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Post by Skylos on Oct 29, 2019 15:07:50 GMT -6
Perhaps it was too late; as the deadline on the flyer was the Night of Spirits Passing. However, Ridelys hadn't been outside in how long for what now, weeks? Mostly just sleeping off her allergies. She'd gotten a message tacked to her door to get her Trod fixed and frankly didn't have the motivation or the knowhow to. There was a tinkers shop somewhere in the city, couldn't have all those high technical items wihtout one, right? But this was a simple job, just to go and camp out on an estate and look for a thief who was breaking into a shed. From what someone else said, it was a fox mammalian who was the one posting the note. Or a very fluent Felusine, but the individual wore huge bug eyed glasses and Ridelys didn't trust what they said. How can you mistell a felusine from a fox, for crying out loud. Size for one thing. 1
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Post by Skylos on Oct 29, 2019 15:11:16 GMT -6
Not to mention, the protests she heard about would likely have gone haywire over seeing a felusine talking to people and posting a sign about lost property. She knew that shop seemed to sell strange collars and such rumored to let animals talk, and from what she was told, the mammalian had a very fluent Common. That would be hard for a feusine to copy... right? Nothing to worry about, it wasn't her questioning. But the same thing, rights for the 'sentient' pets vs the freedom to keep them safe from the outside world. She had a few creatures who could borderline that particular barrier of thought; thick magic users or something that could understand thought through telepathy that wasn't given by a ribbon. What even constituted this sort of disagreement? Not to mention that she'd heard someone's estharne had up and eaten someone in public. Now that was an outcry for controlling the dangerous. 2
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Post by Skylos on Oct 29, 2019 15:15:38 GMT -6
Error and Maru were not 'safe' in the sense of easily controlled, but the kittens seemed to react enough to being told off and backing off. She recalled multiple episodes of the dasterdly duo of kittens to terrorize her birds. No bird was really harmed, a loss of feathers and a great deal of screeching, but nobody was eaten. Thank the gods. Ridelys loved her birds, even though they were mostly just pets who didn't do anything but keep her company and drain her feed stores. All her creatures were companions and drained her feed stores. So she had to take a job and get a small profit to at least keep everyone fed. That was the goal here. From whatever this mammalian offered as a reward, she could sell it and keep everyone fed. Previously, the stray folk needed help, but she'd not found anything. They ended up handing out strange charms for some reason. 3
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Post by Skylos on Oct 29, 2019 15:20:40 GMT -6
The fox family must have a lot of credits to their family, because this had to be the biggest house she'd ever seen. Bigger then the magic house outside of town. A good chunk of residents once they were wealthy in credits could move onto the four city streets and take an emormous property. Must be wone of them. So... camp out a few nights and find a thief, seemed simple enough. She went up to the door though, to make sure the family knew she wasn't a thief or a tresspasser. Paranoid folk, who knew these days. "You are pushing your deadline a bit, aren tyou." the mate fox asked her, dressed in several layers of victorianesque skirts, one furred hand posed on her hip. From her longer mane of curls, a faeron's muzzle and eyes were visible. "My husband said there were peopele coming here for a full month. And you are almost late." 4
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Post by Skylos on Oct 29, 2019 15:24:32 GMT -6
"If you want to interact with ...people with allergies, then go ahead adn be my guest. I assure you, we're a lot less amiable with being unable to breathe properly." Ridelys answered, leveling the mate fox with a stare. The angle of her head illuminated the feathers in her hair somewhat. The fox mate sniffed loudly at her. The faeron giggled, (oh thatnk god it wasn't a decorative head). "Fine, fine. I don't care, just catch the thief and do what you will, halfling." she sneers and shuts the door in Ridelys' face. ...Halfling. The theron frowns deeply as she turns to walk away from the mansion door. Halfling. She had feathers and portions of scale on her hands and legs and feet, but excuse me, HALFLING? That's worse then ersatz, or even human"ish". Calm down, control your temper. You need the money from the job, so get the stupid thing over with. 5
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Post by Skylos on Oct 29, 2019 15:28:46 GMT -6
The thing about growing up in the mountains, trapsing about in the woods is a cakewalk. Now Ridelys had no nightvision or anythign fancy like that, but she could see well enough. Darkness came faster now that winter was getting closer by the week. She felt wide awake and eager to vent her frustrations out on a very soon-to-be scared thief. Was it smart to come alone, probably not. Especially if the thief were accompanied by a creature. Or it was a creature itself. That she didn't know. The shed is visible from the edge of the woods; perhaps there was even a herd of galabex that frequented this field. The foxes must not care for fences as there are none really here. Up and over a fence isn't as easy if you can't fly, of course. Deep breath in, hold it a few seconds, exhale out the mouth. She repeated the motions. 6
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Post by Skylos on Oct 29, 2019 15:50:11 GMT -6
Calm your breath, calm your heart. You want to remain unseen. Deep breath in, hold a few seconds, and out again. Slow and relaxed. Relaxed muscles are ready to bolt when needed. Crouching down in the grasses and low foliage, she began to wait. The waiting would be the difficult part. Hours seemed to crawl by. Spreading her senses out from within, Ridelys listened to the forest. The wind in the trees, something rattling branches and leaves as they fly or jump in and out. Footsteps on the floor... hoofsteps. Pawsteps. The flapping of wings as they fly off and away. Owls, bats, the occasional flying squirrel... yes they do exist. Sugar gliders is what that book called them. Or shiku gliders, she didnt' relaly know. Those footsteps sounded too big for a hoof or a paw of a regular creature. Perhaps humanoid? Not quite sure. WHome will be out this late at night. 7
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Post by Skylos on Oct 29, 2019 15:58:10 GMT -6
There did stand a question in her mind; what sort of animal would wnat to break into a shed and steal important tools. More and more, Ridelys started to believe that the creatures may be commanded by another, or just simply bored. From experience of the faerons getting loose and hiding all the cage locks in various spots around the kennels for kicks. But the faerons were unlikely to be the culprit, depending on the size of the importand tools. What sort of tools were even taken? She'd not made a good impression on the mate fox so the likelyhood of getting more information out of her, relavent information, woul dbe slim. Fine, she could make do without it. Had to anyhow, besides who knew how to train an explosive draconian creature anyways. Great deals of bribery? Hugs? sarane breakage? Nope, no books, no references, nothering of the exact sort. She ould be alone on this. 8
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Post by Skylos on Oct 29, 2019 16:03:57 GMT -6
"Evenin, stranger." came a smooth dark voice from nearby. Ridelys could feel her muscles tighten up. Aside from the footfall, she heard nothing. Nothing at all. "Locals' don't take well to poackers on ther land." the sound of something striking another something, like flint, a slight flare of flame, and a long inhale with a visible exhale. Whatever this was, was smoking and speaking Common with an accent. "Hows the old lady doin'. Still followin that wild fox pup like a sick puppy?" Ridelys didn't know what the heck the creature spoke of. "I know nothing of which you speak, stranger." she hisses, quietly. "What brings you to a forest this late at night." A clicking noise, a long drawn inhale before another exhale. Visible. to the left. "Its mah job." the indiviual hisses softly. "Local folk complainin' of a thief in the works. Stealin' animal, stealin' item, whole bad lotta thin's." 9
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Post by Renathan on Oct 29, 2019 16:07:47 GMT -6
This was a spooky time of year. Sometimes it got unnecessarily cold for no reason, or perhaps it wasn't really cold at all? Still, shivers would pass through all living things in the area, and even the plants seemed to shiver in the 'cold'. What was causing this? Perhaps all of this had something to do with one another, and perhaps it was not.
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Post by Skylos on Oct 29, 2019 16:17:27 GMT -6
"Hir'd me on a small wage, but its mod'st 'nough." to her side gaze, the figure seemed long and lanky, and hissed a lot. Ssashirk maybe? No way. They spoke a lot heavier. HIssier. "Goin' on 'bout rights and freed'm and n'sense like tha'. G't their pri'rties mixed up s'mthin bad." the creature remarked, leaning against a tree, slighly out of her sight. "What do you have againt the foxes." she asked. He sounded a bit bitter on that part. "'gainst em? Nofin much. Kill'd mah pa when he was a cider security." Well, that surprised her a bit. The foxes looked too prim and proper to be killers. "Coup'l ears back, but mah pa was no bad fella." Interesting... "Ma had t' raise the nest alone. He nev'r really l'ved her eith'r." "Fscinaging. I think you wouldn't show yourself to me if you were the thief..." she mentioned casually. "F'r a female, y'r sharper." 10
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