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Post by Flare on Jun 15, 2020 15:03:47 GMT -6
Blue Suede Shoes x Swirled Waves x
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Post by Flare on Jun 15, 2020 15:10:52 GMT -6
Having that talk with Cortana helped lay some of his fears to rest about feeling his hound's emotional spike. It felt less foreign as the days passed on. Perhaps it was because he expected it now, but it wasn't a constant stream of feelings. Today, Flare chose to try his hand at pachee again. He borrowed a pair of pachee from Pak's last fling's owner and headed for the breedery. Perhaps it was the pale blueness of the male's fur, or the swirled markings, almost like glowing tattoos on the black and white female's fur. But to him, they may make a good pair. The blue male, supplemented from the PPP, who fed odd plants to pachee to warp their coloration and markings, preened in the minute reflection of his box. a slight reflection in the box. Making sure he looked good, constantly tidy. He liked tidiness, his stamen all streamlined and something to look at. Overkill stuffiness that the others appeared to think of him. Like he didn't enjoy having fun and mussing up with the other males. What, just because he threw that ONE fit over getting pollen on himself? Rude. The swirled female, chomping at the bit for some excitement, had all but thrown herself into the box. 1
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Post by Flare on Jun 18, 2020 10:52:24 GMT -6
"Oh yes, a snowdrop seed male and a penguin sworl female." the squat sharpei mammalian cooed as she opened the door to a surprised Flare. He'd never had the door opend for him for anything. "Come in come in dearie. Is this your first time to our establishment the breeding center?" "...no. Few times before." Oh why was he getting embarassed now? because she reminded him of an overbearing parent or granparent? Maybe. But his hair fell in his eyes as the elemental stared at his feet. His thankfully human feet. "I see, I see. I haven't seen you before, and there's no visual record of you in the system... at least according to my secretary." "...seckretaree?" Her wrinkled face became an 'o' of surprise and a bit of confusion. Did she stutter? No, this child must be foreign. Yes. She tutted a few times, then handed him a clipboard and a pencil. "Please fill out your information and give it back when you're done. Don't worry dearie, we'll get you in the system and get this all figured out." He just couldn't get the words out of 'I'm the same but I'm not...' and he had two pachee whom he'd never worked with before. 2
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Post by Flare on Jun 18, 2020 22:35:56 GMT -6
Oh now he recalled who the secretary was. The older woman who sounded like she constantly had a head cold. Impatiently checking in breedery folks. Muttering under her breath briefly after they left, toting orbaru, pachee, even houlou into the area. His scripting finished on the paper handed off to him, Flare's gaze followed the houlou. Their fur appeared much shorter then what Grendel appeared to be growing into. Perhaps the grooming equipment he'd picked for taming his own hair could help make the feisty pup's fur look mor epresentable. He went up, gave back the scripted paper and sat back down. A knot of unease settling in his stomach, like a rock. You can't hide clentched toes in sandals, and they were curled as close to the bottoms of his feet as he could manage. Why was he nervous? He'd been here a number of times, with or without Pak. Beacuse he wasn't recognized? The time from being put in front of the whole city to be publicly executed for treason to the time he was sitting here felt mildly hazy. How much time had actually passed? He could hear the two pachee scurrying around in their carriers. 3 x.20
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Post by Flare on Jun 18, 2020 22:50:10 GMT -6
Flare's hearing wasn't anything out of the ordinary, but he could hear the whispered hushes of the two older women as they tried to piece together the fiery scaled ssashirk with this tailed humanoid boy with a similar haircut. Not making much headway, because the secretary just kept insisting on adding a new file. Not the same, he heard. If he were honest with himself, he'd not been the same for a very long time. With a small sigh, he reached into his pants pocket, just a gouge on the inside of the fabric barely able to take his hand, and pulled out a small rock. The smooth surface of the rock when he palmed it in his rough hands, felt slightly relaxing. Taking his mind off weird looks and what not. Was his tail that conspicuous? "The name is the same, the writing is about the same look, and he's about as shy as the first time. This is the same person!" the mammalian sighed in resign. She had a hard time really describing her emotions on that. The child, the reptile child, had come to the breeder before, with pachee, and he was here again, with pachee. 4 x.20
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Post by Flare on Jun 19, 2020 14:36:35 GMT -6
He wasn't the only one waiting to get a breeding rom today. It was a longer wait then he had previously, but at the same time, the wait didn't physically phase Flare. He palmed his little rock, and stared ahead at nothing. "Y' got a sarane?" someone beside him asked. It took a momen for flare to realize he was being spoken to. The speaker being a kid with a pair of orbaru bouncing on their knees. They had such paint splotch colors he didn't know wwhat to think. "Did he do that to your foot?" "No. Axxident." he muttered, resting his hand on his wooden knee. The poofy pants hid that the wood traveled all the way up to his hip. "No sarane axxident." The kid looks a bit put out. What, was he looking for a story on war injuries? "I' never seen a guy with a wood foot 'fore." the kid goes on. "I's kinda cool. Does it do any tricks? Like a blade in the knee?" What was he talking about? Though now that Flare thought of it, he had seen one veteran in the core who had a replaced limb, and when he bent on one knee, it popped open and expelled firecrackers. 5 x.20
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Post by Flare on Jun 19, 2020 14:54:23 GMT -6
"No tricks." he replies. Besides, who knew if his inner power channeled through his wooden limb or not. "Can walk. Not running." "Of course you can run! Two feet, right?" The kid chastises him. Some of those nosey children who just didn't know when to shut up. He kept asking questions, prodding at Flare's ability to have patience. Finally he had enough. His rock in his hand, he uncrossed his wooden leg and brought it down on the floor with a gradual thump. There was a THUMP beside him, and the kid rocketed out of his chair with a cry of surprise. The chair clattered beneath him. "EARTHSHAKE!" he dove towards the desk, and the two orbaru went in opposite directions. Several people laughed or stared at the crazy child. Thankfully he was called forth, and collected the wayward orbaru and left finally. "Clever trick." soemone else mentioned to him, and Flare noticed a woman with overly bright green eyes. "Careful not to destroy the chair when you catch it from beneath. Plastic is delicate." She was called up... was she able to know what he did? Did you see that?! The excitable female watched the twoleg perform his rock under the chair trick. He can do rock things! 6 x.20
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Post by Flare on Jun 19, 2020 15:06:56 GMT -6
Meh, so what. The male glanced at the rock trick. He wasn't particularly interested in rock tricks. Water was more interesting, although as a pachee he couldn't swim really. Spreading his toes apart, there was barely any sort of webbing. One of his fellow males had flippers and a very good ability to swim. Practically diving in and out of the water like a... FISH. "Alright tails, your turn. Third door down on the left. Please remember to close the door when you're finished." the secretary finally said. tails? Tails?! He had ONE tail. And that wasn't his name....oh never mind. Flare gathered the pachee and headed off to the room. His offsounding footsteps echoing on the sterile hallway floor. The door opened when he tried it and finally let into the sterile but ready for play pachee room. Toys, a grassy floor, some water, and a few other things. Flare allowed the two pachee free and decided to settle against the wall, making sure NOT to sit on his tail. But but but he did a rock trick! Twolegs don't DO rock tricks! the female gibbered practically as she screamed out of the box. he'd not seen such a hyperactive pachee before. Was it the markings? 7 x.20
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Post by Flare on Jun 19, 2020 16:11:50 GMT -6
A fish wasn't a pachee and a pachee wasn't a fish. The male (aforementioned called Suede for the authoress' sanity) stretched himself out, working hte kinks out of his spine. The female had no sense of stopping and smelling the flowers. She was younger though, most of the females were about the same age, at least the other males considered it so. He couldn't see the female's uh...head-mouth. It would be stupid to think she was a frolkicing male, and that wasn possible. TRhe memale (aforementioned Wave for above sanity) also stretched out and wiggled her toes into the grass. Oh how NICE it was to be out of that box! She'd not had the chance to visit the place of visiting males and fun times, at least according to the other pachee in the pack. She didn't hav emuch interest in the paritcular male who had been picked to go with her. Suede was... very stuffy. Stuffy as in didn't want to have fun. Wave was all about having fun, and doing as much as possible in as little time as possible. She had no sense of... taking the day slowly. Maybe ti was her swirlly marks. 8 x.20
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Post by Flare on Jun 19, 2020 16:24:12 GMT -6
Oh right, he had to give them the berries, didn't he. Flare fished into his bag and found the delicate bloated berries he had paid for usage and set them before him. Giving his foot an experimental push, the berries rolled into the middle of between where he was and between were the pachee. were. Huh. If he focused and put energy through his foot, things were moving, just a bit. Like a push or a bump. Interesting... what eslse could it to? Food! Wave scrambled away from her stretch into the food. Several berries. She snatched up one of the berries and started to smash it up. Juice flew everywhere. How immature. Suede's muzzle wrinkles a bit as he approaches the berry pile with a less ugrent monopol. eating like a barbarian pachee. Are you that desperate? Des-pate how? Wave didn't udnerstand, splattered with juices and mushing the berries happily. She'd never been here, and was just eatinb berries and being herself. She heard Suede smack his forehead with a dainty looking paw before reaching for one of the berries himself Unlike her, he pierced the flesh of the berry and let his root claws do the work rather then smaush it all over himself. 9 [BERRIES GIVEN]
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Post by Flare on Jun 19, 2020 16:31:38 GMT -6
Perhaps her instincts would take over once he threw pollen into the air. Suede didn't feel any air moving around above or around them, so with luck he wouldn't get covered in pollen himself. Hated that. Much be clean, much of time. The berry placed down, he seemed to be readying himself, limbering up by moving from foot to foot, before giving the ground a great SMACK. His pollen went skyward, and he could hear the shifting of the twoleg shielding his mouth'd face. Oh well good for you, he figured. Able to do that, but he had to see where he was going! The pollen going skyward got Wave's attention gradually once it started falling on her and her berry mush. What's this? She held out a paw, examining the puffy yellow stuff. Rubbing it between her paws to smear yellow into the colorful gunk all over her. it smelled... reallly good. But it made her feel really funny. Itchy. She scratched idly at her forehead briefly, but her root claw caught on the barest edge of her head-mouth. The tear peeped open and the shock of poking her claw INTO HER HEAD did the rest of the job opening it up. Uh... was pollen supposed to go there?! 10 -end- x.20
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Post by Renathan on Jun 19, 2020 17:06:46 GMT -6
Two cool-blue pachee offspring- it would seem that the glow passes down a bit dimmer each time...
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