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Post by Flare on Apr 19, 2020 11:49:25 GMT -6
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Post by Flare on May 26, 2020 12:17:59 GMT -6
”PUPPY!!!” The excited shriek of young child. Flare had to hold on tight to the struggling butter of puppy as he came closer to Cortana’s home. Siri was outside playing with her own rakai, and both of them surged upon him, the puppy and Shabh, who warmly greeted with a woof and a wagging tail. “Mama, scary lizard got a puppy!”
“Oh Siri, he’s not a scary lizard, for the last time. Hello Flare. Its nice to see you again.” From indoors came Cortana, shadowed by Petunia. While the humans socialized, the three rakai greeted each other with noses and sniffing.
Your pack has grown. The older black hound noted, angling her head to the three humans giving the puppy lavish attention, and her taking in all of it. ALL OF IT.
Much energy. Everywhere. He agrees. Likes to chew on my wings. Was that a smirk with that glint of teeth from the female? Poppy had her chew ball in her grip, just listening to the two conversating. She had about reached Shabh’s size, but about half a shoulder shorter. She’d filled out well, and healthily. Good.
“I would like to leave my puppy with you for bit. Shabh needs... alone time.” He wasn’t badly reacting to the puppy’s presence, which was good. But he needed to separate some territory and prepare more land.
“Yes of course. She’s very cute. I’ve heard the houlou puppies are very high energy.” Cortana agreed, scratching the puppy’s crown with her fingers. “What is her name?” He had to think on this a minute or so... for some reason he kept thinking of Gr names.
“Grendel.” A nod, and they left the aforenamed Grendel for the day to get used to children, other rakai and other humans. He and Shabh were off to the river for a cooloff. Perhaps to learn how to swim.
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Post by Flare on May 26, 2020 12:45:03 GMT -6
He’d never seen a natural body of water that wasn’t an oasis lake or something man and beast had carved out of the sand and cliffs. The river drew the humanish tumaian like a moth to flame. The glimmer of the water, the spread of liquid over land... it was mesmerizing. Until he practically fell over Shabh who stood in his path.
{Why?} He asked the hound, who didn’t move from being beneath him. It was a fuzzy sense of disapproval. Which didn’t make sense to him. {Not that clumsy.} Sense of falling, but static. Unusual. {Shabh, move back. This not comforting.} The hound sighed, and backed out from under him. Flare winced with the scales dragging across his bare skin like that. The fire wasn’t ignited, so that was good. WHen he managed to be on his knees and rubbing his chest, the rakai whined and nosed the fresh drag marks on him. {It does not hurt. Fine.} He wanted to go to the river, but at a slower pace now. Ow, the scale marks.
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Post by Flare on May 26, 2020 12:58:47 GMT -6
If there were any other reasoning to go to the water today, it was getting warm. The heat of mid year was coming. Perhaps he could bring the hounds down to splash about and play for a time in the water. But did dogs even remotely know how to swim? As a note of out of character, Flare does not know that rakai were manufactured by the labs as well, even for the special breeds like Shabh. Possibly. He recalled seeing some children and their hounds having fun in a fountain once or twice in his youth. Even brought a net to try and find something. Wasn’t sure what though. Someone else had sold it to him, and it had a long handle for catching small things. Perhaps they could catch a meal. Something Flare didn’t know how to do (yay sheltered kid in the desert) was fish. Or swim.
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Post by Flare on May 26, 2020 14:53:16 GMT -6
The hound went down to the water first, sniffing the gravel and sand that lined the waters edge. He’d never seen a large body of water either. It was... so big. The wind carried across the water, no trees to hold it back, ruffled his fur and made his scales stand up. It didn’t LOOK dangerous. But his alpha, his two leg alpha, had a habit of tripping on anything. Must be that skinny pale leg. The other one didn’t give easily. From what the rakai could tell. Maybe because when he smelled it, it made his senses tingle. He looked back and woofed at his alphak who came walking slowly down to the shore. It was suprisingly treeless in this area. Maybe he should be looking for someplace with more shade. Shabh sniffed at the water, nosed it briefly and backed off with a yip. Cold!
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Post by Flare on May 27, 2020 0:04:52 GMT -6
The shock of cold on his face caught Flare completely by surprise, forcing another stumble, and catching himself by the cane-staff. What on earth had happened?! He saw Shabh back off, shaking his head and wide eyed with surprise. On his nose in specific was the cold shock. Wait... had he felt the rakai’s sense of cold? Was this normal? He came down to the shore, feeling the grit of the sand and gravel beneath his sandal shifting and disrupting his balance again. While having two working legs was good, being this clumsy wasn’t.
This would be something to find out. But he also had the inner feeling that this felt completely right. Sensing something besides that of his companion. Maybe it was the dragon blood in the rakai that prompted this. No... but Shabh was his constant companion.
While he could feel the little inchings of confusion and worry on his mind’s eye, Shabh chose to taste the water, then jump in the shallows up to his pawkles. Paw ankles. Get it?
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Post by Fiera Ferella on May 27, 2020 21:06:59 GMT -6
 Watch out for this little critter while splashing around in the shallows- it's sharp! |
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Post by Flare on May 31, 2021 15:04:28 GMT -6
  
The deal is quick, as they'd communicated by mail over the past week. Flare handed off Lisan's rope, Shabh by his side sizing up the snooty acting baakir to the stranger. In return, Percy the puppy plants his big paws up on the humanish's knees, his whole body wiggling with excitement. Yarp yarp! A quick nod and they both turn around and go separate ways. Well, the baakir is his problem now.
Shabh knows his humanish has been avoiding being in close contact with him over the last few months, or acting like a snapped closed shut shell. Why? Because for some reason he could tell when the animal was happy or sad or just emotion. It didn't make sense as Shabh felt it right back. But the tumaian wasn't avoiding him today. He has a palm of treats on him at least. The puppy who is bigger then he was at that age (when did he start thinking himself older), bounces left and right, yapping loudly. The humanish makes words. Humor. Excitement of seeing the puppy well. The puppy jumps forth and stops when he sees the bigger rakai. Looking at his big feet, then up up UP.
Flare decided to take them to the river. The last time he’d been here, the water was much lower, and thats what he expected now. He was wrong.
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Post by Flare on Jun 2, 2021 6:03:20 GMT -6
The river ran wide and fast, no longer the lazy drifts of glassy water in the chill of spring. Likely very deep as well. Unease. fast water. Rivers didn't EXIST in the desert. Mannah didn't run fast and wide; if you were lucky, there was an oasis on your trek to or from the city. Protected by the scaleskin ssa. Those dont' have any current whatsoever. More unease.
Shabh had been here once before. The change in the rushing water didn't seem to phase him at all, even though he hadn't gotten in it. But the unease of his alpha did not help in the situation of a worried rumble as he rubs his coarser feeling furry body alongside the humanish's living leg. Worry? Reassurance. His tail does a lazy sort of wag, he's interested in the water, but the sound of fast water doesn't make his alpha happy. The puppy on the other hand, is very curious about fast running water. He wants to just jump right in and play! He swings his head back and forth in a sideways motion, seeing everything. Lifting his head as he sniffs the air, then puts the nose to the ground. Pulling his sitters of two and four legs along with surprising strength. Good thing his lead wasn't a neck collar.
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Post by Flare on Jun 2, 2021 6:16:24 GMT -6
{Where are you taking us, Percy?} Flare asks as he fights to hold onto the lead, Shabh trotting alongside him, a literal barrier between him and the fast water. The puppy clearly doesn't answer him, and continues to tug them forward, weaving back and forth in a zig zag formation. Shabh questions the pup's surge of energy. Where are we going, he woofs.
Seecret place! slow water! Many times go. Go with master. The pup yips as he finds the 'sense' smell of his master's bootprints, barely indentations in the sandy dirt but Percy's master has a 'smell' to him that makes everyone scared, but it excites him. He found the smell! Surging forward again, he nearly pulls himself out of grip as he fights sand to go forward. Down the stream and off into the trees?
Slow water? When he'd come to big water with his alpha, the older rakai remembered it being much smaller. Slower. Lazier almost. Lazy water? He makes sure to keep himself between big fast water and his clumsy alpha. Who is pratically stumbling along, holding tight to the pup's lead. Slow down pup, alpha can't keep up. he barks out at the youngling, only for them all to near crash into each other through the treeline.
We here!
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Post by Flare on Jun 2, 2021 6:25:16 GMT -6
The roots of Flare's prosthetic foot nearly catch on a thick root as he is pulled into the clearing. "Nestled between the larger river and two smaller streams was a piece of elevated ground, edged with large boulders along the shoreline, just below a small slope. A few quick step-jumps down the decline and they stop among the grassy outcrop. It's mostly a few bare rocks jutting out of a slow-moving flood, the trees hanging onto the banks for dear life as it's flanked on either side, as the river has swollen its deltas three times its original size." The outcrop has a good foot and a half of space between the muddy bank of a now undulating stream of water, that slowly moves away from the river itself. Percy yips with excitement and taking full advantage of the surprise of his sitter, pulls himself free and starts sniffing around. Familiar tree, familiar rock... where were the boots... Sniff sniff sniff sniff, he wanders around, his lead getting wet and crusted with mud and sand as he drags along.
Flare doesn't realize how lucky of a space this is, as its quite a bit slower then the rest of the current that separated them from the city limits. Nor does Shabh, who watches the puppy's action with... keen interest.
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-description of space from Edan's thread, a place Percy recognizes by smell, he's been here three times in different seasons
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Post by Flare on Jun 2, 2021 6:31:08 GMT -6
Nor does he know specifically why the little rakai is so excited to be here of all places. Its the edge of a running stream. Had he been here with the man in the hat? Or was this just a happy memory of early puppyhood. Regardless, he steps onto the grassy outcrop, looking over the isolated space. It was quiet here, with birds singing and the occasional sounds of wind rustling leaves, branches and water lapping the shore. Completely unique sounds in comparision of what he knows.
Bark bark! Percy looks up from his sniffing and barks at his sitters. Come! I find thing! Masters been here! I've been here! He's excited, digging in the sand. Shabh's head angles a bit in confusion as he comes up to where the pup is digging in the mud, a thin sliver of near transparent material is here. Come human! Come find Master's thing! He doesn't stop barking until Flare comes up too, and with nosing at his hands to pull at the strange thing in the sand, pulls free a broken fishing line with a half eaten lure. Someone had been here. Did he recognize the smell on it? Possibly.
Shabh didn't smell specifically what the pup was after though.
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Post by Flare on Jun 2, 2021 12:30:41 GMT -6
’He’s going to scare away all the fish with all this barking.’ Flare thought as he carefully picked his way down the incline to join the two canines down by the mud. Without sliding down on his butt, thank you. He curls his wooden root toes into the packed incline as he descends, hoping for a bit of a grip. Its not even that much a descent, but when you are used to sand shifting under your feet… bark bark bark! And there he went again. Disapproval. Focus on climbing down.
Shabh puts his paw down on the piece of iridescent line, nosing the younger pup away from it. He doesn’t get it, why does the pup smell so familiar. No more barking, you are going to scare the fish. He grunts as a woof, less of a growl. He doesn’t want to scare the little puppy after all. Its like now that he’s not afraid, the pup has no fear. He drops into a playful crouch. bark bark bark! Play with me! And tries to surge towards the water.
Alarm. Dual alarm. A clatter of bone as Shabh pounces forward and plants his bigger paws on the lead trailing behind the puppy. Who stops short when hauled backwards. He’s not a stupid dog, he’s on a lead himself, although his alpha dropped it on going downwards. WHine… wanna go in water! The pup splashes his paws in the mud, splattering them both.
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Post by Flare on Jun 2, 2021 12:42:01 GMT -6
Relief. Thank. He can feel the gratitude of his alpha as he finally reaches more solid ground. Worry of pup drowning. Ah, that was the problem. Taking the muddy lead in his teeth, Shabh has to pull pretty hard to drag the stubborn pup back off the mud up to his alpha and tilt his head up so he can take the lead away from him. Mud tastes terrible Like wet dirt. Blech. Once freed of his burden, the rakai goes to the water’s edge and gives the moving surface a few experimental licks before drinking. Muddy, but still filling. No thank you pup. the splattered mud is drying on his fur, and feels itchy under the scaling. He puts his paw into the water… its cold! Shock! backing up a few steps, he shakes his paw out. Fear. He looks back, seeing his alpha pick at his own grippy paw, looking shocked again.
Surprise. Calm. Fine. He’s not used to being hooked into his dog’s emotional spectrum, but unlike avoiding him, Flare resolved himself to try. Shabh had been with him through some of the worse parts of his life in the past year and rejecting a new ability from growing up would be rejecting the animal himself. Reassurance. He isn’t paying attention when Percy surges forward for the water again, pulling the lead from his fingers again.
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Post by Flare on Jun 2, 2021 23:55:09 GMT -6
Alarm. Panic. The pup was headed for the water. And even if he jumped forward, the humanish knew he wouldn't catch him in time. "Swim!" he cries out, and tries to catch him anyways. Percy hears loud noise from his sitter as he splashes out into not mud but water. The ground leaves under his paws as he strikes out... and starts...to paddle. Waving his paws underwater as he goes around in literal circles. The young rakai's nose doesn't always stay above water and he sneezes more then once before the older rakai splashes out to join him, and starts nosing him back to land, grumbling loud enough for him to hear. Disapproval. Scare. Swimming?! His own paws spread out as he's nosing the pup along from behind to try and head for land. He can propel forward more then just random splashes. It takes some doing for the older rakai to nose the other ashore because he just wants to circle and cicle and do nothing else.
They're both exhausted by the time he gets Percy to shore, with a less gentle face forward, trying not to poke him with his nose horn. They are both soaking wet.
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