It's a long while before anything happens, the man almost losing interest halfway through. He straightens from time to time, stretching the neck and back and letting the net rest more loosely, before focusing back in. Nothing. Not even a small piece of debris drifting by to snag with the net. The wait is long enough that even the pup eventually loses interest in the shoreline and wanders back inland, towards the base of the tree, where it curls up to sleep. Lucky little bastard.. If he was to fall asleep anywhere random the other citizens would be quick to call out all sorts of names and assorted titles. The pup does it and every soul within breathing distance would coo and aww.
Admittedly, he is also much smarter than the pup and knows it's not a great survival instinct to fall asleep anywhere it isn't safe (Sometimes it's not even a good idea in places where you are safe..). If nothing else, at least it gives him some time of relative peace and quiet.
It is not long before he's resigned himself to simply sitting on the rock, head leaned into a hand that rests on a bent knee. The tail behind him twitches idly (Mildly annoyed), but he keeps watch. He likes to think himself a patient man, at least in comparison to many others (And in terms of where it actually matters). A few passer-bys come and go, but the courier persona doesn't much flinch - there's no need to, it's as much part of Aedryn's show as it is his, at the moment.
Eventually something snags - to the line, rather than the net. The branch creaks subtly as the force yanks on the line, and something beneath the hat twitches involuntarily towards the noise, not dissimilar to the sleeping pup's ear. His head turns and see the line being pulled along in the water. Not really dragged, but more like.. drifting with a weight. He pulls the net out of the water and stands, hopping to the shoreline, where the line is tied to the branch.
The tug isn't strong enough to pull the line apart, so he simply lifts it out of the water. Something bright red seems to have tangled in the line, though the shimmering green lure is long-gone. There's a confused frown as he pulls the line towards him and picks up the strange tangle at the end, inspecting it closer. Part of the line is slightly fraying, as if something bit or tore off the lure. The remaining line is tangled around something he doesn't quite know how to name - a rock? A plant? One of those 'cor-all' things the sailors once talked about?
No, this one is a bit softer to the tough, more plant-like. As far as natural order goes, most likely not edible, given the vibrant colouration, but he throws it into the bucket all the same. If nothing else, the fish have something to nibble on, presuming they even preferred plants to, well, other fish (But in his head he makes a note to look up a cookbook of the area. Strange places have stranger foods, especially if the local flora and fauna doesn't exactly qualify as 'normal').
He rather doubts any of the other creatures would be much interested in the plant, save perhaps the horse (And even then, doubtful). With the line shorter than before, albeit not by much, he inspects it for any other wears of tears, thankfully finding none. Good, means it's useful for another few tries, at least. Looking into the small bag, the options for bait and lures are starting to run dangerously low, but there's enough still left for the day (And it would be a right interesting challenge to throw the courier into a shop. In so far it's only ever been the knight, but if the courier is to stick to fishing, it's best to have him be the face for the resupply of said fishing items as well).
Among the remaining dregs, he picks out another of the green lures and attaches it to the line. The jingling of metallic parts against the hook cause the pup to stir, spurning an instinctual reaction for him to suddenly freeze and attach the lure much more quietly. The moment passes as soon as he notices it, and the man spends a good several seconds questioning the attachment.
He doesn't consider himself a sentimental man (Even if he's honest enough to realize it's been a trap fallen into on a few occasions), much less towards beasts that would rather avoid him half the time. The pup is young enough to be insolent nearly the entire time it's awake (So he assures himself its practical to remain quiet and allow it to continue sleeping), and can still be a handful the rest. But.. if he is to survive here, he'll have to get with the program and learn how to deal with these.. creatures and their weird overly powerful genetics. Largely whether he wants to or not.
So, as quietly as he could, he attaches the lure to the line and lets it drop back into the water with hardly a sound. Picking up the net, he takes position on the rocks again, lowering it into the low-tide stream and gets ready to wait a long, long while.. again. At least the weather is fair that day, if not a bit chilly from the onset of autumn.
For a time, there is nothing but the babbling of the low-tide stream, the whistling of a faint wind through the yellow leaves of the tree.. and the quiet snoring of the pup. It's almost peaceful, in a way (Though he has never been much for sitting around and doing nothing. Resting is one thing, but half the time there's all too much to do than to simply lounge about). Peaceful, and empty.. The lack of people wandering the streams makes him wonder if perhaps the season has changed enough as to not really have anything worth a catch any more. To be sure, the stream was reportedly full of game any time of the year, even the dead of winter (Or so the rumours went), but the types of the game could vary, and he hardly has a purpose for clams and shells (He never did get used to oysters, much less caviare. There was just something.. off.. about their taste).
One sound did come through the tranquil stillness, as the bags shift slightly from where he has left them. Not because anything has touched them, but rather the wind picks up at an angle to gently tug on the flaps and reveal the inside. From within, green eyes peer back from among the darkness, and shadows slowly pool out.
Ah.. That thing is awake now. Well.. not so much 'awake', as 'actionable'. He has never dealt with ghosts (Aside ones inside one's own mind), much less shadows (Likewise with exception), but this thing doesn't strike him as one to have 'needs' as such. And a beast that doesn't have any needs is a beast that is hard to control, because you have no way of motivating them. He is still far-fetched from being what they call a "trainer" in these parts, but the concepts (As far as he is able to tell) aren't perhaps all that different to how it works with humans - you figure out what the thing wants, and play to it. After a while they grow to like you, might even protect you.
This wasn't the case with the shadow. The pup could be bribed with food, but the shadow just.. lingered. Something drew it to him, but that very same thing keeps it at bay as well (Probably that very same things all animals can't seem to get over). The man watches the shadow seep forth, considering, and then retreating back into the bag. It has a mind, whatever it is, that much he has figured out. He's just not sure how 'smart' that mind is yet..
If he's lucky, it might have ambitions. (Now those we could play to).
"Keep out of trouble," he rumbles towards the lurker, with only slim hope this one can understand. After the dragon at the Temple, he's learned to be more cautious about what to expect from these beasts, as not all of them could be quite so dim as he's used to seeing them as. (Back home they certainly never had this problem. Not after the dragons were wiped out, and even so, not all the scholars agreed on how "smart" those beasts even were. The fact they were overcome so easily and totally seemed to suggest not very). The shadow offers no reply, of course, but the pup does react to the sound through it's sleep, ears twitching before it rolls over to the other side.
A close call on waking it, though that's just a question of time. For now, the man focuses back on that shallow pool of theirs and notices a spot of colour - a bit of red deeper down, against the paler sand. Hello.. Something trying to crawl along, it seems. He rises from his sitting into a crouch and slowly lowers the net into the water, angling to scoop up the creature. It's not moving very fast, whatever it is..
In fact, it is barely moving at all. Crawling, perhaps, but otherwise making little to no headway. Once he scoops it out and has a closer look at the shape in the net, it explains some thing.. but not quite everything - a weird looking sea creature, certainly not something you find in lakes or shallow seas. A star in shape, but each tendril moving on its own. Some of his teachers had had books with drawings of these, and one scholar even had a dried out one they carried around as a specimen, but the living thing is certainly a lot more.. squishy. "Huh," he murmurs, and stands, heading over to the bucket where the rest are. If nothing else, it's at least novel.
The shadow has crept its way to the bucket in the meantime, and it scatters towards the tree as soon as he gets too close, putting the pup between itself and him. Strangely easily spooked, for something so embodied by the concept. (He doesn't mind. Never does, really. The beasts have been doing it for as long as he remembers, so it's stranger to find one that wont). He untangles the starfish and lets it drop into the water of the bucket, as it slowly falls to the bottom and starts it's slow crawl there. Ah, hmm.. Might need to keep an eye on this one, if it can climb walls..
Whether it's the breath of cold or the motion of the leaves around, the motion to hide behind stirs the pup into wakefulness. He gives a surprised yip and raises his head, biting at something in the air that it can't quite see or make up (More instinct than anything). In response, the shadow blends deeper into the ground, to be essentially indistinguishable from the grass to normally eyes. To the man's eyes, less so - his eyes never really had trouble with darkness and shadows, so to finally see one that he can't see through is more telling than anything. And the pup, too, wouldn't have that problem, if study is to be believed, not that it means he has enough sense to realize that.
Instead, the pup simply rolls onto his stomach and yawns wide, seeming half-asleep still. Using the remaining shreds of respite before the thing starts to get active again, the man checks the lines and finds the lure gone. Ah.. So there is still something in the water that can snatch them. Promising, if not a little annoying it was able to do so without shaking the line. No matter.. He brings around another of the lures, sets the line again and lets it drop in the water. Then, grabs the pole and heads back to the perch on the low rocks, lowering it into the water.
The stream bubbles on by without much eventfulness, though the man keeps his eyes trained none the less. It's overcast enough in the day that the sunlight doesn't sparkle back from the shifting surface enough to blind him, and the eyes are well adjusted enough to darkness to spot shapes and movement among the deeper nooks of the river's shallows. In one such nook, there's movement, then stillness. He focuses in on it, shifting the posture to slowly move the net closer to the area. The rippling water still blur details, but something lumpy and gray moves along the riverbed. To many eyes it could be nothing more than a rock, but his sight can spot the shapes of something fin-like in the shadows beneath.
A little closer.. a little closer.. The net inches towards it, bit by bit. Slow enough to avoid seeming threatening, but in continuous motion in case the fish makes a run for it. Finally, when it's just close enough, he makes a quick and sudden swing towards it, then yanks the net out of the water.
The pull is heavy and the net wobbles as the fish is caught within. No sooner does it break the surface that it begins to thrash and splash the water around it, causing both pup and shadow to focus towards the noise.
It's a lot heavier than he anticipated, and if it weren't for the fact it was thrashing about, he would have almost expected it to be truly made of stone. "C'mon.." he grimaces as the water splashes every where, face included, and pulls the fish all the way out of the river. "You don't have to struggle long, settle down.." Half-shielding himself from the water spray, half-balancing along the rocks, he eventually manages to get the fish in the net to the bucket. A moment more passes of untangling the damned thing, before he's able to dump it into the bucket.
A breath of relief escapes then, as he wiped the water from his face. That's rather the problem with keeping them alive and fresh, he feels.. If they were for immediate food, it wouldn't be all too difficult to subdue them with a variety of tools. But taking them alive and unharmed meant jumping through more difficulty hoops in the process. He checks the net for any damage or entanglement, then turns back to the lines. To the side, two pairs of eyes stare back at him, both almost the same manner of green, if it weren't for the fact one set of eyes is mostly a suggestion of form, rather than physical fact.
No sooner does his glance land on the pup in particular that there's a perk to the ears, a slight twitch to the tail and the thread of a canine smile.
Zenjesi: Hey Silv - how do you pronounce Kodakai?
Nov 17, 2023 18:23:56 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: Not to mention the baby mosca with wolf skin from Elvye and the sparkling owl of Xentus. <3
Nov 14, 2023 10:27:52 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: I like the Donnor one not just with looks FF, but the description, funny as heck.
Nov 14, 2023 10:26:27 GMT -6
Zenjesi: yours both made me laugh, FF! They're very expressive
Nov 13, 2023 21:57:46 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: Woooow Twilight, I love that witch drawing!!! :0 It's so pretty! And Zenjesi I think Spectral is my favorite out of yours lol. Just looks happy to be included. and silver now i wanna know which pets youd pick for the other legendary beasts. XD
Nov 13, 2023 21:37:45 GMT -6
Silver: Ah I'm so glad you guys enjoyed it! I love everyone's drawings they're all so cute. ;o;
Nov 13, 2023 17:31:37 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: I like that one as well yeah, loved the old nootnoot image from quest prizes, so that one went perfectly with that particular costume being based around it. X3
Nov 13, 2023 15:23:13 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: The jewelry on tail or at the head definitely tends to be their most recognizable feature for a Mosca, and sadly their pharaoh chin piece as well. XD
Nov 13, 2023 15:21:07 GMT -6
Zenjesi: Your peanut costume is hilarious and adorable too!
Nov 13, 2023 15:14:29 GMT -6
Zenjesi: Yes you're correct! I guess I did a decent enough job with the drawing!
Nov 13, 2023 15:05:27 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: It still looks good on Synkka. She is a shaman Mosca I'm guessing? Its mostly the tail that makes me think of it.
Nov 13, 2023 15:00:42 GMT -6
Zenjesi: I definitely like Spectral's the most too! I sort of cheated by drawing Synkka with a cloak because I do not know how to draw feathered wings, haha ^^'
Nov 13, 2023 13:45:15 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: Which one do you like the most out of the three you made?
Nov 13, 2023 12:09:48 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: Thanks for that compliment! Though I know with the water it doesn't look entirely great, I love the latter one I made the most.
Nov 13, 2023 12:09:30 GMT -6