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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jan 26, 2020 22:05:23 GMT -6
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jan 27, 2020 15:12:46 GMT -6
Fiera’s breath billowed in front of her like a dragon’s breath as she made her way to the breeding center. It had certainly been a while since she had bred any of her pets, despite her enthusiasm for the practice. The land that Fiera’s originally hailed from wasn’t warm per se, but The Labs’ winters were definitely proving far colder than she had known. She spent most of the season curled up at home, pretending that her thermostat went up high enough and her clothes were warm enough. A couple months of saving and the most frantic shopping trip she had ever been on finally gave her some jackets that didn’t make going outside feel like she was going to die at any moment. Now she was starting to get back into her old habits- training pets and breeding them that was, not her old-ER habits of blackmail and extortion. She had left those behind her, for the most part. Instead, she found herself on the now familiar path to the breeding center, carefully making her way over the cold grey sidewalk and trying not to slip on the near invisible layer of ice that had coalesced on top of it.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jan 27, 2020 15:13:05 GMT -6
The quest board, plastered and drowning in posters and notices passed by on her left, and she knew she was getting close. It didn’t actually have much to interest to her this month, and she had spent her time running errands and picking up things she needed around the city instead. It still felt satisfying and by any measure, those quest postings were usually more trouble than they were worth anyway. She didn’t even glance at it this time, forging ahead toward the center. She had a fantastic pairing planned out this time, with a beautiful pachee she had purchased from Nature’s Bounty. It was a small shop, but with a fascinatingly large selection, and one that she had made quite a lot of use of when she went, if her significantly lighter wallet was any indicator. She had also made her first purchase of pachee breeding berries there. Usually they were an expense that she didn’t care to make, and in fact frequently found unnecessary, but something about them spoke to her this time. Fiera really wanted this breeding to turn out well- these two were some of the best stock she owned, and a good breeding between them could turn out some beautiful offspring.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jan 27, 2020 15:13:30 GMT -6
The first pachee she had, the female, was a black, red, and white individual named Hot Rod Crash. Fiera called her Crash for short, as she did with all of the pachee she owned. She had gotten her as a prize from the contest hall several months back, finally turning in some of the hard earned points she had gotten from competing there so many times. She had never been bred before though, both because Fiera could never quite decide on who would make a good pairing with her, and because she had an… interesting personality. Her fur resembled flames, charring an otherwise uninteresting white pelt into a crackling beauty. Unfortunately, Crash’s personality had a lot of similarities to her fur. She was an absolute firebrand, and would probably bite your finger off if she had a mouth with which to do so. Fiera couldn’t count how many times she had had to be separate from the other pachee she owned. She had calmed down a lot over the past couple of months, but was still full of energy and assertiveness. Fiera hoped that was something her new mate would like, but could never be sure until she got into the breeding room.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jan 27, 2020 15:13:42 GMT -6
Hot Rod Crash’s mate for today was the enigmatic Lost in the Garden, or Garden for short. She had bought him mere days ago at Nature’s Bounty alongside the pachee berries she was using today. He was a gorgeous male, with bright purple fur interspersed with lighter and darker patches. His most striking feature though, was his big, lavendar wings, with yellowed tips. He was the first pachee she had ever owned that had… lets call it nonstandard anatomy. All of her other pachee had leafy ‘wings’ on their backs of course, but Lost in the Garden’s wings were the only ones that had no resemblance to plants, and could actually allow him to flutter a few feet. (As she found out when she turned around for 2 seconds while getting him settled in at the kennel and found him half an hour later on top of some ceiling high cabinets. It had taken quite a bit of effort to get him down, but eventually he had been safely delivered into the kennels. Other than that though, Fiera knew little about the male’s personality. He hadn’t been very forthcoming so far, neither aggressive nor shy in his behavior toward his new owner, so she had no clue what to expect from him today.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jan 27, 2020 15:13:58 GMT -6
So those were her pachee- one old but unbred, and one new but with a completely unknown history. They’d make beautiful babies in theory, but in practice… well, she’d just have to wait and see. After just a couple more minutes, the breeding center came into view. Snow covered every horizontal surface on it, bathing it in white, and frost crept across the windows, but it was still perfectly recognizable. Its bright, friendly colors shone through despite the intimidating icicles dripping from the awnings, and there seemed to be even more posters than usual plastered in the window as if trying to make up for the growing layers of frost. Fiera pushed forward toward it, eager to get out of the cold as quickly as possible. She opened the door and even though she was going inside a building, it still felt like a breath of fresh air. Immediately she was met with a wall of warm air that smelled of animals. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant though- more like one’s home after its been shared with a pet for a while. She immediately felt more at ease now that she was inside, and made her way over to the front desk, lugging her carriers along with her.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jan 27, 2020 15:14:08 GMT -6
The carriers were of course lined with blankets and stuffing to keep her pachee warm. Being plant creatures, they were more sensitive to cold and frost than most. She was sure they’d be relieved to get out of the cold as well. Even though Crash was well known for her...energy, Fiera hadn’t heard a single peep from her since she went out into the cold. With any luck though, she’d stay quiet until they got into the breeding room. The humanish looked at the posters surrounding them as she approached the reception area. Her lip quirked up at all the advertisements for houluh breeding- the hottest new craze. Fiera herself was eager to try it sometime, and even had a fully grown houluh ready to go for it. However, she’d probably have to wait a while longer- she was always at the crest of the latest trends, and hadn’t been able to find anyone to breed with her Pauline yet. Ah well, such was the life of a fashionable woman. Finally, she reached the receptionist and set her crates down, lowering them carefully so that her beloved pachee wouldn’t kick up a fuss. Then, she straightened up and looked to the receptionist.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jan 27, 2020 16:38:20 GMT -6
"Howdy!" Said the perky young woman sitting behind the desk. Fiera didn't recognize this one... which meant that she couldn't shmooze for discounts. Boo. Maybe next time. Fiera leaned over the desk regardless, trying her best to wine and dine. "Hello, dear. I have a reservation today for 1:30. Fiera Ferella, with pachee Hot Rod Crash and Lost in The Garden? I'm quite early though, I do hope that won't be a problem...". She purred. "Hmm... yep!" Said the receptionist, ignoring all of her subterfuge. "I have your appointment right here! It's no problem at all, feel free to wait in the lobby." She chirped, gesturing to a screen that Fiera couldn't see. Her ears flattened and she huffed quietly. "Great, thank you." She said shortly, and picked up her carriers. She sat in one of the lobby chairs, and tried to pretend that it was horribly uncomfortable so she could roll around in self pity a little longer. Inevitably though, her anger ran out and she just got bored instead, picking at a thread on her sweater. Eventually she heard a 'ding!' from the front desk, and immediately perked up. "Fiera? Your breeding room is ready- room 2."
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jan 27, 2020 17:00:22 GMT -6
Fiera nearly ran as she snatched the key from the receptionist, and hurried down the hall. Finally. She had been waiting for what, half an hour? The barbarity of it all. Now she could get started. She pushed through the double doors, away from the reception area and down the now familiar halls of the breeding center. Thankfully, her room was one of the ones closest to the doors- no wandering down hallways looking for the correct number today. She gently pushed it open, and took a breath of the air. It was cooler in here (but not as cold as outside), and moister as well. Unlike the rest of the building, it was more naturalistic for the comfort for its temporary inhabitants, with leafy bushes (probably fake) to run around and hide inside, and soft loamy soil to put their rooted feet down in. Her pachee finally seemed to be waking up as well as she could hear rustling coming from their carriers- especially Crash's. That blanket was probably going to be shredded by the end of this, if the sound of her claws was any indication. Quickly, before they got too agitated, Fiera dug around in her bag for the pachee berries that she had brought.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jan 27, 2020 17:17:30 GMT -6
She placed them carefully in the center of the room, arranging them in a way she found aesthetically pleasing, and then returned to her pet carriers. She fiddled with the latch on Hot Rod Crash's cage, and the second the door so much as creaked, she was out like a shot, ricocheting off of Fiera's chest into the room. Fiera leaned over the carrier, winded, while her pachee examined the room. Almost right away she noticed the berries, and mashed them up with an enthusiastic fervor, seeming to enjoy the action of destroying them more than the actual nutrients that she was getting out of them. 'Well...' Fiera thought. 'At least she's eating them.' Once she felt recovered enough to do it, Fiera moved on to the next carrier. She could hear tiny fluttering noises, no doubt from Garden getting antsy in the carrier. He was... a little snooty, now that Fiera thought of it. Still, she opened the latch and out he came in a few elegant jumps. Crash immediately turned to look at the newcomer, their eyes locking from across the room. He held his wings straight out, in a display of... seduction? Surprise? Fiera couldn't really tell.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jan 27, 2020 17:48:43 GMT -6
Until Crash slammed right into him, of course. The two pachee rolled around in the dirt in a display that Fiera REALLY hoped wasn't aggression. She'd hate for all this time and money to be wasted because the pachee in question couldn't stand each other. Maybe she should have done some introductions beforehand... just as she was about to separate them however, concerned with their aggressive movements and puffed out fur, they stopped. The two slowly circled each other, before sitting up on their haunched. Crash puffed her 'wings' out, perhaps as a warning? And Garden... started slapping his tail on the ground. Pollen filled the air, and Fiera was quick to pull up her shirt. That stuff made her cough like anything, but at least they were finally doing the deed? When the clouds cleared, the pair both seemed calmer than before, and disinterested. Fiera realized that what she thought was aggression was probably just... a VERY spirited courting process. It was weird, but at least it worked. If Fiera was lucky, she'd soon have some young pachee on her hands, courtesy of Crash. And with the help of those berries? Well, they'd probably be better than Fiera had ever expected before.
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Post by Renathan on Jan 27, 2020 18:49:08 GMT -6
A pair of lovely winged Pachee babies; one a curious mixture of bright and dark, and the other surprisingly foresty? Wait; is that some insidious purple in there too?
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