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Post by Fiera Ferella on May 22, 2020 16:16:53 GMT -6
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Post by Fiera Ferella on May 22, 2020 16:34:43 GMT -6
Fiera’s last breeding had been… a bit of a disaster. It had turned out well for her, but really, she was lucky for that. She had even forgotten what DAY it had been, let alone if she was on time or not. Well, she was determined to not let that happen again. She had her appointment scheduled, her breeding berries in her pockets, her pachee all cleaned up, packed up, and ready to go. She had even left early, which was a feat for her considering how long it took Fiera to get ready to do anything. Not that she could blame herself of course- she was a beautiful young lady, and all beautiful young ladies required an equally intricate beauty routine. She definitely hadn’t just slept in late and frantically had to try and throw ANYTHING on at the last minute, nope. This messy outfit was perfectly styled and purposeful, definitely not just whatever clean clothes she could find. Even if it was accidental though, she was of the opinion that she looked better than anyone ELSE on the street right now, that was for sure. She looked at everyone she passed casually, but internally graded them on their sense of style and fashion.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on May 22, 2020 16:34:54 GMT -6
Feeling bolstered up, Fiera had a bit more pep in her step now as she passed the quest board on the way to the breeding center. It was thankfully empty right now, with no people crowding around it as usual. Thank goodness- she wasn’t looking forward to doing any more quests this month, not after that disastrous last one. This one old woman had a garden that she just COULDN’T keep nyssa away from, even though there was nothing in there that Fiera figured a nyssa would even want. It was like playing pest control, if the pests in question were enormous tree monsters. She had barely gotten out of there in one piece, and was still waiting on her payment for the process. Considering that her client had been an old woman, she wasn’t expecting to hear anything back any time soon. What a drag. At least she was doing something more fun today though- pachee breeding was one of Fiera’s most favorite hobbies. There was something endlessly entertaining about seeing what different combinations of color and shape would do to offspring. She had every sort of breeding berry too, and loved throwing them at her breedings to see how they’d affect them.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on May 22, 2020 16:35:05 GMT -6
She had some excellent selections today as well, rattling around in their carriers. The first was Hot Rod Crash, an old favorite of her female pachee. She had a snappy, brash attitude, but Fiera loved her all the more for it. She always bred well despite it, and if anything she further encouraged males, pushing their boundaries and getting them excited. Her offspring had always come out beautifully, and Fiera was well prepared to see if that was a track record she could keep up. She had a beautiful coat too, similar to the foxes from Fiera’s homeland. She had black socks and a black belly, but patches of white and a white masked face. From there her back and leaves were bright orange, with a beautiful dappled effect overlaid on it all. There wasn’t a hint of standard female plainness on her, though standard females had their appeal as well. Fiera knew full well how nicely those markings passed down too, as she had never seen any of her offspring turn out in such a way that Fiera considered them ‘ugly’. No pachee were ugly in her mind of course, but there were some that she liked more than others.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on May 22, 2020 16:35:15 GMT -6
Speaking of pachee that she liked more than others, her male for today was Dashing Through the Snow, or ‘Dash’ for short. If there was a contest for ‘sweetest pachee’, she could enter him completely untrained and he would still win. There was seriously no competition- from the moment she bought the male he was the most perfect pachee (personality wise) that she could ever have. Anyone who came near him would find themselves rubbed up on, he never pushed his kennel mates or played too roughly, and he was always perfectly polite for the vet. He was awfully clever for a pachee, but he never seemed to use it for… well, mischief. On top of that, he was an awfully rare and beautiful breed of pachee too. He had a mane and antlers, add ons that were usually pretty uncommon, but could be found and ordered as customs. More importantly though, he was… a beefy boy. Honestly, Fiera was pretty sure that he was around twenty five percent bigger than the rest of her males, and with the mane on top of that, he was visibly larger than any other pachee she owned. An intimidating figure in the kennels indeed.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on May 22, 2020 16:35:31 GMT -6
Between Hot Rod Crash’s flashy coloration, and Dashing Through The Snow’s chocolatey fur and large size, Fiera was sure that at the very least, these babies would be interesting. Not to mention, if anyone could tame Crash’s aggressive nature, it would be Dash. First though, Fiera had to get there. The weather was still pleasant enough, thankfully. The cold of winter had long since melted away into spring, and even the nippiness had faded. However, the blazing heat of summer had yet to start up as well, leaving the air with a sense of emptiness- but a pleasant emptiness. If Fiera didn’t think it would be uncomfortable for her pachee, she would have taken her sweet time and ambled her way to the breeding center instead of power walking. Unfortunately for her though, one of her pachee was aggressive and fidgety and the other weighed a ton, so that wasn’t really an option for her. Despite Fiera not walking as quickly as she could however, they still seemed to be getting close to the breeding center. They had passed the majority of the landmarks on the way there, and Fiera could see the turn leading to it right up ahead.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on May 22, 2020 16:35:44 GMT -6
“You ready, guys? Almost there!” She said partially to her pachee, but honestly mostly to herself. She’d swear on feeding Dash less were it not for the fact that he had no mouth and absorbed nutrients through his feet. It was really hard putting a critter like that on a diet. She turned the corner and the breeding center came into view, all colorful eaves and friendly shapes. The windows had no particular ads for sales in them, though Fiera figured that made sense. It was too late in spring for a “new life” sort of sale, and most of the major holidays had passed by already. With that in mind the breeding center was in a sort of holding pattern, just trying to keep itself looking as bright and friendly as possible for those who wanted to come breed their pets. As far as Fiera could tell, that was working out pretty well for them- it looked rather busy today, with all sorts of breedable pets and their owners milling around the entrance. Fiera was glad that she had a tendency to schedule her breedings in advance. She had no doubt that the queue to get a breeding room today would be long.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on May 22, 2020 16:35:55 GMT -6
She had waited hours for breedings in the past, of course. But by now she knew better, scheduled her appointments, and stuck to them. As a result when she walked in the door, she hardly had to… hm. Okay actually, it would seem that she would have to wait for a bit. The line in front of her was long and sinuous, reaching practically to the door. Just walking in put Fiera at the back of it. Was one of the receptionists out sick or something? Fiera sighed and set her carriers down- at least she could just scoot them across the floor now if they called someone up. So she did that, crossing her arms, making loud sighing noises every two and a half minutes, and nudging her carriers forward inch by inch as the line moved. By the time she finally reached the front, her neighbors were rushing to complete their own check ins if just to finally be rid of her. The second it was her turn though, her bad attitude vaporized like mist at dawn. “Hello there!” She said cheerily to the receptionist, who seemed a little surprised at how quickly her scowl changed into a cheery smile.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on May 22, 2020 16:36:06 GMT -6
Sure enough, the other receptionist’s chair was empty. It looked like they were a little understaffed today. Internally, Fiera hoped that they weren’t as understaffed in their janitorial staff. She’d hate to have an unclean breeding room, especially with what leftover spores could do to her breeding. She’d have to write a rude letter if these babies came out… off. Without further ado though, she introduced herself and her pachee to the receptionist. “We’re here for our five o clock breeding appointment.” She clarified, and let the receptionist go through her computer to check her in. “Alright Miss Ferella… I do believe you’re all checked in now.” She said, still a little wary. Fiera just gave off “If you’re even slightly rude to me, I’ll snap.” vibes, and she used them to great effect. The receptionist printed off a little piece of paper and handed it to her. “Room nine on the left- enjoy your breeding!” She said, trying to sound perky. Fiera happily accepted her receipt and stuffed it in her pocket before hefting up her carriers again. The pachee shuffled nervously, but they’d be out of this noisy room soon. She was glad that the other appointments hadn’t run late- they could head right on in!
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Post by Fiera Ferella on May 22, 2020 16:36:27 GMT -6
Fiera nudged open the double doors with her shoulder and passed right through. The warm, loud, and busy environment of the front lobby gave way to the much quieter and more relaxed hallway leading to the breeding rooms. Fiera wandered down the hall until she found the room marked ‘nine’ and set her carriers down before opening it. As expected, the room was filled with the scent of fresh soil and plant life, perfect for pachee to get comfortable. She nudged the carriers into the landing area and let her pachee sniff around while she went through her bag. A few minutes of searching and she pulled out her breeding berries- a must have for any pachee aficionado. Looking around, Fiera found no good place to put them- this breeding room was mostly plants, with no rocks to speak of. The humanish sighed, and opened Hot Rod Crash’s cage a crack instead. The pachee immediately butted against the gap, but Fiera merely shoved the berries in there with her before closing the door again. “Now be good and eat those.” Fiera said firmly before turning to the other carrier. While Crash was busy with the berries, she might as well let Dash have a look around.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on May 22, 2020 16:36:42 GMT -6
Dash and Crash. Huh. It only just occurred to her that her pets’ names rhymed. She supposed that’s what she got for giving them such long and circuitous full names. Still, the second she opened the carrier door for Dash he hopped out, giving Fiera a quick nuzzle. With the antlers attached, it only left a little gash on Fiera’s arm. She quickly retreated to nurse the scratch, and Dash walked over to Crash’s carrier. She heard some slight banging as Crash tried to get at him, but she also smelled a sweet scent. She supposed that was the breeding berries, and that Crash had already started eating them. That was good- now she’d be all set for the upcoming breeding. Fiera looked up, smiling. Dash could probably win her over- oh that was fast. The humanish cringed a bit as Dash began slapping his tail against the ground already, sending clouds of pollen into the air. She guessed that the sight of a female got him just THAT excited. She edged around to the side, looking into the cage. Crash looked resentful, but the slit on her forehead was still open. Huh. That was probably the fastest breeding she’d ever done… but at least now she knew that Dash was a reliable breeder. Now all she had to do was wait.
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Post by Renathan on May 22, 2020 19:07:51 GMT -6
A lovely set of twins, a russet male and a fancy female.
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