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Post by Fiera Ferella on Feb 14, 2020 18:29:02 GMT -6
x A Late Harvest x Mollifying Touches 10/10
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Feb 14, 2020 18:29:52 GMT -6
Another breeding was on Fiera’s plate as she approached the breeding center, her oxfords clacking on the sidewalk beneath her as the scenery passed by. Her last pachee pairing had turned out fantastically for the purposes she was aiming for. Two gorgeous- and winged!- babies, with a female thrown in there for good measure! Not to mention the markings and colors she wanted had been on point. It was her first time using pachee berries, but she didn’t want to attribute her success all to those. The parents she had chosen were the most brightly colored ones she could find, carefully selected from her gallery of pachee. The babies that came from them didn’t disappoint- the son displayed gorgeous autumn hues, and the daughter looked like it had just crawled out of the horizon at sundown. Needless to say, Fiera was feeling pretty hyped about the state of her breeding choices, and had the distinct confidence that today would be no different. Her strides toward the breeding center were filled with confidence, and every aspect of her appearance was fine tuned to make her look as sharp as possible. She was even wearing sunglasses, even though the weather didn’t call for them in the slightest.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Feb 14, 2020 18:30:24 GMT -6
While her last breeding had been with the most brightly colored pachee she could find to try and produce technicolor, fairylike babies, this breeding was a lot more naturalistic in its intentions. She had no berries this time, and neither pachee had any fancy addons. Neither of them were brightly colored either, displaying more natural tones of brown, white, and orange. The first of the pair was Molly, the female she had selected. Molly was your standard female pachee, with a short, slick pelt in a chestnut brown color and green rosettes decorating her shoulder. Her ‘wings’ were yellow and green. To put it simply, she was completely average in every way but her sex, which was always prized among pachee breeders. Female pachee were always so rare, and Fiera was grateful to have as many as she did- though she always hoped for more when breeding her pachee. She had so many males- practically an army of them- that her five females could never measure up to their attentions. As a result, even the plainest looking female was valuable in her eyes, if just for the fresh blood she provided. Still, she knew she’d likely have to contact other breeders sooner or later to keep her lines healthy.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Feb 14, 2020 18:30:47 GMT -6
In terms of personality, Molly (or “Mollifying Touches” as Fiera wrote on all of her official documents) was… also completely average. Since buying her, Fiera had never had a single problem with the female. She was sweet but not cloying. Empathetic to other pachee, but not overbearing. She never took more than her share of food or bedding, but didn’t let others walk all over her. If she didn’t know better, Fiera would be a little concerned for her. However, the pachee female never showed any signs of distress or bullying, so she left her be. She wondered if the males would find her personality equally as disconcerting- all of her other females had some sort of spice to them. Would they even find her interesting? Fiera sighed out softly. Well, they were certainly going to find out today. There was no turning back after all, and you never knew how something would turn out until you actually tried it. Some of the breedings she had tried she expected absolute disaster for, and yet they turned out even better than she had thought, thoroughly proving her wrong. With some gentle encouragement, Fiera was sure that Molly would do just fine today.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Feb 14, 2020 18:31:02 GMT -6
The male she had brought today was named “A Late Harvest”, or Harvey for short. It was an apt name, in Fiera’s opinion. She had acquired him during the autumnal season as a well earned contest prize. He certainly matched the theme. Instead of the usual greenish rosettes on a brown background, Harvey’s markings were completely different. He had an off white pelt, with all sorts of cream, brown, and reddish markings blotched over his body. It was an unusual look for a pachee considering how ingrained those rosettes were in the genetics of most of his species. Despite Molly’s generic appearance, she was hoping that Harvey’s looks more than made up for it… if he could manage to pass any of it down. After all, young pachee tended to take after the appearance of their mothers, but the sex of their fathers, creating the gender population gap. Breeding them could be a bit difficult as a result, but Fiera always tried her best with it. She hefted his carrier a little higher, feeling the pachee shift around in it. It was carefully packed with blankets and soft toys, both to keep the pachee warm but also to keep him calm.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Feb 14, 2020 18:31:18 GMT -6
After all, in terms of personality, Harvey was… well, she hoped his offspring didn’t take after him in terms of that. He was quite the skittish creature, and Fiera had felt bad just dragging him out of the kennel, which he refused to leave under his own power. When she went to put him in the carrier, he had practically wrapped himself around her arm, breathing heavily, with his fur puffed out as far as it would go. Pachee didn’t have mouths and thus didn’t make any noises, but if they did she suspected he would have been screaming with anxiety. Fiera provided him with everything she could think of to keep him calm- his own personal blankets, his favorite toys, so on and so forth, but she wasn’t sure if any of that would actually get him to complete the breeding. She could only cross her fingers and hope. To be fair though, that was partially why she was pairing him up with Molly. Her calm, level headed personality may well be just what Harvey needed to calm down long enough to do what came naturally to him. Or she would just ignore him and go about her usual business while he laid there in a sad puddle.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Feb 14, 2020 18:31:33 GMT -6
Time would tell, but obviously Fiera had a clear preference between the two scenarios that were dancing around in her head. For now, the breeding center was fast approaching- the humanish had already passed the quest board, plastered as it was in pink and red vakrah invitations. Fiera curled her lip as she passed- she had already done a quest this month, and it didn’t turn out at all as she had been hoping. She would be giving it a pass for a while to be sure, at least until the holiday specific requests had died down. Focusing on breeding was a good way to pass the time. Her hurried pace wasn’t just out of excitement, of course. It was still February, and the weather was bitingly cold. Spending an extended amount of time out here wasn’t healthy in the slightest for her pets, especially ones that were part plant. So she picked up the pace, hustling through the drifts of snow that still remained. A few minutes later, and the breeding center finally passed into view from behind a few skeletal trees, and Fiera breathed out in relief. She could finally get herself and her pets out of this damnable cold.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Feb 14, 2020 18:31:49 GMT -6
She still felt the urge to gag as she approached though. The breeding center had… gotten into the season, she decided to call it. The building was normally gaudily colored as expected, but right now it was disgustingly so. Every window was plastered with pink and red hearts, advertisements for Vakrah specials and encouragements. She supposed that this time of year, with its romantically themed holiday, WOULD be the breeing center’s most busy time. Thank god she had a tendency to schedule her appointments well in advance. Fiera would hate to be someone who thought they could get a walk in on Vakrah. As expected, when she pushed open the door, she was met with a veritable wall of noise from the unusual quantity people milling about. She flattened her ears slightly in an attempt to reduce the noise, and immediately heard shifting from Harvey’s carrier. No doubt the intense volume and number of new smells was getting to him. “Shh, shh come on. Don’t be a baby.” Fiera said in what was an attempt at a comforting voice, jiggling his carrier with one hand. “We’ll be in and out in a minute, you’ll be fine.” She sighed, still feeling him shifting around.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Feb 14, 2020 18:32:04 GMT -6
Well, if her pets were getting stressed out, Fiera was hardly going to dilly dally. She shoved her way through the crowd, probably more rudely than she needed to, but what were they going to do, stop her? Fiera knew full well that she had a ‘fight me’ vibe, and very few people took her up on that thrown gauntlet. So instead she was just shot a few dirty glares as she bumped carriers and clipped shoulders, using her own pet carriers to push her way through to the front desk. “Hello there.” She said politely, lifting the carriers up. “Uh, there’s a l-” The receptionist tried to say, gesturing to the crowd of people who had already been waiting, but Fiera kept on talking. “I have Mollifying Touches and A Late Harvest here for a pachee breeding. I know I’m right on time- the two o clock appointment, I believe?” She said pointedly. The receptionist sighed, clearly not wanting to make a fight out of it, and quickly typed something up on her computer before a receipt popped out of the machine next to her. The receptionist ripped it off with pink colored nails and shoved it at Fiera.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Feb 14, 2020 18:32:18 GMT -6
“Yep, you’re on time. Room 10, on the right. Thanks for coming, have a good Vakrah.” The receptionist said flatly, before turning back to the customer that she had actually been attending to. Fiera didn’t respond, but made a mental note to consider leaving a poor review later. I mean really, she HAD made a reservation. Stil, she pushed through the double swinging doors into the heart of the facility, passing by several rooms on her way to her own. Each one had the sounds of playing pets within, further indicating how busy this place was today. Usually there was at least a couple rooms that were dark, for cleaning or repairs, but quick glances through the windows implied that most, if not all, were full. She shrugged and forged ahead, glad that she had made her own reservation well in advance. Soon enough, she was pulling open the door to room 10. The second she was in, she decided to not waste any time, to let the employees have a quick turnover. Immediately, she released her pachee onto the floor, popping open their carriers so they could explore. Harvey burst out in a fit of anxious energy, but Molly took her sweet time exploring her new surroundings.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Feb 14, 2020 18:32:32 GMT -6
The surroundings certainly were new. The whole room looked and smelled fresh- though Fiera suspected that they had been working hard on turning it over for each breeder all day. Soon, Molly crept over to Harvey, who was quivering in a pile of leaves. She sniffed gently at him before gently patting the other pachee with one paw. Slowly but surely, she was able to lure Harvey out into the open, equally curious about the other pachee. Her own calm nature seemed to have a soothing effect on him, and after a few minutes of gently circling each other, Harvey seemed as comfortable here as he was at home. Fiera sighed with relief- maybe this would be better than she thought. Soon enough, Harvey stood up on his hind legs, his tail pointing straight up in the air. Fiera held her breath, hoping that he was doing what she thought he was. She exhaled with relief as he began slapping it on the floor, releasing a cloud of pollen into the air. Molly hardly seemed bothered as the powdery substance floated around them, still looking into his eyes as it dusted her face. The air of it all almost seemed… romantic.
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Post by Renathan on Feb 14, 2020 19:07:39 GMT -6
Looks like sometimes the natural gene heritability of a male is... spotty at best!
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