But she would still do as he asked, now flapping all four of her wings. There was little power in the motion. If anything, it felt like a nice stretching exercise, something she might do before setting off into the sky. But this simple act seemed to make the mammalian man quite happy.
"Mira learns quickly, this is appreciated", the man chimed, flashing a toothy grin, "It is basic, yes? Now, let us add more strength. Wing." Xentus positioned himself so that he was comfortably standing within the cat's view. He demonstrated flapping with his own mechanical wings, then as the apparatus closed in on around his sides, he increased the power of the thrusters for a quick moment. The jets glowed a vibrant yellow, exuding a gust of air strong enough to kick up dirt. Mira watched carefully, though seemed a little intimidated by the sudden 'fwoosh' as the exhausts blew.
The picture was slowly being put together. The mosca had the flapping part down, that was easy enough. Adding more strength to this? She could probably manage that. After watching the leopard, it was her turn to replicate the motion. All four wings, together. She fluttered her wings forward, but given that her wingspan was much longer than she stood tall, the feathers dragged on ground at the end of her downswing and so they lost a fair amount of power.
"Come now, Mira, have confidence", the leopard encouraged the creature, noticing her fumble, "Try again. Wing." And again, he demonstrated what he wanted. A strong, clean flap with a rush of air. Papilio's mechanical wings were much shorter than ones made of flesh and bones, and the power exerted with them were not from his own strength. He made the motion look much easier than it would be for the feline beside him..
Again she tried. Her wings unfurled, reaching to the sky, then thrust down toward the ground in a swooping motion. Mira gave herself a little height by rearing up as she flapped, giving her wings the clearance they needed to unleash a slightly more stable burst. It wasn't as impressive as what the leopard managed to effortlessly do with his mechanical wings, but it was a great start. The mosca's ears were soon showered with praise, and she was given another treat as a reward for her valiant attempt.
"Again, Mira! Wing!", the leopard commanded much more sternly after giving her a little time to down her prize. He again repeated the motion she wanted using his own means, adding a touch more power in the process. His gust kicked up dirt and blew a few pebbles in the process. It wasn't enough to affect the dummy standing a couple yards away.. Yet.
After watching the mammalian's demonstration, the mosca followed suit and performed the action again, trying her best to add more power than before. She reared up, then unleashed a strong, forward flap of the wings. She wasn't yet targeting the dummy, and Xentus was fine with that. He wanted her to get the hang of the motion and adding power, then targeting would come easily. Or so was the plan he formulated. At the moment, he was thrilled to watch her determination in getting this 'wing' command down.
They went through this routine a few more times. With every attempt, Mira seemed to grow stronger and more confident in her action, responding well to the praise the leopard showered her with. His voice was full of excitement and eagerness, pushing her to continue with the exercise. Mira was getting to the point where her gusts would kick up dirt and debris from the dirt plot and blow it at the dummy, rocking it where it stood.
The man grinned at seeing this. Now was time to focus this force and direct it onto a target. As before, Xentus demonstrated 'wing' as he issued the command, but this time he pointed at the dummy. His own wings flapped and exuded a strong gust of air, rocking the figure where it stood. He didn't want to knock it over - that glory would go to Mira. And, just as the mosca had done several times before, she imitated the leopard, unleashing a powerful gust of air toward the dummy. Her aim was unsteady and more in the general area of the training tool, but it was an excellent attempt.
Xentus encouraged her to try again, pointing at the dummy and repeating the command, "Wing!" More power. Keep focus. The mosca reared up and flared her wings, then brought them down in a strong motion that almost lifted her from the ground.
The dummy rocked, on the verge of being blown away by the strong rush of air that the mosca unleashed. It held fast to the ground, but with a bit more effort, the goal would be reached. The training dummy was heavy and dense, built to withstand gnashing teeth and tearing claws. The fact that it wavered in the wake of the mosca's wings already was a great accomplishment.
"Again Mira, wing!", the leopard urged, "Come on, Mira, knock it down!" Mira barely noticed that her master ceased to do the exercise along with her. It was her time to shine. She was absorbed, focused on the task at hand. Wanting to reach whatever goal the mammalian wanted her to reach. Again she reared and unleashed a powerful gust from her four wings, driving dust and small pebbles in the wake. But it wasn't enough.
Again! And finally, with a momentous effort and as much force as she could muster, the mosca sent the dummy crashing to the earth with a satisfying thud.
Excellent. The leopard beamed, proud of the mosca and her progress. She would be battle ready soon enough! They now arrived at the last item on the to-do list: flight. This part should be easy enough now that Mira's wings were nice and warmed up. But first, recognition of her accomplishments were in order. With a good bit of praise, the leopard rewarded the feline with a sizable meat treat, kneeling down to give her up close and personal head scratches. He could see the eagerness in those yellow eyes. The treat was quickly scarfed down, and Mira shuffled her wings in anticipation of the next game.
"Alright Mira. Shall we take to the skies?", the leopard asked, revving up the mechanical wings on his back. The jets began exuding a yellow glow as they blew streams of air and lifted the mammalian from the ground. "Come now, Mira, fly!"
The mosca was alarmed for a moment; the sudden gust of wind blown from the robotic wings ruffling her fur and feathers almost scared her. But she watched as her master began to rise from the ground, hovering inches off the earth and beckoning for her to do that same. He made it look entirely effortless. Unbeknownst to her, it actually was.. But the feat was impressive none the less. From powerful wing flaps to actual flight. The shift shouldn't be too difficult, and so the mosca made her attempt. Her four wings extended and pushed down hard while she reared - just as they'd practiced. But instead of giving it a few flaps and calling it done, she had to work. Her wings pumped, each thrust threatening to cause her to become unbalanced. Xentus noticed this, bringing himself back down to earth before the mosca hurt herself.
"Good try, Mira. Again, come now", the leopard encouraged, then started walking away.
A moving start might help, he figured. Flying from a stationary position probably wasn't the easiest. He didn't want the large feline to somehow hurt herself in her attempts to either. After getting the hang of flight after a running start, they'd take the time to practice a jump into flight. Mira perked up and began following after the mammalian man as he beckoned for her. She didn't seem to be sure of why the sudden change, but it was a nice change of pace to move more than just her wing-arms.
"Fly, Mira!", Xentus called behind himself after increasing to a slight jog, then jetted into the air. He spun around mid-air, motioning with a clawed hand for the grounded feline to follow. The mosca was barely past a trot before her wings unfurled and she began thrusting them for lift. Each of her next steps became lighter, bouncier, and airier.
"Come now, fly!", the leopard called out again encouragingly in his best attempt to strengthen the mosca's will. He watched her carefully as he flew, doing his best to keep an eye out for anything that might be cause for them to stop. The way was clear, nothing but dirt, grass, and air. The environment was prime, the only deciding factor was on the ability of the mosca. Mira's four wings pumped hard, and with a graceful leap, she thrust herself from the ground and made her way into the air. Her feet instinctively tucked in under herself, nothing for them to touch except or the very tips of tall grasses.
"Yes Mira!", the leopard beamed, praising the success, "Fly!" His calls were full of job at witnessing her quickly taking to the air. He couldn't help but to marvel at the synchrony between her wings as she flapped and gained clearance.
Her eyes were locked on his, and he could see traces of excitement, eagerness, and somehow, a hint of fear. The first time was always a little scary. But he spoke back with his own eyes, bright and reassuring. He guided her back down to earth, happy with the results she achieved. Back on the ground, the mosca panted. No doubt that it had to be strenuous on the body, especially one that had no prior training in this field. It might've been instinct to fly and be able to control those wings, but instinct couldn't make up for untrained muscles. Even so, this was a grand start. With more practice, she would be able to near effortlessly sail through the air as he did. He wasn't afraid to push for more practice at the present time though.
"Once again Mira. Ready?", Xentus asked with an eager tone, preparing himself to fly alongside the mosca, "Fly!" And together, with a bit of work by Mira, the two leapt into the air, leaving the earth behind.
A new day sparks a new venture to undertake. This time, with puppies. It was a refreshing change from the elemental golems he'd been handling for the last month or so, and while he still had some remaining obligations to them, he needed a break from the clattering creatures. Now he got to play with yipping little puppies. Not.. Really his first choice in beasts to tame, but he figured it was about time he'd tried something different.
So, here he was in the dirt plot he called his training grounds. The morning was nice, warm, quiet. Save for the occasional yips of the dogs playing together. The pair were leashed to ensure they didn't go running off anywhere. And hopefully by the time he was done with them, they'd be well trained show pets. He had it in mind to have them prim, proper, and well mannered for show. It would be a process, but one he was almost looking forward to.
"Saku! Laku!", he called to the puppies, looking between either one in an attempt to catch their attention. Alas, they were much too occupied in trying to nip at the other's floppy ears. The leopard pursed his lips and whistled, garnering him the startled glances of the pups. A fine start.
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"That's it, pups, very good", he praised them, pressing the button on the training clicker. *Click* Then, treats! One small treat for either pup. Saku did her best to greedily take Laku's share, resulting in a bit of bickering between the two houluh. The offending brown pup was scruffed by the nape and moved away, while the proper treat was given to the black pup.
"Good boy Laku, good Laku", the leopard chirped as the treat was hastily eaten. They weren't babies anymore, but the fairly young, playful pups were still very fresh to anything around them. They'd get the hang of the whole treat and clicker thing quickly enough, he was sure. With that, Saku was set down and they were going to try this again, one at a time.
"Saku!", Xentus called, clicking his tongue to garner the pup's attention. The energetic creature bounced around with her newfound freedom, tail wagging almost violently. It wasn't until her name was called again did she pay any attention to the leopard.
"Good Saku, yes! Saku is very good", he praised, pressing on the clicker and hastily awarding a soft chew treat. The houluh yipped in appreciation as she nipped at the man's fingers in attempt to snatch the morsel.
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It was just starting to click that the great treat giver was trying to do something. Words, clicks, and treats. What did they mean? The young pups were slowly settling down and looking up at the leopard, though were still quite enamored with play time. A smile rested on the man's face as he watched them play bow and hop around him, tangling his body in a mess of leashes. A chuckle escaped him. Ah, such spirited youth. The dogs were so different from the golems, he'd almost forgotten what it was like to be around such energetic beings.
"Hey, Laku", the leopard called again for the black pup, more gently this time, "Look here, Laku." A couple clicks of the tongue to help garner the attention of the houluh sounded, but both pups ended up looking toward him, expectant of treats. "No, no, not you, Saku. Laku", he reiterated, as if the young creatures could even properly understand him, "Good boy Laku."
A quiet whimper sounded from Saku as she went ignored, all of the praise and attention showered upon the black pup. But soon enough, it was her turn. "Okay, Saku. Look here, Saku", the leopard turned back to the brown pup, easily gathering her attention this time. The other one did well to ignore the man's call, too busy gnawing on his treat.
It now occurred to the leopard that it might've been a poor idea to name the two pups so similarly. They could easily confuse each others names if he wasn't careful about training them. They.. Seemed to be doing well enough so far, he thought. Saku got a little confused, but it was nothing a little more practice couldn't fix. He was committed at this point anyway. 'Saku laku' was a fun name combination that he couldn't being himself to pass up.
Xentus gave the pups a moment to play and yip and bark and run. He needed time to untangle himself again or else he'd be at the mercy of the puppies. Once they settled down, he'd unleash them and hope that they'd do well to not wander off.
"Laku!", the mammalian man called, interrupting the playtime. It took the black pup just a second to get back on his feet after getting pushed over by his playmate, but after a shake to smooth out his fur, the creature looked up at the mammalian and offered an attentive yip. "Good boy Laku, yes! Good Laku", he praised, sounding the clicker and offering a treat.
"Now then. Saku!", he called to the patiently awaiting pup, who looked over as if on cue.
Ashe: When the credits have been handed over IC, and the transfer is posted. Threads are often left open a little longer, in case the customer wishes to RP their exit or anything else.
Sept 13, 2020 14:49:02 GMT -6
Renathan: I've been meaning to ask- is a person considered out of the shop when the shop transfer is posted/items are given, or when the shop thread is locked?
Sept 13, 2020 14:20:16 GMT -6
Flare: It was hinted in the discord, so nothing officially announced.
Sept 10, 2020 22:30:10 GMT -6
Riku: Oh, when and where was that announced? Lol
Sept 10, 2020 21:38:50 GMT -6
Xentus: Sarane eggs. Lil' egg hunt around the boards to get a brown with neat markings
Sept 10, 2020 13:45:16 GMT -6
Riku: What eggs...? 😅
Sept 10, 2020 13:40:49 GMT -6