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Post by NPC on Oct 30, 2019 20:23:43 GMT -6
"There's plenty of well-behaved pets around the labs - but who's the most obedient?" Shayna asked to the show hall, waving a grand gesture over to the waiting registration booth. "Come and show off your pets' skills, measure up and see just how well your pet minds compared to the rest of the city's most beloved pets!"
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Post by Morgan on Nov 4, 2019 16:18:16 GMT -6
Wiltholm Estate's 'Worse than Nicotine' Du FeuCall Name: Nico | Male Houluh | Level 111 - Loyalty 222 Stamina: 2 Strength: 1 Resistance: 1 Dexterity: 4 Mentality: 3 Special Abilities: Empathic Link Moves: Nip
Knows: Tricks: Name, Come, Stay, Sit, No, Follow, Lay Down, Bow, Drop, Fetch, Beg, Rollover, Shake, Up, Growl, Kiss, Jump Up, Catch, Tolerance, Leap, Through Hoop, Combat Crawl, Cover, Silence, Kick the Can, Search, Hug, Wear Harness, Stack, Heel, Weave, Boop, Carry Load, Sit on Chair, Please, Put Away, Leap Into Arms, Leap Over Me, At Ease, Fancy Walk Abilities: Danger Sense, Hardy, Loosen Fur, Endurance Moves: Dash, Lick Wounds, Kick, Run, Bite, Play Dead, Dig, Howl, Swim Morgan stepped into the Contest Hall wearing their usual lab coat, but had already decided not to wear it for the actual competition. Nico was more ready than he would ever be. The bespectacled human stepped up to the front desk and withdrew a deep emerald colored pen from their pocket. "This is Nico, and we are here for the Obedience Trial." Drenched in confidence, the pair appeared more than ready. The entire time the houluh had been walking at a perfect heel, and already was sitting on command perfectly at Morgan's side as they leaned over the papers that were needing to be signed. With small, looping, careful script Morgan finishes the needed paperwork and then glances down approvingly of the little houluh pup. This is perhaps what he was made for.
Meticulously washed, carefully brushed, with fur trimmed and then kitted out with his gear, Nico was more than ready for the entire thing. This was going to be natural for him, Morgan just knew it. Morgan had all of the items he would need for their planned routine, plus of course their own whistle for the purpose. Morgan could not at all be more proud. They'd been training so long for this exact purpose, and now they would get their chance. Stepping away now, off to the side, Morgan called the houluh to follow them. Now, it was a waiting game until their chance to shine.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Nov 4, 2019 22:43:33 GMT -6
Aces and Jack Level 22 | Loyalty 17 Stats: Stamina: 2 Strength: 0 Resistance: 0 Dexterity: 2 Mentality: 1 Special Abilities: Fire Weakness Moves: Deceptive Lure, Nibble, Double-Headed Tricks Known: Name, Come, No, Stay, Follow, Weave, Weave Legs, Leap, Through Hoop, Jump Up, Jump Over, Get Item (Flag), Spin Item (Flag), Leap Into Arms Fiera's last attempt at entering Aces and Jack in a contest hadn't gone so well. She supposed it was her own fault. She had entered them in an agility contest, and they had had to go up against the likes of storm elementals. As fancy as their tricks were, they couldn't make up for pure speed. This time however, Fiera knew that they were much better suited. An obedience contest? It was perfect! Aces and Jack were some of her best trained pets, and their eager to please nature more than made up for any silliness. She strutted up to the front desk, dressed head to toe in a sharp, red outfit, a perfect church-style hat posed over one eye. She glanced over her competition, and as usual she was the best dressed. Small blessings. "Hello there." She said in her usual deep purr. "I'm here to enter Aces and Jack today, for the obedience contest. I assume that won't be a problem.". She slid the requisite paperwork over politely before sauntering off, with her love plush pair bouncing after her in perfectly synced steps.
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Post by Vixen on Nov 5, 2019 2:17:08 GMT -6
Level 84 | Loyalty 71 Sta 7 | Str 5 | Res 4 | Dex 4 | Men 3 Special Abilities: Desert-Dwelling, Electrical Resistance, Thorny Body, Fly, Acid Resistance, Acid Fang, Empathetic Link, Fire Resistance Moves: Climb, Gash, Bite, Call Lightning, Bio Pulse, Fire Shield Moves Taught: Stalk, Pounce, Crunch, Rend, Tail Strike, Deceptive Lure, Call Lightning, Fire Shield Abilities Taught: Hardy, Danger Sense, Fly Tricks: Tack Up
Vixen entered the Contest Hall, feeling somewhat self conscious as her large, imposing companion padded solidly behind her. So far, she saw only a small, cute canine and a soft plushie creature in the hall- and here she was with a dragon. Had she read the flyer wrong- was this the obedience competition, or one of those cute contests? Standing out wasn't always good... or perhaps the little bit of awe-effect would boost them? Vixen glanced over at the maroon, brindled Sarane beside her, wondering if the hen's intimidating beauty would work for or against them. Regardless, they were here now, and damn it, they were going to commit! Though Aquilia had attitude, she was obedient and trained to a fault. Vixen had even applied rigorous scale shine to her, leaving her multi-hued body supple and healthy. Even her claws were trimmed and rounded out with a dremmel. As she neared the sign up table, Vixen gently gestured towards Lia, indicating she should stay while her owner approached the sign-up table.
Vixen nervously plucked at the beige hem of her sweater dress, suddenly questioning the routine she had practiced with Lia prior, as well as her outfit. They were executing a routine, but Vixen had still wanted to look nice for the judge, resulting in a somewhat interesting combination of boots, leggings, a dress, and a chainmail brace on her right arm, and a drawstring pouch of dried meat dangling from her left wrist. Their training dummy, also being used in theri routine, was strapped to Lia's tail. Too late to change anything now... Clearing her throat, Vixen declared, "Hi, I'm Vixen and I am here with Aquilia to enter the Obedience Competition." Vixen slid paperwork, dog-eared from her fidgeting as she was walking in, across the table. She hesitated briefly, as if expecting someone to say something to her, and then stepped away, summoning Lia to follow her across the room with a gentle pat to her own leg.
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Post by Ashe on Nov 7, 2019 20:04:35 GMT -6
Name: Fafnir Level: 86 4/5 Loyalty: 86 4/5
Stamina: 7 Strength: 7 Resistance: 5 Dexterity: 4+2 Mentality: 2 Special Abilities: Fly, Cave Crawler, Fire Resistance Moves: Climb, Gash, Bite, Tail Strike, Headbutt, Breathe Fire
Trained: Name (1), No (1), Stay (1), Come (1), Tack Up (1), Carry Rider (2), Turn Right/Left (1), Stop (1), Go (1), Faster/Slwow Down (1), Pounce [Matar] (5), Stalk [Gizli] (3), Hardy (5), Fly (3), Land (1), Breathe Fire (7), Danger Sense (10), Intimidation (7), Higher (2), Barrel Roll (4), Swim (3) Obedience contest? Ashe had entered one of these before, with Alaska, and they'd been defeated. She had been his most well trained pet, but there was always someone else that was one step ahead, a little bit better, wasn't there? So he went with one of his most trusted pets, regardless of flashy training and stunning views. He would come to the contest with one goal in mind; have fun with a creature he couldn't spend enough time with! Fafnir stalked along behind him as he arrived at the contest hall, staying quiet and well behaved. There were, thankfully, no other Drakes around, though he did notice a familiar hen standing next to a familiar girl... He smiled, seeing the pair, pleased that Vix had trained her well enough to even consider this contest. But Shayna was talking to him now, and he was hurrying to register Fafnir. "My Drake, here, he's going to be the contestant. Not the Imp." For Inyala was also sitting on his shoulder and present, and she spoke in her mysterious language in Ashe's ear, making comments about the people and the pets here and what chances Ashe stood of beating them. "Nah, Faf'll be fine, don't worry..." Ashe muttered to her, shrugging his shoulders to show he wasn't concerned. But Inyala kept an eye on the others, all the same. With the final signature, Ashe handed the paper over to the lovely hostess, and gave Fafnir a pat on the shoulder. The Drake would have looked so out of place had it not been for the hen already entered; the others were tiny puppies! But Ashe could see at least one of those was completely devoted to its master, and they would certainly pose a threat... - c -
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Post by Jack on Nov 9, 2019 21:26:17 GMT -6
Name: Kro Gender: Male Age: Adult Species: Thundergug Breed: Greyscale Stats Level: 146 Loyalty: 194 Stamina: 21 Strength: 11 Resistance: 8 Dexterity: 6 Mentality: 1 Special Abilities: Hardy, Intimidation, Iron Will, Cold Resistance, Empathetic Link, Danger Sense, Stone Skin, Run, Endurance, Nightvision, Diurnal Spirit Moves: Horn Strike, Thunder, Charge, Breath of Winter, Roar, Rend, Headbutt, Kick, Bash, Dodge, Tail Strike, Stamp Tricks: Name, Come, Stay, No, Follow, Move, Carry Load, Pull Buggy, Carry Rider, Go, Stop, "Back", Turn Right/Left, Faster/Slow Down, Ground Tie, Accept Sudden Movements, Accept Darkness, Catch, Hold, Drop, Accept Noise KnowsName (1) Come (1) Stay (1) No (1) Follow (1) Move (1) Carry load (2) Pull Buggy (2) Carry Rider (2) Go (1) Stop (1) "Back" (1) Turn Right/left (1) Faster/slow down (1) Ground Tie (2) Roar (3) Rend (3) Headbutt (3) Kick (2) Thunder (4) Bash (3) Dodge (4) Accept Sudden Movements (2) Accept Darkness (2) Danger Sense (10) Stone Skin (4) Tail Strike (3) Catch (2) Hold (1) Drop (1) Accept Noise (2) Horn Strike (2) Run (3) Endurance (4) Charge (3) Nightvision (8) Stamp (2) Diurnal Spirit (8) Breath of Winter (7) =106 Well, here they were. She thought she had entered him into an Obedience Trial before, but couldn't really remembered, just that he had won a few ribbons in his time in the Hall. She smiled a little at the other entrants and wished them all luck, but hoped they would do better than the others. Jack pushed her hair back and stepped forward with Kro at her tail, wondering what it was going to do to enter him into another one of these. Surely something good would happen, however? Shrugging, she filled out the form and smiled at Shayna and the registrars before turning and standing with the others, Kro hanging back along the wall like a huge wallflower. She wasn't surprised he did that, he stayed out of the way of some of the smaller animals when he needed to, and with Love Plushies and a Houluh around, no wonder he felt like an even bigger giant than he already was.
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