatched feet, practically eating his words at the finding of someone who could speak his language that didn't need blasted Ssakash. "YOU'LL DO JUST FINE. WARDS HERE TOLD ME YOU COULD HELP ME FIND MY CRYSTAL CLUSTER.} she practically shouted at him. "I GROW BONSAI AROUND CRYSTAL CLUSTERS, SEE. BIG GIANT NYSSA TOOK MY FAVORITE ONE, AND UPPED OFF TO THE ABANDONED GARDEN CLAIMS AROUND HERE. I NEED A STOUT BACK, A GOOD NOSE, AND A WAY WITH THE TREES TO TAKE THE CRYSTAL BACK FROM THE BRUTE.} {What...is a nyssa?} he asked. He could hear little claws scrabbling on the gate. That orbaru must be wanting out or something. 4 5.5 lv up/16.20
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Post by Flare on Sept 2, 2019 15:39:07 GMT -6
He repeated the question to the warden in his best attempt at common. "What is neessa?" The variety of expressions that crossed the warden's face as he opened his mouth to answer, thought about it, made a 'eugh' look, then closed his mouth again and lowered his hands. How to best explain this... {WALKING TREES, DEARIE.} Aforementioned Crannie cackled, smacking a hoof against her thigh. {BIG CREATURES, THESE WALKING TREES. MOSTLY OAK RELATED, HAVEN'T SEEN AN EVERGREEN YET THOUGH.} At first Flare didn't believe he heard the old goat...person? properly. Trees don't walk. do they? The goat creature tilted her head slightly, raising one ear off the head slightly. {IS THAT AN ORBARU I HEAR?!" she called out loudly. The scrabbling on the gate promptly halted. Caught in the act? "DON'T BE SHY SWEETUMS, COME TO GRANNY CRANNIE." She stoops further then normal, offering out a hoof, holding a berry pressed against the footpads, hidden from view. The silky peered up over the fence again. She could get over this, no problem. The paws disappear temporarily, then the orbaru makes a running leap, and practically vaults the gate. Oh crap. 5 5.5 lv up 17.20
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Post by Flare on Sept 3, 2019 5:56:41 GMT -6
Flare didn't know what to think when he saw the orbaru escapee simply vault the gate like that. If this would be a frequent issue, he might have a problem. Leaning on his new staff somewhat, he almost stooped to catch her as she toddled on by- {DON'T YOU TOUCH THAT ORBARU DEARIE, LET ME FIRST.} Crannie bleated at him suddenly. She clicks her tongue and coaxes the curious silky in her direction. {Orbaru are highly misunderstood creatures.} she quieted her voice somewhat. {Not as stupid and simplistic as those LABS believe." she mutters. The drake paused, listening to the old goat. Next to her, the Warden is totally lost in the Tumai-exclusive conversation going on between the dragon man and the goat granny. He wants to put in a few words, really. But no thanks to anything or anyone but himself, he has no grasp of the language of the nomads, of the desert city. {Have you raised orbaru before, uh, Crannie?} Flare asks, his curiosity piqued. 6 18.20
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Post by Flare on Sept 3, 2019 6:03:34 GMT -6
Aforementioned old Crannie smacks her lips a bit as she thinks over her answer. {Yes dearie, I have dabbled in the past. I don't move so well to catch the little babies anymore; they've grown swift and I am slowing.} Her milky gaze appears a bit whistful, waiting on the little toddling footsteps... aha, there it was. A soft little paw pawing at her hoof, a soft little nose sniffing around for the treat. "THERE YOU ARE BABY." she offers out the berry, and the little female takes it, a little unsure of the giant with all the HAIR. But she has food, can't be that bad... right? She freezes though when a hoofed hand brushes lightly over her ears, her head, her back, her tail, and briefly her paws. {This little baby has been in a fight recently. Tell me dearie, what happened to your orbaru?} Flare told her; about the initial dropoff on his garden step, the escape, the dominating attempt of pulling on a wild orbaru's ears, the posse's ambush, being attacked himself and the female orbaru also throughly bullied, and the collected result of being stitched up by the worst vet he'd ever encountered. 7 19.20
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Post by Flare on Sept 3, 2019 6:09:30 GMT -6
{I have no idea of how to care for her, other then what the helper at that vet told me.} Flare finally finished, his ear flaps heating up again with embarrassment. The old goat smacks her lips again, twisting her hoof-hand to give the silky female a bit of a scratch under the jaw. The silky leans into the motion, practically purring. She LIKED this. {Most of what roams my garden is able to feed itself; and I don't move...fast...myself. I'm unsure of how to care for her properly.} {Care for your orbaru as you would a cat, dearie. That's how my NaNa taught me as a kid, and she by her mother. Our herd mostly kept lighter colored orbaru, with short fur to avoid overheat. This little darling has quite long fur, so she'll never be interested, or able, to swim.} She could imagine the dragon man? before her as the warden described repeating her words without sound, of an orbaru being able to swim in the first place. 8 20.20 lv 43 flare
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Post by Flare on Sept 3, 2019 6:19:55 GMT -6
She goes on to describe fur care for the longer furred orbaru, including shampoo, a number of different brushes for grooming, and a few tips of how to particularly get her to mind proper. {See where I'm scratching under her chin dearie, she appears to much enjoy the attention. Also.} From out of her white curls (is there a satchel in there someplace?) the goat granny brings out a plush in the shape of an orbaru. {Give this to her. From what you tell me of her actions, she has lived in an environment where...eh... she's had no learnings of dominance in a group. A bully who got bullied in return by strangers. Her image of dominance is shattered and it will stress her out. This may help ease the behavior of ear pulling, as you described.} Flare turns the plush over in his hands. Its a well crafted dolly, and a perfect size for orbaru. {I wouldn't offer it right now dearie, I need you to find that crystal cluster first.} Oh right right right. He hobbles away briefly and puts the plush in his box for another time. The one he kept all those toys in. Oh, the scritches. Old lady had good scritches. The silky female's foot does that happy tapping motion, like a rabbit. 9 1.20
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Post by Flare on Sept 3, 2019 6:33:00 GMT -6
Flare had more to tell her about the orbaru but she was right, he had been given a job to do. And there was a large expanse of abandoned garden to search. He thanked Crannie, nodded to the warden and hobbled to the gate to open it and let himself out. {The orbaru has a box that's her spot under the tent beside the garden.} He informs the old goat granny. {When she gets tired, the warden can guide you over there to put her back to bed.} He was gone after that. Crannie smacks her lips again, her other hoof feeling the crop circles in the silky's long fur, the healing amount of stitches; she'd definitely been mobbed by other orbaru; the stitches in her ear were very thick. Bitten. Poor little thing. She offers the silky another berry, and starts a loud conversation with the warden. The warden just wants to lead the old lady back out of the gardens and go back to his hut, but he's kind of stuck there because she wasn't able to see. What an expanse. No wonder she'd have a hard time looking for this walking tree. Whole place was nothing but bushes and trees! 10 2.20/5.5 lv up
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Post by Renathan on Sept 3, 2019 11:10:35 GMT -6
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