She hoped this would not lead him to become a cringing coward like Dummy. She did not need another useless beast like the two unbroken brown drakes she already had, and if he decided to take being chucked on to a cushioned couch as a reason to forever cower and strike only at whatever came in range, she would have no use for him. She could not even stud him out, allowing his vitality to be drained in exchange for credits and jewels, for all sarane hens appeared to have lost their cycle. Perhaps too many hens had become dominant, or their blood had become so thin that there was nothing left with which to reproduce. Her hens seemed as lively as ever though, so she guessed it was some lab-made limit.
Iago did not quite watch Haix turn from him, his gaze locked roughly onto the spot on the carpeting a few inches in front of her. 66
He was scared, terrified that something bad was about to happen to him, some great punishment inflicted beyond throwing him away, but he could not flee. Part of it, a large part of it actually, was the wall he could feel pressed against his tail and rear legs, preventing him from backing further away. He could have looked away from her to see if there was a way over it, but to look away might cause her to pounce on him and rip him to shreds. To move forward and go around the things blocking his retreat might cause her to pounce and gut him. Even so much as looking up could cause her to pounce, and he was amazed he was still alive, certain he was doing something right. So he stared at the little spot even as her legs moved, shivering but determined not to give her a reason to kill him. 67
Haix was too distracted by the clear trap the mansion had set out for them to watch the sarane quake, her only concession to remembering his existence being to let the rope unravel enough that he would not be dragged off the couch as she investigated the liquid and brown things. Her finger did not bleed freely, the tiny hole the sarane caused rapidly scabbing as she tried to puzzle out what threat the mansion meant by the items. The liquids were in the cups and the brown things, a type of candy possibly, on a plate. Did the mansion think her a soft-skin, complete with their mannerisms, and so foolish as to consume anything put out in such a way? She would not be fooled.
The tea began to cool as she looked over the items one last time, looking for anything else the mansion may have summoned there. Iago had no such interest. 68
He quivered and shook for a little while longer, but the sarane hatchling was still young, brimming with the curiosity one might expect from the recently hatched. His eyes flickered upwards for just a breath, a flick that was not enough to tell him anything more than that the han still stood in front of him, something that the spot he had been watching had warned him of before. So he looked up again, this time long enough to make out that she still faced away from him, clearly having lost interest in killing him. It would be the perfect time to sneak away from her.
He held his spot on the couch for a few more seconds as he kept his gaze on her, waiting for her to spin around and bite him. When she failed to, he began to scoot towards the edge of the couch, watching her all the while. 69
He would need to be ready to flee at the first sign that she noticed him in case she was still mad. So he watched her rather than the edge of the couch as he gripped it with his front claws, pulling himself closer and pushing his hind legs out behind him. His claws dug into the fabric as he slid, but it did not tear, the embroidery proving to be as resistant to damage as the metal railing outside had been. When he reached the edge of the couch, he still had not taken his gaze off of the hen, and she still had not turned around. He slid down the couch’s front on his belly, forearms outstretched and waving as he felt for the floor. His body soon slid faster, the majority of it now over the edge, and he slid to the floor with a squeak, legs crumpling awkwardly underneath him on the carpet. 70 ((Iago-14.0))
At the noise, Haix turned around to see what the hatchling was up to, and he panicked. Jerking upright, he bolted from her, the slack of the rope playing out for several feet before he reached its end. Digging his claws into the carpet did not pull him any further, and he squeaked in terror as the hen no doubt opened up her jaws and-
Proceeded to do nothing but make some noise. He paused in his struggles, daring to turn around and see that she had crouched down behind him, making sounds no more threatening that a chirp. He still strained to escape at first, though it was a bit harder to do with his head curled back to stare at her. Then she pulled a shriveled and dry brown thing out of one of her pouches, the smell catching up to him a few seconds later as she waved it towards him. It was meat! 71
His struggles ceased at once. The sarane hatchling turned around and took a single step towards her, staring at the meat as she made soft noises to entice him to come a little closer. It worked. Iago came within grabbing range a few seconds later as he stared at the piece of jerky as if he was hypnotized by it. She could have grabbed him then, but instead tossed the small piece of meat to him, still talking as he gulped it down. Traumatizing him might cause him to be defective when he grew, and she could think of a few uses beyond the canceled pit fights that required him not to be so paranoid.
She threw him a couple more pieces of the meat, then held the last one in her hand, the treat standing up on her palm. It took him a full minute to snag the treat, but after it he pushed his muzzle into her hand, looking for more. 72
Well, the trip had been a complete failure, but at least she had not lost anything.
Haix stood, slowly to avoid startling the hatchling that still snuffled at the carpeting near her. She could come back another day, preferably one in which the mansion celebrated something with a few less roses. She would check the sign on the gate once she got out to see what month sounded the best for her plans.
She walked over to the door they had entered through, hatchling trailing her as he kept his snout pressed to the carpet, surprised to find it shut. Had she missed the bells ringing when it fell shut? Or perhaps it was another one of its tricks. Either way, Haix was more than happy to finally leave, and reached out to pull it open. It slid on its hinges just as easily as before, revealing a sight that was nothing like it was before. 73
Where the front yard of the mansion had been was another room, this one stocked with food and dried herbs hanging from the ceiling, boxes of something proclaiming to be tea stacked on a counter. That was all she had time to make out before she slammed the door shut. She opened it a second later, revealing the same kitchen that had replaced the yard, the room stubbornly remaining there each time she opened the door.
The warning had mentioned this, but how could the room have spun around to open to a kitchen when it had been the yard without her feeling a thing? She slammed it shut one last time, backing away from the door and almost tripping on Iago. Now the final trap would be sprung, something much worse than poisoned drink and candy. Well, she would fight it to the best of her ability until the end, and hopefully draw some sort of blood from her inanimate foe. 74
Bells jingled merrily, and Haix spun to face them, ready to let loose a screech in defiance as whatever the mansion had sent to face her appeared. Except the thing that she faced was the door to the outside, now tucked beside a gas lamp on the other side of the room. In the exact spot she was sure there had been no door before.
Rather than ignore it and return to the wrong but right door, she walked slowly towards it, waiting for it to slam shut or disgorge some terrible beast. Nothing happened as she reached the circle of light it let into the room, and, at this distance, she could see that it was indeed the same view that she had from the original door.
She went through it, pulling the hatchling along behind her before closing the door and looking upon the rose-lined path once more. The pair of them waited there on the porch for a moment, looking around the yard as if they had never seen it before. ((Iago-15.0))
Jack: Thanks for the notice!
May 28, 2020 10:05:26 GMT -6
Darky: Heads up: there's a chance you might notice Trepuldra images having loading issues on June 3rd, for about 3h. No need to panic, Veebimajutus just notified there's going to be some scheduled maintenance, is all x3
May 28, 2020 10:05:06 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: right??? i was really hoping i could find one of those pachee before the season was out.
May 26, 2020 18:51:32 GMT -6
Fanged: Oh wow that's an awesome garden find FF
May 26, 2020 18:13:26 GMT -6
Riku: Oh how perfect! I woke up wanting to post (unexpected, but yay) and saw I had a reply. <3 Meant to be.
May 26, 2020 6:40:43 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: I really, really love all the updates that have come~! <3
May 24, 2020 2:12:37 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: np!!! I hope y'all like it!
May 23, 2020 13:45:06 GMT -6
Riku: What an awesome update, staff! Thanks for that! <3
May 23, 2020 12:06:52 GMT -6
Jack: All have been found!
May 23, 2020 9:53:27 GMT -6
Jack: Might want to be on the lookout for anything... odd
May 22, 2020 23:51:22 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: Yeah it’s definitely a coincidence but wow did it work out well for us! XD
May 22, 2020 6:43:27 GMT -6
Silver: I'm pretty sure that was just a coincidence, but it sure feels lucky!
May 22, 2020 2:07:09 GMT -6
Riku: So did you guys make this hosting switch perfectly RIGHT before pb broke? >.< Thaz crazy. It’s a huge relief and I’m very glad we’ve come to this. <3
May 22, 2020 1:41:01 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: It’s free up to a certain number of GB, which we haven’t hit yet.
May 21, 2020 6:46:33 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: Is the site that is going to be used to host all those images also the type you'd need to pay for? (definitely noticed the broken images yeah. Photobucket feels like it is standing on its last legs. X3 )
May 21, 2020 0:13:57 GMT -6
Morgan: I'm just kinda nervous about them going down before things get moved over completely. It's prolly nothing to be worried about though. :3
May 20, 2020 22:13:15 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: Thank goodness we're moving out of there? XD
May 20, 2020 21:59:22 GMT -6
Renathan: Ugh, photobucket has the images broke again. x3
May 20, 2020 21:18:53 GMT -6