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Post by Vixen on Jan 18, 2018 14:05:25 GMT -6
Vixen worked Juniper by offering a string of commands- stop, go, stop, go, go faster, slow, left, right, right, left again... After the initial series of turns and requests were run through, the bird seemed to be growing bored, if not a bit irritated- he craved interaction and praise, but he'd been cooped up in this single pen for quite some time now, doing the same things... sure, Vixen was on his back now, and that had changed some things, but here he still was, in the same circle of sand, making circles and pointless twists. Fortunately for him, Vixen was beginning to find the corral stale herself, and after drawing him up into a stop, she brought her leg over and slid down next to her mount, landing lightly on her feet. Vixen slid a hand under the cheek strap of his bridle out of habit as she led him to the pen's door, but he didn't seem to mind, and followed her direction without struggle. Like many birds, he had a habit of identifying and remembering doors, or any potential escape route, and he was more than willing to follow Vixen through it if it meant finally leaving the damn corral. Much to June's dismay, upon exiting the corral, Vixen circled to his opposite side and immediately remounted. "Just a change of scenery, bub." June swayed but made no attempts to escape as Vixen climbed back into the saddle, somewhat placated by the sight of open spaces in front of him. The high wooden walls of the corral had blocked a wide expanse of gently browning grass that the park contained, and his bright eyes darted around, pupil rapidly dilating and contracting as he took it all in.
((Juniper 7.1 // Loyalty 21
Carry Rider 6))
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Post by Vixen on Jan 18, 2018 14:22:39 GMT -6
"Alright, and... walk on. Hey- HEY, whoa!" Juniper all but leaped into a sprint, only to slam into sudden stop as Vixen drew back sharply on the reins to reinforce her shout. Seeing the spaciousness of the park had put a tickle in his feet, and "go" had translated into "shoot out of a cannon". He struck the ground with his thick claws, tugging impatiently at the tight hold on his reins. "Ease up, will you?... Gonna send me flying. Alright... walk on." She clicked her tongue and sent him forward, initially under a tight hold, but after he settled into a reasonable pace, she loosened her grip and allowed him more of his head. She started him on the path to trace the perimeter of the park, carefully sticking to the outskirts so as not to interrupt any training they happened across. June was allowed a light jog, powerful thighs moving rhythmically behind Vixen's legs, and soon they had circled halfway around the park with nary an incident. Vixen had developed a comfortable seat, having a knack for finding balance and a light seat on any mount when given a moment to adjust. As they traveled up the opposite end of the park, something caught Vixen's eye some few hundred yards away- a rather brutish-looking man, working with something... very small. What was that, anyway? "Well... we have to work on your turns, right?" Oh, why was she even trying to justify it? She was a miserable snoop. She didn't mean to be, honestly, she just enjoyed watching others train. "Get around..." They slowly curved into a complete turn around, with June's head now cocked in curiosity at the sound of another person calling faintly in the distance. He walked in a near strut as Vixen curbed his speed in order to get a better view. Whatever the man had, it was small, blue, fluffy, and... climbing up his leg? Hm...
((Juniper 7.2 // Loyalty 21
Carry Rider 7))
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Post by Vixen on Jan 18, 2018 14:48:47 GMT -6
The two had traveled a few more paces beyond the fence line before Vixen pulled one rein back and led Juniper into another turn around. He had quickly learned to translate the rein signals from groundwork into the ones Vixen now issued from his back, and was thankfully understanding of the cause-and-effect aspect of rein pressure. Truthfully, Vixen hadn't needed to instill a verbal command for every riding request, but for many of her animals, she preferred to do so. Versatility was the name of the game, after all, though truth be told, she didn't see many situations in which she'd be compelled to ride a giant chicken bareback- but hey, anything could happen around the Labs, and it wasn't a bad thing that Juniper was now able to distinguish direction both verbally, and from rein and knee pressures. Not like anyone would ever look at a creature and go, "wow they overtrained, that's unfortunate". And if they did... well, fuck em. This time, after Vixen turned him around, Juniper was coaxed into a slow walk to allow Vixen to squint over at the other trainer. What was... oh! "Puff Rayzor! Of course." She pulled June into a stop, content to absently watch the other trainer, a rather interesting, bulldog-esque looking Mammalian. There was something funny, endearing almost, about seeing such a large man work so carefully with something so small and fluffy. Most people in general around the Labs, nevermind large men, were focused on battle brutes- maybe that's why she had given Rhett that puppy. It was just so... sweet. Maybe it was that whole "men with babies" thing. She practically felt her useless ovaries explode any time she saw Ashe coddling something infantile. She sat for a few moments longer, allowing June to scratch distractedly at the grass and press the fence with his thick beak, but the moment she urged him to start forward again, he did so willingly, at an easy, relaxed pace. "Look at you! Much better." She rewarded him with a neck scratch and looser reins, urging him into a higher speed, to which he was happy to oblige.
((Junier 7.3 // Loyalty 21
Carry Rider 8))
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Post by Vixen on Jan 18, 2018 15:14:14 GMT -6
Given permission to pick up speed, Juniper's stride lengthened, body dropping into a more level, straight line from his blunt beak to his tuffed tail, allowing Vixen to achieve optimal balance as he raced along. As she flattened herself down into the Gug-leather saddle, Vixen felt acutely aware of how muscular and truly strong Juniper's legs were. The sheer speed at which he could pump them was astounding. Truthfully, Vixen had never really respected Chiryma as strong, or commendable- not truly. She'd known, logically, that they would have a strong bite and mean kick, but they were so visually welcoming and friendly to people, she'd never been able to dwell on it or fully realize the scale of their potential. On speed alone, she was suddenly struck with how wrong she had been. Chiryma were incredible mounts, if June was any standard to hold them by. Sixty miles per hour, fully stretched out- despite his smooth stride, Vixen almost felt as if the wind alone would pry her out of the saddle! May sew some leg straps onto this... Flying off an Equillion at a gallop was a miserable experience, but flying off of a Chiryma at a sprint was probably much worse. But gosh, he was fast! It was time to slow him up and regain control, but doing so would be a moment of truth... Chiryma loved little more than running, and now Juniper had been given his full head for the first time during this mount training process. The threat of a runaway mount was a real one. "June, ease up." From her position low on his neck, and at the speed they were going, her words seemed ripped away by the wind as soon as she had said them, and there wasn't a change in the Chiryma's pace. They remained a streak of gold and red zipping along the park fence. Had he ignored her, or simply not heard her? Vixen defaulted to rein commands, slowly drawing them back to her midline, and after a brief tension on the end of them, Juniper slowly brought himself down to a relaxed trot, beak held slightly ajar, deep rib cage expanding in shallow pants. He was far from winded, but was still very much excited, eyes flashing as he glanced back at Vixen. Why stop so soon? he seemed to ask... but despite his obvious desire to continue his sprint, he had prioritized the commands of the rider on his back.
((Juniper 7.4 // Loyalty 21
Carry Rider 9))
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Post by Vixen on Jan 18, 2018 15:37:39 GMT -6
"GOOD boy! What a good bird! Oh you're so smart. What a good bird." Vixen was a bit breathless from their high speed, but she pushed out the praise nonetheless, making a show out of praising him as they walked along. She fell over his neck, rubbing him and offering scratches under his down feathers, making him cock his head into her and croon. Maybe carrying a rider wasn't quite so bad! He had a friend wherever he went, after all- the other Chiryma Vixen had were either too young or too small to be particularly enjoyable company; at least this way he received affection and interaction. Vixen steered Juniper back towards the corral, and despite his obvious reluctance with where they appeared to be heading, he took her direction, head dipped rather dejectedly. "Oh look at this mopey chicken." She mocked him affectionately, dismounting as she did so. Though she appeared to be leading them back into the corral, she simply reached in and plucked her bag off the ground, slinging it over her shoulder in preparation for their journey away from the park. She felt comfortable wrapping up here. Of course, only time and getting used to one another would fine-tune Juniper into a perfect mount, but for now, she was satisfied. He had picked up vocal and rein commands for pacing and directions, had now allowed her to mount and dismount on multiple occasions, had learned that he must abandon distractions if asked while under saddle, and had even checked his speed and re-approached the corral, despite his obvious lack of desire to do either. Vixen was impressed, overall, with June's progress, and was pleased with herself for adjusting quickly to and growing comfortable with utilizing a large bird as a mount- there was always something new to do around the Labs! Before remounting, she came around to Juniper's head, placing a gentle hand under his beak in order to look closely at his face, staring back at him as his gaze flitted across his face. Seemingly satisfied with whatever she'd been looking for, Vixen planted a brief kiss on his bronze beak, offered him a final treat, and climbed back into the saddle. "Alright June, let's move out."
((Juniper 8 // Loyalty 23
Carry Rider 10 [Complete]
Juniper Exit.))
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Post by Vixen on Oct 26, 2019 1:10:04 GMT -6
Lately, Vixen had been forced to admit that she tended to like the ideas of things more than their execution. Davy had been a carefully designed creature she'd submitted to the labs. She had wanted an ideal creature for the Trinity keeps, both personally and to be of service to the members of the Keeps in case of emergency. Thus, a Gallor had been crafted, equally comfortable on land, in air, and in sea, with a pelican-based front half, and the rear structure of a fishing cat. Vixen had been proud of her design, and amazed with the outcome- the problem was that Davy, like any other creature, was not self-training, and Vixen had but limited hours and motivation in the day. Davy had been left to his own devices, getting plump off of fish and harassing all creatures in his vicinity with his clowning and meddlesome nature. Today would be his first day of structured training, and Vixen was mildly concerned, to say the least. Nevertheless, she had persisted today, and now she was at the park with the chimera, tack fanned out on the ground, her hip pouch brimming with dehydrated strips of fish flesh. While his sense of smell was hit or miss, Davy's vision was excellent, and the pupil of his bright blue eyes had stayed fixated on Vixen's treat bag throughout their journey here.
Vixen grabbed the Gallor saddle from the ground, balancing its lightweight frame on her shoulder as she approached Davy. His wings were lightly tied to his body, assuring he'd stay earthbound with his owner until they were ready to take flight, and the thin strap was what his focus was as she began to reach the saddle towards him. He ignored her entirely, preening his wings where the strap touched, occasionally tugging at it with the end of his long beak. "Davy boy." She lowered the saddle onto his back rather unceremoniously, prompting him to temporarily diverge from his bounds. His head twisted around the other side, nudging and briefly chewing on the saddle before growing bored, his attention then turning to Vixen with a tilted head. "Hey Davyboy," she crooned, scratching the slick yellow feathers on his crown. "Not a big deal, is it?" Indeed, the weight didn't seem to bother him at all- now let's see about the straps.
((Davy .1 | Loyalty 7
Tack Up 1))
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