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Post by Fiera Ferella on Sept 14, 2020 16:01:20 GMT -6
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Sept 14, 2020 16:04:01 GMT -6
Another day at the breeding center, another breeding to be done. Well. Not that Fiera was quite THERE yet though, mind you. She did have two carriers full of pachee though. Thankfully, the weather today wasn’t quite as brutally hot as it had been, instead drawing a gentle breeze across her face. It was still hot mind you, but at least Fiera could wear pants now without hating herself the moment she walked out of the house. She was wearing salmon pants and a cream sleeveless shirt with a ruffle down the front along with large golden hoop earrings and matching bangles. Cream snakeskin boots adorned her feet and overall, she felt pretty darn good about herself. Who else in the labs dressed this well? No one she had met, that was for sure. And for once, she wasn’t sweating her outfit to complete destruction, just… sort of sweating in it. To be fair, she wouldn’t be quite so sweltering were it not for the fact that she was toting around two cat sized creatures in plastic boxes with her. They tended to make things a little more difficult for her, especially considering that they didn’t seem to want to calm down and sit quietly.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Sept 14, 2020 16:04:09 GMT -6
Instead, they opted to (as far as she could tell) throw themselves against the walls of their carriers in a fruitless attempt to escape or to at least make this as inconvenient for their owner as possible. She loved it, really. The pachee she had with her were known good breeders at least- or perhaps just one of them was. Still, Fiera would take it. As usual, she was expecting this breeding today to go well and give her many a pretty baby- or at least two, if her breeding berries worked correctly. She was about halfway through her current stock, and had been absolutely delighted with the results of some of her most recent breedings. This gave her a lot of confidence going in today, which most people wouldn’t think she needed much more of. Still, she had her breeding berries in her bag, her pachee in her carriers, and her appointment and reservation for a breeding center all set up and ready. All she needed to do was finish getting there. And she was quite quickly- the sidewalk flew beneath her feet, bring her past the quest board and beyond. They were making good time on their trip today!
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Sept 14, 2020 16:04:18 GMT -6
The first pachee she had was… well, a pretty standard one. It was a regular female pachee that the humanish had named “Fit and Able”, or Able for short. It seemed like a fitting title for such a sturdy little beast. Her basic female pachee might have been quite similar in appearance, with their brown fur, yellow tipped leaves and green splotches but Fiera could always tell them apart due to their personalities. One of her females was sweet and motherly, rather standard for her breed, one was a little timid and naive, and Able was… stern. She wasn’t necessarily mean or gruff, but there was very little that seemed to bother her, all things considered. Even now, her shifting around in her carrier likely wasn’t due to any sort of anxiety but more likely boredom, just trying to get a handle on her surroundings. Fiera couldn’t fault her for it necessarily, but she did hope that the young female would settle down soon if just to make things easier on her arms. This would be her first breeding today as well. While Able was unproved so far, Fiera was sure that she would easily breed with the male she had selected today.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Sept 14, 2020 16:04:30 GMT -6
That male was, of course, Hot Ham Water. Fiera had bred him once before, so she knew that he wasn’t exactly shy in the breeding rooms, but she hadn’t been too impressed with his results. His son had come out practically identical to him, but without the eye markings. Fiera supposed she should have been expecting it- she didn’t use any breeding berries after all. Still, she wanted to be able to make up for it with this breeding today. His black and white markings and Fit and Able’s natural shade of brown should have made for some quite appealing offspring if Fiera played her cards right, and she was pulling no punches today. She had every pachee berry in the book put into this breeding, and she would be keeping a close eye on them to make sure as much pollen got spread as possible. Hot Ham Water’s personality wasn’t bad either, of course. He was a perfectly sweet lad, always one of the first to come press his head into Fiera’s hand when she went to visit the kennel, even if he was… a little slow on the uptake. Still, that didn’t really matter to most pachee- it wasn’t like they had a ton of predators to worry about.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Sept 14, 2020 16:04:43 GMT -6
No, Fiera’s pachee had it pretty darn easy, all things considered. And she didn’t ask much in return- just that they made pretty babies for her every so often. Was that really too much to ask? Apparently it was, as Hot Ham Water rammed the side of his carrier again. “Oh, come on!” Fiera groaned, but thankfully she could see the breeding center coming up, the corner of its parking lot coming into view. She had come here quite a lot lately, but she was kind of relieved for the peace and quiet this time. For her last two breedings she had come with other people to get some fresh bloodlines into her own pachee, and they turned out as well as she could have hoped. That being said though, Fiera still found other people exhausting even if her own breeding partners had been nice enough. It was nice for her to finally pick out some of her own pachee and spend a little time alone to tend to them. Or to shove them in a room together until they made pretty babies. Either or. She walked out into the familiar parking lot, avoiding the areas she knew would be radiating heat until she finally came up to the doors of the breeding center, plastered with informative posters.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Sept 14, 2020 16:04:52 GMT -6
There were no particular specials this time around that caught Fiera’s eye, so she just breezed right by them. She chuckled at one though- a “color special”. Bring in a red pet to breed, get that breeding half off. She supposed that could work, though it was pretty confident of them to put out there. As the doors of the breeding center slid open, Fiera stepped into the familiar cool air, looking around at the colorful chairs and tables. As usual there were magazines spread around and playpens for the pets to sit in while they waited, but thankfully Fiera didn’t worry about that. She almost always prescheduled her breedings nowadays, meaning that her rooms were usually ready for her the moment she walked in, no waiting necessary. She much preferred it like that, of course. The magazines here were never replaced very often, and there always seemed to be something that went wrong when she placed her pachee in the playpens, whether it was them escaping or something else coming to bother them. For now though she was left to look at those things anyway however, as the line was a little long and thus Fiera was left to wait, the carriers growing heavier in her arms by the second.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Sept 14, 2020 16:05:00 GMT -6
She glanced up the line to see an old woman tottering away from the front desk, a version one orbaru tucked up next to her chest. Ah yes, that would have been the reason for the wait. Now that the elderly were cleared out, the line moved at a decent clip and soon Fiera found herself at the front of it. She cleared her throat delicately before handing over her credentials. “The name’s Fiera Ferella love, here with Hot Ham Water and Fit and Able.” She said. “Okay, I see your reservation here. Your pets are…?” The receptionist said, leaning over. Ever since houluh had become all the rage, Fiera was meeting some confusion with her pachee names due to them having names that sounded like houluh show titles. It had led to more than one misentered reservation and the humanish found it somewhat annoying by this point. “Pachee.” She answered shortly, lifting up Fit and Able to let the receptionist get a look at her through the bars. Able stared out with a steely glare, not even flattening her ears back at the sudden intrusion. In fact the receptionist was the first to break the met gaze, glancing downward quickly to her computer as Fiera lowered the carrier back down.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Sept 14, 2020 16:05:09 GMT -6
“Right, right, pachee…” She said quietly, tapping away at her keyboard. “Everything good?” Fiera inquired, not wanting to deal with the possibility that she had been reserved a houluh breeding room for her pachee. Again. There wasn’t even a second person with her here- didn’t you need a second person in order to breed houluh? Ridiculous. Thankfully though Fiera’s suspicions were not confirmed, and soon the receptionist printed off a little piece of paper, tore it off, and handed it to Fiera. “Here’s your receipt, miss Ferella. Your room is going to be number one.” Fiera took the receipt delicately before stuffing it a little violently into her purse. “Thank you ever so much!” She chirped, and turned heel to leave before the receptionist could say anything else. She was tired of messing around- it was time to get this breeding done. She nudged open the double doors next to the receptionist’s desk and stepped out into the hall where she knew the breeding rooms were. Room one, eh? That was good luck for her- it was the first one on her left as she walked into the hall, the digits painted right onto the metal in tall red paint.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Sept 14, 2020 16:05:17 GMT -6
“Ready guys?” Fiera said, opening the door. She certainly hoped they were, even if they couldn’t reply properly. She glanced around at the room, taking in her surroundings. The floor was covered in soft mulch to give the pachee the smell of a real forest with less of the mess, and fake plants were placed everywhere so they could have some privacy. In the center of the room was a large, flat rock which Fiera guessed was for the purpose that she was about to use it for. She set the carriers (still rustling) down onto the ground and strode over to it, fiddling with her purse. After a few moments she was able to pull out some berries in pink, blue, and orange. She arranged them on the rock in positions she found artistic. “Perfect!” She said before walking back to Able’s cage. She opened it and picked up the pachee, who went limp in her hands, looking at the room with a flat expression. She set the critter on the flat rock and pointed at the berries. “Okay, go at ‘em!” She said excitedly. Able sat up with less enthusiasm than she was hoping and walked over to the berries.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Sept 14, 2020 16:05:29 GMT -6
Still, she mashed them up with her feet just like Fiera was hoping, squishing them to a pulp and soaking them up with the roots on her pawpads. It was an odd way of eating, but Fiera supposed it worked out well for them. Once she was done “eating”, Fiera scampered back to the entrance to fetch her other pachee. “Okay Hot Ham- get out there!” She said, springing the cage open. The male pachee hopped out a lot quicker than Fit and Able did and stretched before trotting over to Able. He tilted his head and leaned toward her, curious. When she didn’t lean away, he seemed to get excited and began slapping his tail on the ground, sending up clouds of pollen. Able didn’t even budge from her spot as the pollen landed on her forehead and the slit on it. Huh. Fiera supposed that was one way to do it. Apparently a female not running away from him was all Hot Ham Water needed to find her attractive, and all Able needed was for a male to take initiative. Still, Fiera wasn’t about to complain- a successful breeding was a successful breeding, and she would soon have the (literal) pick of the litter from her pachee.
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Post by Silver on Sept 14, 2020 19:38:55 GMT -6
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