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Post by Ashe on Dec 16, 2017 6:47:41 GMT -6
... This is where Drake Sarane training will take place. The range for this training ground include the Equillion corral, a meadow with a hill at one end, and a stream that cuts through it.
Misc Training Hen Training Drake Training -- Trod Area Equillion Corral
Currently training:
Name: Hobgoblin Level: 12 Loyalty: 12
TP: 5/12
[Training List]
[Battle] [X] Bite (2) ("Nagen") [] Crunch (3) ("Mordre") [] Danger Sense - 10 [] Dash - 3 ("Azkar!") [] Endurance (4) [] Gash (3) [] Hardy - 5 [] Intimidation - 7 [] Maul (4) [X] No Bites (3) ("Ah") [] Pounce - 5 ("Matar") [] Rend (3) ("Zerstört") [] Shred (6) [] Stalk - 3 ("Gizli") [X] Struggle (0) ("Kampf") [X] Tack Up (1) [] Tail Strike (3) [X] Tolerance (2) [] Vice Grip (3) [] Wing Buff (3)
TP Used: 0
[Mount] [] Carry Rider (2) [] Go (1) [] Speeds (1) [] Stop (1) [] Tack Up (1) [] Turns (1)
TP used:
[Flight] [] Fly (3) ("Volar!") [] Land ("Arazi") (1)
Tp used:
[Misc]
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------------------------------------------------------------------ This thread combines Blitzkrieg and Fafnir'sCurrently training:Name: Ghidorah Level: 55.2 Loyalty: 55.2 TP: 42/55 [Training List] Battle Prep[X] Call Lightning (10) ("Blitz!") [X] Crunch (3) ("Mordre") [X] Danger Sense (10) [X] Fly (3) ("Volar!") [X] Hardy (5) [] Intimidation (7) [X] Pounce (5) ("Matar") [] Struggle (0) [X] Thunder (4) ("dröhnen") [] Wing Buff (3) TP used: 30 Flying Mount prep[] Carry Rider (2) [] Go (1) [] Land ("Arazi") (1) [] Speeds (1) [] Stop (1) [X] Tack Up (1) [] Turns (1) TP used: 1 Misc Training[X] Stay (1) [] Rend (3) ("Zerstört") [] Shred (6) TP used: 1 Ghidorah stopped in his tracks at the sudden command. He looked at Ashe, startled. The man was quick to reward the Sarane for staying in place, offering him a little treat instead. "Stay there. That's a good boy. Stay." He watched the Sarane chew the treat and swallow. Ashe expected him to look at the treat on the ground, but instead he looked right back up at Ashe, waiting for the next command. He chuckled. "Stay," he repeated gently. The Sarane looked like he was about to start moving again, but Ashe held up a hand. "Staaaay!" and the Sarane stopped. He seemed to be getting pretty good at this! "Matar!" Ashe said, pointing at the treat over there. The Sarane followed the finger, followed the line of motion, and saw the treat. He wiggled his butt and lunged for it, landing on it and gulping it down. He scratched around in the dirt looking for more, but there was none. "Stay...." Ashe said, after giving him a minute to relax and wander around. The Sarane looked up at the word and seemed to stay in place. Not that there was anywhere he wanted to go at the moment... Ashe: 1 4/10 Ghidorah: 2 4/5 [Pounce - 8] [Stay - 9] ------------------------------------ Currently training:Name: Fafnir Level: 83 3/5 Loyalty: 83 3/5 TP: 61/83 [Training List] [Battle] [] Bash (3) [] Bite (2) [X] Breathe Fire (7) ("Incendiar!) [] Claw (2) [] Climb (4) [] Crunch (3) ("Mordre") [X] Danger Sense - 10 [] Dash - 3 ("Azkar!") [] Endurance (4) [] Fire Spout (5) [] Flame Bite (4) [] Gash (3) [X] Hardy - 5 [] Headbutt (3) [X] Intimidation - 7 [] Maul (4) [X] Pounce - 5 ("Matar") [] Rend (3) ("Zerstört") [] Shred (6) [] Snatch (3) [X] Stalk - 3 ("Gizli") [] Stone Skin (4) [] Struggle (0) [X] Swim (3) [Nadar] [] Tail Strike (3) [] Vice Grip (3) [] Wing Buff (3) TP Used: 40 [Mount] [] Calvary (5) [X] Carry Rider (2) [X] Go (1) [X] Speeds (1) [X] Stop (1) [X] Tack Up (1) [X] Turns (1) [] War Trained (5) TP used: 7 [Flight] [X] Barrel Roll (4) ("Espira") [] Dive (2) [] Flip (3) [X] Fly (3) ("Volar!") [X] Higher (2) (Whistle) [] Hover (2) [X] Land ("Arazi") (1) Tp used: 10 [Misc] [X] Come (Tongue click) -1 [X] Name ("Fafnir") - 1 [X] No ("No!") -1 [X] Stay ("Ho!") -1 [] Tolerance 3 postsTP Used: 4 [Let's get out for a bit] Ashe suggested, fighting back clattering teeth. He swam for the shore. [Nadar, Fafnir] Ashe thought at him, and trusted the Sarane would follow. He did, of course, and the pair actually made it back to shore at the same time. Ashe climbed out, hurrying to get completely out of the water. He grumbled as he put his clothes back on. They'd have to go straight home before his soaked clothes gave him a chill, but he needed the support right now. And he needed one more test. Fafnir had to be able to swim on his own without Ashe in the water with him. As soon as Fafnir climbed out with him, dropping his tail to the ground to follow along, Ashe pointed at the water and said, "Nadar. Nadar, Fafnir." [But we just got out?] Fafnir said, confused and questioning.
Fafnir knew the word, and he sent the equivalent of an eye roll through the link, then turned and trudged back into the water. When he was far enough out, Ashe praised him. [Good boy! Thank you, I just wanted to show you that you could do it without me!]
[Well of course I can...]
Ashe: 2 8/10 Fafnir: 0 2/5
[Swim - 10]
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Post by Ashe on Dec 16, 2017 6:50:46 GMT -6
Hobs training thus far: HereAshe arched over the Sarane, arms wrapped around him to try and latch the saddle before he got too violent. The Sarane bucked again, pushing his boney hip into Ashe's arm pit. It hurt, but the man was used to pain, and managed to get the first girth tightened. Not the second. Hopefully it would hold for a little while, at least until Goblin would calm down again. Once the Sarane was free, he ran for about ten feet, his body twisting and bucking as he tried to unseat the weight on his back. It wasn't much, since it was a little saddle, but it was more than he was used to, more than the scarf. And it didn't hurt anything other than his pride. He skidded to a halt, finding that the monster was still on his back. Craning his neck around, he tried to chew at it. Unfortunately for Goblin, his neck wasn't long enough to help him get a decent hold, so his teeth couldn't snag in the leather. "See, Inyala, this is why I try to do this when they're little. Imagine a big ol' drake doing this..." Inyala gave a sage nod of agreement. Ashe was smart to do this when they were babies. She would do her best to make sure he didn't have to go through this when they were bigger than he was! Hobgoblin: 1 0/5 Inyala: 0 3/5 Ashe: 0 3/10 Tolerance - 7 Tack Up - 7 --- Frustrated, he hopped up into the air and twisted, but the only thing that happened was the second girth strap slapping him on the side. That sent him off running again, making it clear across the round pen. Ashe tried not to laugh at his antics, and even Inyala hid her face behind her tiny hands to hide just how much she was amused by this. Babies were cute, she would admit if Ashe pressed her. It was the adults that gave her the willies. Especially if Ashe was in danger. A few minutes later, the saddle had slipped and was now hanging on by his hind legs. It didn't last long once it was there, and the Sarane kicked it off once and for all then scampered across the arena, back toward Ashe. The man sighed and heaved himself up to his feet, Inyala clinging for dear life as his body rocked to catch his balance. He walked over to pick up the saddle - again, Inyala clung tightly as he bent over - and dusted it off. He returned to his spot and sat down. "Goblin, c'mere!" He called. It took more than that, including using a treat as bribery, but eventually he got the reptile to come back to him. Ashe fed him the piece of meat and ran his hands across his back, and his legs, giving him scratches and rubs. A little massage might distract him while Ashe slides that saddle back on... Hobgoblin: 1 1/5 Inyala: 0 4/5 Ashe: 0 4/10 Tolerance - 8 Tack Up - 8 --- The massage trick worked. Hobgoblin forgot all about the thing that wrapped around his belly and leaned into Ashe's fingers as they scratched hard to reach places at the backs of his wings. Ashe had worked with enough Sarane to know the tricks, to know where they liked the scratches the most. Poor little Hobgoblin never stood a chance. While Ashe was rubbing with one hand, his other was picking up the saddle and putting it over the Sarane's back. He was largely ignoring the feeling, it wasn't as confining as when it was strapped on after all, in favor of Ashe's continued scratches. The man's hand slipped around his body to his belly, scratching the armpits and giving a general belly rub. Hobgoblin stretched out, letting Ashe have access to the best places. Deftly, in a couple of seconds, Ashe managed to get one girth on. He tugged it tight and shoved the pin through it before Hobgoblin realized what was going on. In the next few seconds, while Hobgoblin was confused and starting to take note of just what was happening, Ashe got the other strap on. Both were firm, but not too tight. He could breathe and move around in it, and it wouldn't slip off. Ashe continued to scratch even though he knew the jig was up. Hobgoblin whipped his head around and saw he was, indeed, trapped once again! Inyala did her best to stay on Ashe's shoulder, watching all of his actions close up. She was braced for the moment when Hobgoblin realized what had happened, so she wasn't caught off guard when the young drake balked. Hobgoblin: 1 2/5 Inyala: 1 0/5 Ashe: 0 5/10 Tolerance - 9 Tack Up - 9
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Post by Ashe on May 17, 2018 21:50:07 GMT -6
The Sarane throwing a hissy fit because of a saddle; Ashe was prepared for that. But what he wasn't prepared for was a future champion Drake throwing a tantrum at the idea of having something on his back. He had tolerated the feeling of it thus far most likely because Ashe had used his hand to scratch in that same general area, not realizing that the tightness wasn't related to the scratches until it was too late. Hobgoblin had trusted Ashe a little too much it seemed, and he was making up for that slip in judgement now. He bucked his rear into the air, then scampered away. Ashe's fingertips brushed scales but fell short. Hobgoblin ran free, circling around the corral, looking for some escape.
The saddle held onto the young drake, the girth tight enough that it didn't budge as easily as it had before. The Sarane tried going in one direction, then immediately turned and went the other direction, pacing. He looked up the wooden walls and tried to gauge height - then he leaped, held for a second with hind legs scrambling, before falling back down. The saddle stayed on.
Inyala clicked a short series of cautionary words to Ashe, wanting him to get back out of harm's way. The man reassured her with a soft murmur, his eyes intent on following the Drake's progress.
Hobgoblin: 1 3/5 Inyala: 1 1/5 Ashe: 0 6/10
Tolerance - 10 Tack Up - 10
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Post by Ashe on May 17, 2018 21:59:02 GMT -6
Ashe waited him out. The Sarane couldn't run around forever - but he could easily go for a few hours. Still, Ashe was willing to wait a few minutes and try his luck. He wanted Hobs to calm down enough that Ashe could coax him to come close again. The hard part, Ashe felt, was nearly over. Getting the saddle on for the first time was the worst. Once it was on, it was a matter of time before the Sarane started to ignore it.
Hobgoblin paced back and forth, agitated, then finally came to a pause and crouched low to the ground, curving his head and neck around to face Ashe, the closest thing to a threat, his tail curving inward to nearly meet his nose as well. Defensive.
Ashe took this opportunity to approach, asking Inyala to be quiet on his shoulder. The last thing he needed was her getting into this mess and complicating things. She chirped, happy to agree to stay out of it, but her claws dug into Ashe's shoulder a little harder than usual. Ashe took it as a sign that she was not pleased.
He made it over to Hobgoblin, who hissed and bared his teeth at Ashe. The man held up his hands in mock surrender, not that the sign meant the same in Sarane-ese, and dropped to his knees. "It's alright, little guy," Ashe said, easing himself onto the ground completely.
Hobgoblin: 1 4/5 Inyala: 1 2/5 Ashe: 0 7/10
Tolerance - 11 Tack Up - 11
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Post by Ashe on May 17, 2018 22:27:15 GMT -6
For all of the current stress going on in his short little life, the voice of the human helped bring him back to reality instead of panic and rage. He perked up, hearing the sound of the man who had been with him almost since birth. He snapped his fangs, but there was little to back up that statement. And Ashe just kept coming. He said some other words, talking in a steady calm voice. He started by leaning his body closer, then scooting his knees to approach. Inch by inch. When he was about five feet away, Ashe sat back on his heels and reached into his pocket.
The rest would be up to the Sarane. He clicked his tongue to get his attention fully on him, so the Drake could watch as he withdrew a piece of meat. He waved the treat in the air, then he tossed it over to him. Hobgoblin watched it. A second passed, and then he dove across the dirt to gobble it up. He looked at Ashe, expecting more, and he wasn't disappointed. There was one catch, however; Ashe was holding the treat in his hand, meaning the hatchling had to approach himself.
Tentatively, Hobgoblin took a step closer. The saddle shifted, but it was the secondary thought in the back of his mind now. Ashe had managed to distract him from the constriction at last. Inyala tensed, watching those fangs come closer to Ashe's hand. If he decided to bite the hand that feeds... She was ready to snap her fingers!
Hobgoblin: 2 0/5 Inyala: 1 3/5 Ashe: 0 8/10
Tolerance - 12 Tack Up - 12
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Post by Ashe on May 17, 2018 22:35:23 GMT -6
Hobgoblin finally reached Ashe and took the treat from his fingers. The man felt the razor needs scrape across his skin, but not enough to prick. Thankfully, the Sarane had consciously aimed for the treat and it was just accidental that Ashe even felt the teeth. He wasn't sure which was worse: impossibly sharp baby teeth that felt like needles, or the sharp, strong teeth of an adult. You could lose a hand from either, Ashe suspected.
"Good boy!" Ashe praised, reaching up to stroke the top of his head. Hobgoblin thrummed, jaw working furiously on the piece of meat. Ashe reached over and grabbed his hip, dragging the Sarane closer to him. At first, Hobgoblin resisted due to instinct, but eventually he relaxed. It was Ashe, practically his mother.
While Inyala kept careful, guarded watch of the vicious predator, Ashe worked. He moved his fingers all along the side of the saddle, under the girth. He scratched the Sarane's belly and pulled his tail. Occasionally, the Sarane would snarl. When he did this, Ashe would pause and take the time to scratch or massage with his thumbs until he calmed back down.
Strangely, Hobgoblin seemed to relax into a sleepy stupor the longer Ashe massaged. That gave Ashe the perfect opportunity to pull out his next toy. The modified muzzle, ready to fit the head of a small Sarane!
Hobgoblin: 2 1/5 Inyala: 1 4/5 Ashe: 0 9/10
Tolerance - 13 Tack Up - 13
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Post by Ashe on May 17, 2018 22:43:35 GMT -6
First things first, Ashe thought. He gently led the Sarane back to the side of the corral where Ashe had stashed his stuff. There, he sat back down and spread his legs, pulling the dragon between them. The baby was leaning heavily on Ashe's attentive hands now, the man noticed. Almost like he was getting sleepy. Little did the Goblin know, Ashe was going to take every advantage he could. Starting with...
Ashe pulled out the scarf from earlier. "Just when you thought you'd never see this again.." Ashe murmured. He let the Sarane sniff at the scarf, tugging it away when the Sarane snapped at it playfully. "Nooope. Not for you."
Ashe brought the scarf over his body. Where it touched, Ashe watched muscles twitch, but the Sarane merely watched with curiosity. Perhaps a bit guarded, but much more tolerant than he had been when they had started off. He moved the scarf across back, belly, tail, spine... slowly working his way up to the head. He twirled it around his head, his muzzle, around his neck. Pretty used to it. He stopped caring, stopped paying too much attention. There was a beetle of some sort walking across the ground now...
Ashe handed Inyala the scarf. "Hold, please," Ashe asked her. She took the cloth in her claws and held it, gathering it onto Ashe's shoulder to keep it out of the way.
Hobgoblin: 2 2/5 Inyala: 2 0/5 Ashe: 1 0/10
Tolerance - 14 Tack Up - 14
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Post by Ashe on May 17, 2018 22:49:31 GMT -6
With the scarf out of the way, Ashe now grabbed the muzzle he'd waited on. The Sarane was relaxed, distracted, and all Ashe had to do was slip on last treat... Which he did, and the Sarane munched happily, fangs glinting because no one taught him how to chew with his mouth closed. And he had no proper lips. But that was beside the point.
Ashe, moving slowly and confidently, slid the leather over his face. He wrapped his arms around the hatchling, using his body to restrain Goblin while his fingers worked quickly to clip it on. Goblin jerked and squirmed like a hooked fish, but he was no match for Ashe's speedy and dexterous fingers. He released Goblin as soon it was on and sat back, prepared for another rodeo. Goblin shook his head violently, trying to throw it off. When that didn't work, nearly immediately his hind leg came up and he tried to scratch it off. The leather probably wouldn't hold under that stress, so Ashe hurried to intercept.
"Nope! Not like that. Goblin, just relax, it's not going to hurt you."
Inyala rolled up the scarf as best as she could manage, making sure none of it flapped in the air, which could startle, nor did any corner get snagged on those claws. She took her job seriously.
Hobgoblin: 2 3/5 Inyala: 2 1/5 Ashe: 1 1/10
Tolerance - 15 Tack Up - 15
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Post by Ashe on May 17, 2018 22:57:11 GMT -6
It took some convincing, and some sweet talking, but soon enough Ashe had Goblin under control again. He had stopped clawing at the muzzle, and he had long since forgotten about the saddle. Ashe massaged him a little more, gave him a few more treats, then let him roam around.
Over the course of the day, Ashe and Inyala had alternated between simply watching Goblin, and walking Goblin around the park. The Sarane seemed to move around just fine with the weight of these things on him, and Ashe watched for signs of distress. He left them on all day. Into the evening, when he was getting ready to head home, he took them off. Holding his breath, hoping he didn't just lengthen his stay out here, he attempted to put them back on. The first couple of tries, there was some resistance, but with Inyala's help (she was decent at distractions, and able to hold a treat tauntingly), Ashe was able to get them back on.
Then off again.
This time, putting them back on was easier. Ashe decided that was a good place to end for the day and the three of them went home. A little extra rest, a little extra freedom, and maybe some time spent with friends was all he needed.
Hobgoblin: 2 4/5 Inyala: 2 2/5 Ashe: 1 2/10
Tolerance - 16 Tack Up - 16
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Post by Ashe on May 17, 2018 23:01:40 GMT -6
The next day, around noon, Ashe brought the Sarane back to the park. Inyala joined them. She was comfortable (for now) enough around the Sarane that she scurried across the ground nearby, instead of hiding on Ashe's shoulder. When they reached the corral, and Ashe released him, Inyala stayed on the ground, but she crouched by Ashe's leg, ready to flee to safety at the first sign of danger.
Ashe called Goblin over, and he was doing pretty decent at responding to his name by now so he crawled over, looking up at Ashe expectantly. The man held up the saddle first, letting him sniff all over it until he lost interest. When he stopped inspecting, Ashe set it on his back. Nothing. Ashe did up both straps loosely. Goblin observed a cricket on the ground. Ashe tightened up one strap. A shift in his weight, away from the pressure but not disobediently. Ashe tightened up the second strap. Goblin grunted, as if Ashe squeezed all of the air out of his body.
Now for the muzzle, aka the makeshift bridle. Goblin tried turning his head away, much like a child not wanting to eat a spoonful of peas. With a little extra work, Ashe got the muzzle on as well. The Sarane seemed unbothered by them both.
Success!
Hobgoblin: 3 0/5 Inyala: 2 3/5 Ashe: 1 3/10
Tolerance - 17 Tack Up - 17
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