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Post by Flare on Dec 1, 2019 21:50:20 GMT -6
It had been so long since Flare tasted a home cooked meal. Life on magically procured meats or what he could scavange left imagination on taste. His stomach pleasantly full to the point of showing a minute distention from the ssashirk's lean figure proved he enjoyed the meal. Poppy's human's mother...Cortana, he had to remember that, wished for him to join their family for a meal as thanks for his assistance in putting their beloved rakai pup on the road to recovery. The ssashirk didn't consider himself a vet; botany was his speciality. It helped that some of the plants he worked with previously held the same effects on dog-creatures as it did for ...humanoids. The fiery reptile let himself out of the small house with murmured thanks for the meal. Shabh, still on his rope harness-leash, found the nearest bush that wasn't smelling strongly of Petunia and let himself do business as usual. The Death's scent spooked him to the point of not attempting to encroach on her territory. 1 12.20
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Post by Flare on Dec 1, 2019 21:55:28 GMT -6
Flashback Life with a dog, with a rakai, had its constant attentions. Young and constantly curious, the pup had to be staked on the other side of his plot fence to avoid mutual destruction of his precious garden. This didn't mean that Flare ignored Shabh; heck no. If anything, he doted on the rakai pup with the manner of minding a glass figurine. Consistently second guessing what he should do with a creature. The rakai wasn't old enough to catch his own food, unlike the plant creatures who served self sufficency with enough shared territorial space. He worried Cortana's ear off one day when she had passed him in the street, walking Petunia to the grocer while he was attempting to lead Shabh around the block. What did rakai eat. Care, how often should he be allowed to 'go', other sorts of questions a new pet owner would ramble on about; and nothing was of his rakai being cute. 2 13.20
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Post by Flare on Dec 1, 2019 22:24:09 GMT -6
It came out either in the conversation back at her home the first time or while he was talking more to this woman out here in the open. She seemed perfectly willing to listen to his plights and towed the chatty Flare into a new cafe that allowed animals. Flare had to keep Shabh's leash pinned under his large foot to avoid the rakai pup getting into mischief. He'd made sure the rakai went 'out' before entering the cafe. For he didn't know how these people would react to having a young puppy in their establishment. Not to his relief at all, the hostess who seated them cooed at the sight of such a cute young rakai, asking Cortana first before leaving her hand in range of Petunia. The death rakai's milky eyes gave the hostess a once over glance, sniffed her hand and ignored her. The female seemed to get she wasn't welcome to approach further and seated them. Cortana praised the place's 'tea and biscuits' before giving Flare a 'dog keeping 101'. That there was no real right or wrong way of raising your animal. But not to abuse them, abuse was very bad. Very bad. 3 14.20
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Post by Flare on Dec 1, 2019 22:29:25 GMT -6
She'd done plenty of research on rakai sarane so basics were a cakewalk. Figure out what sort of foods he needs to eat for a growing puppy; plenty of water available, get him used to being handled, like the paws and such. Establish a routine, a place for his own territory and a potty spot. To be gentle but stern with disaplining Shabh; for the rakai did not know human anything, and acted on instinct. Give him a bit of training. Flare glanced down at him once or twice; having given the pup a slice of galabex jerky to chew on. His tiny razor teeth nomming away at the tough meat. Petunia took a slice of jerky from her human, this time bwee, and tore bits out of it methodically, her long tail curled around her hind legs while watching everyone else in the cafe. She sensed something, and couldn't figure out what; it wasn't the fire of the lizard that her human spoke to, or his... young coward puppy. She watched as an entertainer twined from table to table. 4 15.20
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Post by Flare on Dec 4, 2019 7:04:05 GMT -6
"A flower for the pretty lady? What can our fair staff get you today" The entertainer somehow had made the rounds of the tables and ended up in Flare's and Cortana's faces before either of them really knew what was going on. Dressed partially as a waiter, the entertainer wore a comedy tragedy mask for anyone tall enough to notice it. What Petunia picked up, was the smell. She growled from under the table. Cortana shushed her. The loop of rope around Flare's wrist he gripped tightly. He wasn't that unperceptive. "How kind of you, thank you." Not one to turn down free gifts, the human woman takes the flower from the man?. Its a beautiful rich red rose, with a light smell to go with it. Flowers weren't Flare's expertiese either, some roses were grown for scent... but something... his inner 'magic sensor' was going off. "We'll just have a round of tea and biscuits. The house brew special, with the extras on the side." He's not paying attention to her rambling on about the tea, something super specific. Shabh looks up from his chewy treat nomming, seeing an extra set of feet. His length of away from his new owner's feet isn't far enough to go say hello, so he stays put. 5 9/17 16.20
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Post by Flare on Dec 4, 2019 7:11:49 GMT -6
"A pretty lady who has a very refined palate for tea. I will get our staff on this toot sweet." The masked individual somehow totally glances over the existance of Flare at the table as it moves on to take more orders. Under the portion of his toga that ran up his spine between the wings, the ssashirk could feel a few larger spinelike scales raise up, like hackles. He didn't like the scent of this one. It smelled way too... faint. The rose in Cortana's fingers looks too perfect too. Something, something felt off to his mind, his instincts. Last hour or so he'd written down two full pages worth in his book about tips and tricks for raising his rakai pup. So he'd not been paying nearly as much attention. "Something wrong, mister Flare?" Cortana asks him. He pulls his gaze back to the human woman at th table. A headshake of no. Nothing wrong. Just... Petunia wuffles once; something about wrong smells and the lizard has a keen but untrained sense. "Please excuse Petunia, she's quite amiable once she gets to know you." the way Cortana goes on about the death rakai seems like she believed Flare could understand 'humph' noises. Untrained sense, Shabh wonders with a whine and a head tilt. 6 17.20
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Post by Flare on Dec 4, 2019 7:19:25 GMT -6
Untrained sense. The lizard you call master is aware of wrong but does not know what. Petunia 'humph's, resting her head on her paws again. Shabh's questioning whine earned a grumble. Smell the next one who brings tea. Tell what you smell, what you can sense. She could sense it, for her kind had magic in their hearts. This is your job. "As I was saying, if you have any questions or want to bring your little Shabby to come socialize, don't hesitate to reach out. I want to help. And treat you to a good meal." Those who could read between the lines might pick up that this human believed the ssashirk to be extremely skinny to the point of unhealthiness. granted, she had never really seen or spoken to a lizard folk before. "Eees, good." Flare got out as he tried to sort out his uneven senses. "Like that." She helped him pick out a time of week to come by, that it was fine to bring Shabh and to check in on Poppy. 7 18.20
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Post by Flare on Dec 8, 2019 6:36:17 GMT -6
The older rakai's 'humph' only furthered Shabh's question of 'what?'. What did scary black rakai with the eyes mean; this was his job? What job? It only confused the pup with older thoughts and feelings. Petunia sighs to herself, another wuffling humph. Puppies. At least Poppy understood his job; a companion to little Siri. To comfort and protect the ltitle girl. This deadwing pup had not enough age to ...to stir up instinct into protecting his lizard master. She is waiting now; would the creature return now that it was known? Confused and a little bored of the atmosphere; no, not bored. A bit unsure of what he should do. Flare looks down at his notes, skimming at them with his eyes. Cortana folds her hands into each other, watching the ssashirk skim. He had a studious expression, the jaw pressed together finely as his large pupils follow the words that only he seems able to read. 8 19.20
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Post by Flare on Dec 8, 2019 6:56:27 GMT -6
This wasn't enough of a situation to even try to stir up the instincts of the young pup rakai; and the older death didn't believe this pup would grow into their instincts naturally. She'd never been a mother though, so raising a pup from birth wasn't in her instincts; yet. She watches him settle down and pick up at nomming his treat again. Tiny razor fangs. Puppy teeth are not fun, and good luck to the lizard master when his teething instinct got stronger then normal. She remembered her family having slight troubles of Poppy's teething on things he should not. Puppies. He heard the slight song of bells as the entertainer, possibly even a different waiter delivered the different tables each their orders in order. A slight tinking of metal on metal, bells. But that didn't stop the sense he could feel fro some reasoning. "Your tea and biscuits, please enjoy." Where'd he come from. 9 20.20 lv 55 flare
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Post by Flare on Dec 27, 2019 5:19:12 GMT -6
Now Cortana isn't a stupid woman by any means; can't be when raising so many children in one house. She's perceptive to others, able to pick up what someone is saying even if its softly spoken. Probably why she was able to tell off Bixby when he started talking in another language around his cousins to get away with something rude. She noticed the abrupt stiffness in her dining companion as the belled entertainer popped up out of seemingly nowhere, merrily laying out the foundations of tea and biscuits. The little finlike frills on the edges of his 'ears' flared, as did his wings, but only partially. The waiter didn't seem phased at all. "Thank you sir." she smiles at the entertainer, getting a toothy smile in return. Was that growling she could hear? That did...where... surprise faded to curiosity, then blossomed into fear. Shabh didn't like this thing that popped up out of no place, shuffling back under the table. He could hear growling, but it wasn't him. Grrrr.... 10 1.20
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Post by Flare on Dec 27, 2019 5:24:15 GMT -6
"Petunia, sssh." he heard her hiss at the beneath of the table, where he could feel and hear a deep radiating growl. The waiter stooped briefly, glancing at the two rakai with their masters. The black rakai's ears were flat to her skull, white teeth bared. Her scaled hackles were raised. "Charming beasts. Enjoy your meal." with that, they vanished across the room. Once out of sight, the larger rakai slowly let her growl peeter out. "Rude Petunia. No growling in public." A grumbling growl. "That isn't a reason and you know it." Perceptive of the humans but not of around. Petunia growled. Mistress, you were in danger. I defended you, I did not touch it. The rakai growled again to her human, but still got a negative response. The tip of the black rakai's tail twitches. She huffs a sigh. Expect this of your master, pup. She directs at the hiding Shabh, who has managed to wiggle himself under Flare's feet. They do not believe the danger they are in. 11 2.20
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Post by Flare on Dec 27, 2019 5:29:30 GMT -6
End FLashback This was last week; and Shabh took the older rakai's ...advice? to heart. However it did give the pup a slight paranoia on small sounds while in Flare's immediate area of movement. But Flare had gone back to Petunia's human home and they shared another meal, this time playing with Poppy who was much better in spirits and energy. The pup finished his business and they were on the way. The air felt crisp and cold, the bite of a first winter for them both. Or was it? Shabh wasn't old enough to know. Or care. His ears were doing the deer-radar thing as they walked back, keen for the small tinking of bells. Metal bells. and he heard those metal bells as they approached the kennels, where that board was. The belled individual leaning up against the wall, messing with something in long fingers. Time for the equillion brakes. 12 3.20
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Post by Flare on Dec 27, 2019 5:35:04 GMT -6
"Charming, isn't she." Flare found himself out of his thoughts, glancing around briefly. His gaze landed on the individual, with that belled hat. The....waiter from the cafe? "That human woman." The ssashirk's jaw presses together in a fine line of disapproval. He can hear perfectly good, if not slightly accented Common. "Ssshe taken. Not mine." he finally chooses to say, stiffly. "Not eeoursss." The individual scoffs, tossing their head in a dismissive fashion. "Taking a mated woman for my own, I wouldn't DREAM of it." They shuffle the deck of cards. "No, I am here to talk to you, sun lizard. Please, a moment of your time." His sense of wrongness is going off; and Shabh just sits down in the middle of the street. He'll have to drag the pup in order to get closer to the wrong feeling one. "I insist this is well worth your time..." 13 4.20
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Post by Flare on Dec 27, 2019 5:40:36 GMT -6
The drake sizes up the individual; just dressed in a casual coat and slacks and a hat, but they have a presence that makes him feel tight in his own skin, like another shed imminent. "Sssffeak then." Flare states, not moving closer. "Block traffic then, it is no fault of mine if a cart or a large beast decides to trample you. A little closer wouldn't kill you, or your runtish canid, would it." Flare remembered full well that the breeder of Shabh's litter stated he was not a runt; and it offended the ssashirk to say the young rakai, who was a bit bigger now then when he previously got him earlier this time, was a runt. He exhales a hiss through gapped teeth. Slowly shuffling closer and scooting a stubborn Shabh along with his foot. The pup is practically sitting on his foot now. "Better now, see. A gentlemans chat, thats all." the individual remarks. 14 5.20
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Post by Flare on Dec 27, 2019 5:45:46 GMT -6
It took a deal of effort for Flare not to let his instinct of irritation show on his face. Don't let them see what you are thinking; a rule of defusing a situation of tense nature. The resting -itch- face, someone called it once. The bored face without the bored. Thats what he decided to wear now. "Do hear me out. I have misplaced something of great value to me as of late; and have been asking those who I believe capable to find it for me." So far, Flare only heard hot air out of this individual. There were HOW many people in this city and this one is taking their precious time to talk to the single gimp ssashirk on an object finding. "I have an idea of who has it. But it belongs to me. I need it, I want it back, as it is mine." He can hear Shabh give a whine, his ears flat to his skull as he crouches on his foot. 15 6.20
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