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Post by Flare on May 1, 2020 11:20:43 GMT -6
He hadn't much time to get settled into the garden area. Because he wasn't entirely prepared on getting a second carnivore so soon, the unexpected choice put a few things into perspective. A, where would the pup sleep? It would grow quickly and outgrow the basket fast. Right? B, did he have enough food stored up to feed the creature? He saw the bundle in the basket yawn once, with tiny white needles in its maw. Less... numerous, but Shabh's teeth were fully grown in, and not something he'd prefer to be on the wrong side of. C, would Shabh even accept having the puppy in his territory? The plot of his home wasn't large at all, and all of it was Shabh's territory, for the most part. Not something he'd considered either. Feeding, sleeping, playing... would he need a new batch of toys just for puppies? "Yo, dr-uh...wait. Who are you?" Ah... oh no. 1 x.20
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Post by Flare on May 1, 2020 11:34:16 GMT -6
The mammalian of some sort of monkeyish blood tipped his ranger's hat back, his furry face disfigured with confusion with a partially open mouth and squinted eyes. "Who're you?" he points at the tumaian youth in puzzlement. "This ain't your garden plot." Straightening up from setting down the random item he'd been handling next to the puppy's basket, Flare turned around to face the Warden. If anything should be recognizable about him, it probably be the big fresh gash in his face and the tail, right? "Hello Warden." he greets the creature politely and traditionally. The mammalian's eyes travel from the distinctly not monster feet all the way up the overly skinny figure to his human face, marred with a very fresh looking wound. The tooth around his neck... The cogs in his head turned and turned... "Flare." he points at himself, with clawless fingers. Click. "Oh... well. Um. Not so much a dragon man with a plan anymore, right?" he grins awkwardly. 2 x.20
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Post by Flare on May 1, 2020 11:40:50 GMT -6
He shakes his head no. "Ye- um, weren't around for a few months, so I was checkin' in to see if dragon men hibernated or not. But yer not, and yer not hibernating so... yeah." This wasn't easy for either to get over really. "WARDS, ARE YOU QUITE FINISHED? I WOULD LIKE TO KEEP LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO HELP ME WITH MY GARDEN AGAIN." A high pitched reedy voice called from beyond the fence. The warden visibly winces, he'd forgotten that again. "Coming Crannie ma'm." Flare's reach stops when he hears that name. Crannie? The old goat who had given him the bonsai? "I was checkin' in to see if the dragon guy from last time is here to help you, since you were so interested in findin' him again so... he's right here!" Footfalls fade as he gets farther away, and comes back, leading the braided white goat back. Still stooped, still being led ahead by anyone else. {Hello elder Crannie.} Flare addresses the goat when she's within earshot. The basket beside him yips briefly and kicks. 3 x.20
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Post by Flare on May 1, 2020 11:51:47 GMT -6
In a surprising display of agility, the white goat granny pulls her caned hoof free of the warden and hobbles up to the fence. {WELL WELL, YOU'RE STILL AROUND. WARDS WASN'T CERTAIN YOU WERE STILL IN THE CITY ANYMORE. TOLD HIM I STILL WANTED TO FIND YOU, DEARIE, IF POSSIBLE. YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB FINDING MY CRYSTAL LAST YEAR. AND THAT HORRIBLE OLD NYSSA IS BACK, AND TRYING WRECK MY GARDEN.} she gabbles happily at a mile a minute. She really must have bad sight if she didn't stop and double check whether she was talking to the same person or not. Only one other person he'd met in the time of being in the city actually spoke Tumai as well. {I'M WILLING TO OFFER YOU SOMETHING GOOD AGAIN IF YOU HELP ME OUT?} {I can assist.} He'd not much to do right now anyhow. {Allow me to prepare, I will be ready in short time.} He'd have no choice but to bring the puppy... 4 x.20
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Post by Flare on May 1, 2020 11:58:14 GMT -6
As he gathered a bit of supplies into his shoulder pouch, the tumaian wondered just why the nyssa, the walking tree, was so keen on wrecking this garden in particular. Especially for a second time. First theft, now destruction? Perhaps the little dryad knew something.... if he could find her. He wasn't nearly as prepared this time around, and had a baby animal to keep an eye on, who to his dismay, appeared to be waking up a bit. This wasn't how he intended to get them to learn to like each other, but he'd bring Shabh along anyway. The goat granny had turned away and was insisting that this was the right person to the warden, who tried and failed to convince her at least once that she was looking for a DRAGON, not for a human. Really didn't quite believe him, did he. This is why someone kept paperwork. Or some folks didn't even care. The flap closing on his bag, he called for Shabh. 5 x.20 2/5
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Post by Flare on May 1, 2020 12:04:15 GMT -6
enter Shabh 33/41
The weather of warm sun felt much better then waking up wet and having something trapping him in his barrel. Lounging in a patch of sunlight, the rakai enjoyed the feeling of warmth seeping through his black scales. Just the picture of relaxed dog here. Nothing to do other then sleep today. He liked sleeping in the sun, and not getting wet. But his alpha's soft bark of come came to his ear and he woke up. Yawned, stretched, and got to his feet, s haking himself awake. The bone wings clicked and clattered a bit as he walked, folding them close to his back. His alpha had something swung over his front limbs, and holding something to. How do you walk with holding in front paws, you need all paws to walk. He is talking, and something... sinister nips at Shabh's senses. He looks at the fence, and sees a mass of white hair, baa'ing loudly. And what looked like an oversized squirrel with no leaf tail, who smelled and sounded distressed. Another smell next to his alpha. Puzzled, the rakai came forward, and smelled the object in his alpha's hands. It squirmed. Bright red eyes widen in surprise. What was this? 6 x.20
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Post by Flare on May 1, 2020 13:48:13 GMT -6
{Tell me dearie, how is your dear orbaru faring? Did she do well in the winter?} Crannie asked as he had gathered supplies. {She didn't fare badly. I... went away in late winter. She and my garden were cared for by friend.} To be honest except for the fact she'd been hiding a lot, Cortana's family never mentioned the orbaru being good or bad. He barely touched her. {Hides a lot.} The goat granny thinks for a bit as she listens, her floppy ears slightly tossed aside so she could hear better. {I've been...busy.} The sounds of paws, much heavier paws then what an orbaru can manage, make her pause until she hears breathing. Something about as large as she was. She sniffs the air, and smells... dog. Flare's watching as she's almost nose to nose with Shabh, who sniffs her back... the odd flare on the spine flickering a bit. {Y' got youerself a dog!} she steps back a step from the fence. Shabh exhales through his nose, his muzzle wrinkles a bit. He'd never smelled another creature like THAT. He looks to his alpha, who is making bark noises at the baain'g thing. But what caught his attention more was the basket that was squirming. Was that fur?! 7 x.20
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Post by Flare on May 1, 2020 20:41:21 GMT -6
{Two dogs.} he corrects her, just loud enough for her to hear him. {Shabh, the big one, does not harm the orbaru. She avoids him, but he does not understand why.} Probably because of being a cat-rabbit thing? Dogs chased cats and rabbits. Even dragon hounds. His hound's pointed yet blocky head presently busied itself out with snuffling at the basket. Nosing at the warm furry lump in the basket. It wiggled, making puppylike noises. Cocking his head to one side, Shabh pawed the blankets. The fur, originally light, now was dark, but a head was attached. He didn't understand. It squirmed and whined, kicking thin legs into the blanket. Finally seeming to wake, and blink open big brown eyes. The eyes blinked a few times before the puppy thing arched into a stretch, yawning widely. Raising its head up, it looked up at the giant black and brown animal with horns and scales and promptly sneezed. Shabh took a step backwards in surprise. He leaned into his alpha's side, giving a brief whine. A woof. A bark. Flare looks down at him. Well this wans't how he invisioned htis. Crouching down carefully, he sets his staff-cane down, and reaches into the basket for the puppy. Time to meet. 8 x.20
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Post by Flare on May 1, 2020 22:44:01 GMT -6
To clear up a bit of confusion; Crannie isn't blind. She can see vague shapes. Like being in pea soup fog constantly. Her hearing and her sense of smell have heightened to make up for the lack of sight. She isn't making a noise while she hears this figure who spoke Tumai like the young dragon man she'd talked into helping her last year interact with two canine creatures just out of shape sight. Her sense of smell is catching the smell of dog, of fire?! and of earth. A lot of earth. Dirt, wood, even the smell of human hair? Odd smell. Her hoofed fingers grip a bit tighter onto her cane as she listens. Might just be the herd animal mentality, but she'd never been loving of the canid species of the world, even when young and able to see the world. Two dogs. {You can bring the mmm-dogs along with you dearie, to the garden. Just make sure they don't mess with my plants, and take care of that nyssa, once and for all, yes?} She sounded quite willing for the tree to just burn up. Wrong thing to thinkg about. He really needed to find the dryad. She might possess some answers. 9 x.20
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Post by Flare on May 1, 2020 22:51:10 GMT -6
{This is new friend Shabh. Keep you company.} he tells the rakai, holding the waking puppy as he would a small child. Totally the wrong way. Underneath the arms and letting the bulk of its chubby body hang loose, barely touching the blankets. For the dragon hound hadn't been around puppies since being one himself. The puppy in question was chubby and disportioned, to him. With very long ears that went to the paws and a long tail that had no scales. He sniffed it, towering over the little thing in his alpha's paws. he could smell his alpha's tension, the tautness in how his front limbs held the puppy. Was he afraid? Was that fear smell? The puppy smelled like puppy, but there... was a strange smell that he could smell off his alpha too. It was... staticy. Like rolling in his blanket and nudging something that gave him a zap that hurt. the puppy opened sleepy hazel eyes, blinking in the light. To see a massive blocky face in their view. Long muzzle, black and brown, with curious red eyes, but jutting things poking out from behind upward ears. It was BIG. The puppy and Shabh looked at each other for several minutes. The puppy's tail wagged briefly as it wiggled its head forth and licked Shabh's nose with a tiny tongue. He didn't expect this, wide eyed at the friendly gesture. His head bows, and sniffs the puppy's posterior... huh. Female. his tail wags too. 10 3/6, 34/42 x.20
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Post by Flare on May 2, 2020 11:14:11 GMT -6
Flare's hands lower the puppy back into the basket in sheer relief. Not every adult...younger adult animal interacted well with babies, or even puppies. The brown headed puppy yawned again, looking around eagerly with a lolling pink tongue and an eagerness to explore. This wasn't territory? Where was she? {Very sweet of you dearie, having a puppy for your bigger dog to care for.} Crannie'd been briefly forgotten in the introduction, but she didn't seem to mind? From what he could see? {Now I do insist that nyssa is dealt with.} {Yes, I will help you. They come with me though.} She acknowledges this and Flare gathers up the basket with the puppy and beckons Shabh to follow him. To memory, granny Crannie's garden borderlined the magical mansion. If its the same nyssa who'd been there last year... the vivid memory of, not an enormous tree snake, but a terrifying dryadlike creature came to his mind. His posture stiffens a bit while carrying the puppy's basket under one arm, and using his cane-staff in another. He wasn't a spooked dragonling after all. The hum of the magic in his veins seemed to be guiding him towards the garden, or the mansion. Why though. 11 x.20
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Post by Flare on May 2, 2020 11:50:23 GMT -6
Why was the nyssa active again in the gardens. Had the giant tree snake been stolen from again? He had to think hard on that one, for he couldn't quite remember what exactly had been stolen. Besides that. He clearly recalled being called the child of earth and sand, which didn't make a lot of sense to him. He kept to himself while walking, holding the houlou's basket to his body close to avoid her getting too much attention. With the design of the basket, she could turn around and poke her head out of either exposed end, and look forward or behind. She wasn't sure where they were going, but the one who was holding her close smelled... funny. Perhaps it was the innate 'staticy' sense that Shabh could smell on her, but she seemed to sense something off her new... playmates? The big blocky head walked beside them, one eye trained on her. The mansion's gates were quiet this time around, normal wrought iron and open to the public. Even the house looked 'normal' if one knew what normal house looked like. Or mansion. Big house. Whatever. The designs differed drastically from Tumai, where clay, stone and sandstone were primary building materials, where wood was a comodity traded for. It gave Flare a tremorish shiver down his spine to his tail. 12 x.20
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Post by Jack on May 2, 2020 13:18:01 GMT -6
A loud thumping sound came from the distance, as well as a sharp roar and creaking. Something was there, looming in the shadows...
[Nothing happens]
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Post by Flare on May 2, 2020 18:09:22 GMT -6
{Follow close Shabh} he tells the rakai as Flare steps through the gates of the mansion. Unlike previously, where strong magic spurned a painful headache, he could sense it in the back of his head; deep in his chest. {This is not safe place.} His tense body language told Shabh volumes more then what small barks came from his alpha. His sense of smell, much keener then the tumaian, could smell the whole yard it seemed like. Whoooph, the crackling not-fire ignited upon his spine, spreading down his tail. The sudden increase of light gave the puppy a start, she squeaked and poked her head out of the other end of the basket. Bright! So bright! She chirp-barks eagerly. So bright! The shift is quick and painless, but the signs of a larger beast on the loose is evident. A few trees somewhat away were broken in places, limbs hanging useless towards the ground where should be whole and hale and healthy. The fence crushed. It wasn't iron here, but white picket. Flattened. The humanish wasn't a ranger though, or even close to being a creature whisperer, he had common sense adn about it. Wouldn't the magical house be trying to restrain an angry nyssa? 13 x.20
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Post by Flare on May 2, 2020 18:59:56 GMT -6
There wasn't a path of footprints from what any of them could see, but also maybe the creature in question didn't have feet. Something cracks beside him. Flare freezes, and Shabh jumps sideways, spreading his wings like some sort of shield around him, although you can see right through the appendages. A growl ripples through him, and this isn't a playful growl. But a 'I'm not nice, go away' type of growl. The puppy looks between the tall basket holder and the blocky head with bright, making growl noises. She could do that too! It sounded a lot more cute then scary for the puppy to look towards where the sound came from and make garbled growly noises. Think the hunting scene in the Fox and the Hound with Chief teaching Copper during the winter. But just like Copper, the puppy somehow forces herself free, and in a tangle of limbs, chases after the thing that cracked the branch nearby. The tense atmosphere breaks into one of panic as Flare and Shabh both see the puppy disappear into the bushes, barking squeakily. Ah... this is bad. Not good at all. Lurching forward, Flare stumbled after the puppy, his worries increasing as he fumbled. 14 x.20
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