Post by Kristofor on Sept 17, 2020 10:38:28 GMT -6
Looking back, I think I surprised my uncle’s family when I finally announced one morning I was ready to strike out on my own and make an honest living. The living away from home part. It didn’t surprise my father, who I told over the phone a few weeks back. My father lives in assisted living for the elderly animals of the wood, so living with him wasn’t possible anymore. Thankfully, my uncle’s family is large and has plenty of space in their tree for live in relations. “You’re sure about this?” Yes, I told them. I had been working on the papers to officially change my name and everything. “Well, if you ever need to come back home, our tree is open to you.” My aunt tells me with a smile. “I know what its like to be different. To want to finally strike out in the world and make a mark in it. Please do be careful though.” Don’t worry, I told her. I know the address by heart and will send mail when I can. “I hope you don’t mind if we send you off with something.” She leaves the table and came back with what looked like a knee sized squirrel on a leash. It was so light gray that if my eye for color wasn’t so practiced, I’d believe it was pure white. “I wanted to teach my children how to handle a pet but think I might start simpler.” Handing me the leash, the squirrel and I look at each other.
Post by Kristofor on Sept 17, 2020 10:41:06 GMT -6
What is this creature, I ask. “The market stall mentioned they were a… pah-nil-ah. Like a cross between a panda and a chinchilla. The softest fur you’ll find on this side of the wood.” She pats the creature’s head once and gives it a nudge forward. It shuffles forward on tiny feet, tail curled up tight against its chest as it moves. She’s perfect, I tell my aunt. Giving her (my aunt) a hug. It must be in my blood because I’m almost taller than her now. The rest of the family gets up to congratulate me on my choices. A punch on the arm, playfully, I assume, from my elder cousin, a little hug from my younger cousin, and a firm pawshake from my uncle. After that, the breakfast is torn thru and I pack up my few belongings. Change of clothes, my fur brushes, a few knick nacks, the papers to officially be a citizen of a human city, that kind of stuff. While I pack, the panilla watches me without letting go of her tail.
Post by Kristofor on Sept 17, 2020 10:50:52 GMT -6
Don’t worry, I tell her. You’re not going to be eaten. Probably does little to ease her being in the presence of a fox. A predator. On wild terms, she would be eaten, but I admit that hunting outside like a wild animal is not... my most practiced skill. Why would we need to, there’s a store down in the wood that supplied all the food we needed. Don’t misunderstand me, we are wild animals. We just act more civilized. At least thats what I believe. Those humans still don’t trust us when or if we meet up. As I'm packing my knapsack, my hair just falls over my shoulder freely and starts getting in the way. The cleanup and such broke it out of the loose ponytail I had tied the longest amount of my head-fur back into. Its bothersome, but dealable. I wear my fur long for a reason. But summer is touch and go on whether or not I lose my patience and choose to shave it all off.
Post by Kristofor on Sept 17, 2020 10:57:25 GMT -6
Something tugs on the left side of my head, having hold of my loose hair-fur. Glancing sideways, the squirrel thing has come forward, with a small, (very small) pawful of hair in her fingers. Huh, those fingers look quite capable for tree climbing, but not so much on the grippy side. Her paw brushes carefully over my hair fur. Do I feel soft to you?, I ask her. the squirrel thing doesn't answer me as she pets the blonde length of fur. One of the things I pack away is the family portrait my uncle insisted on when my father visited his home with me. Get a picture of all us foxes together. I was only about twelve years (two fox years) old in that photo... and somehow had near pure white fur. Now? I look at my hands as the picture is carefully folded between something and something else. Dark. Dark with hints of silver and blonde.
Post by Kristofor on Sept 17, 2020 11:06:24 GMT -6
The thing about silver foxes, I was told when I was a cub, was we always change. No two look specifically alike. Imagine my shock when I'm brushing myself out one day as a teenager and my white fur is coming out in handfuls, only to find black and silver beneath. And the silver grows very fast, turning blonde along the way. Its attention getting, and I'm not sure I like that very much. Most of my family is red, but my father is a cross fox. Black fox with red. I think he mentioned my mother being a silver, but I was too young to keep that in mind much. Do you mind, I do want to finish packing, I tell the squirrel. She stops petting my hair and backs up a bit, still watching. She's surprisingly bold for a squirrel. Now petting her own tail and rubbing her free paw like she is evaluating the softness of my hair. +1
Post by Kristofor on Sept 17, 2020 11:20:59 GMT -6
Pah-nil-ah. Huh. Panilla. Sounds like someone chopped the words in half, took the beginning of one and end of the other and put them together and said 'done'. "Looks like a fluffy rat to me." Ever, the optimist, my cousin. He's standing in the doorway as I'm packing now, clad in white, but his clothes are getting a mite small now, showing more of his bright red fur on his arms and legs. "I think mom sent you with a snack instead of a pet." Something ducks into the security of my tail. Now look what you've done, you scared her., I tell my cousin. He's a grumpy teenager who's just coming into his growth spurt. She's not a snack, she's going to keep me company. The creature hides deeper into my tail as a result. Glancing up, he's eating the remainders of breakfast with a plate in one paw, a piece of toast in another.
Post by Kristofor on Sept 17, 2020 11:28:35 GMT -6
"Can't believe mom was gonna let us try to take care of that thing. Cublet would've eaten it." my cousin grumbles to himself. I can hear you, I tell him. And so can she. Jerking my thumb over my shoulder at the quivering white and gray lump in my tail. "You're crazy Krist, that thing can't understand a word. Its about as dumb as Beaver." he points out. Uh oh, here we go. Beaver went into law with his grandfather and father, so he's not as dumb as you say, I corrected him. His right ear quivers. Its a tic he's had since he was a littler cub. My cousin's got a loud and demanding personality, and steamrolls my opinion more often then not. He did get better after we graduated. More ear quivering. "Yeah right. Have fun with your new rat." he spits in the corner and leaves. His well endowed tail leaving the hole that can be called a doorway last.
Post by Kristofor on Sept 17, 2020 11:47:54 GMT -6
I didn't realize I was holding my breath at one point as I exhale heavily, my posture worsening as I continue to put my things away. She's not a rat. Not really a squirrel, even though she's so small. Sorry about him, he's not a nice fox, I tell the panilla hiding in my tail. I think he's got bad memories of when we were schooling together as cubs. And it didn't leave him as we were growing up. The panilla creature starts making what I can only describe hearing as 'complaining', a wheeking birdlike noise. She's shifting around a bit in my tail, occasionally peeking out. No, I'm not upset with him. I have no intent to fight him either, I tell her. Was she trying to communicate? Bit frustrated, yes. He doesn't see the positive side much. Don't mind him, we'll be leaving soon. Wheek? The creature barks a bit at me. I wonder if my aunt had any information on how these things communicate.
Post by Kristofor on Sept 17, 2020 11:52:13 GMT -6
The flap of my knapsack finally is ready to be closed. Its not even much. The portrait, an extra clean set of clothing (since humans don't view foxes as equals, they flip out if we walk around naturally) a travel blanket, my old personal grooming supplies, fur clips, my old walk radio, some paper and a pen to write home and to my father with, including a list of addresses, my legal papers to turn into the city hall when I arrive... and a book or two. One's blank, the other is an old favorite novel I love. Its a relaxing thing to do, reading. The knapsack stands open while I pick around the rest of my little hole to myself, seeing if anything else should go with me. Its the stuff on my back and thats about it. Turning around, the panilla has put herself into my knapsack? Just settling herself on top of a blanket.
Post by Kristofor on Sept 17, 2020 11:56:50 GMT -6
"Oh, you're bonding already. She seems to be doing just fine." My aunt walks into the doorway, a small amount of wrapped packages in her paws. Judging from the wax paper, its food. "I was told by the market person her owner had called her Mira at one point." Aformentioned Mira looked up briefly at her name, saw ANOTHER fox, and ducked into the bag, a quivering ball of soft fur. Is there any information they told you about taking care of Mira?, I ask her. "She eats bamboo primarily, and I was given some so you could feed her until reaching the city. I hear they regularly integrate new citizens so food isn't hard to come by. Just asking in the right places. Lets see..." she starts to pace a bit. "Providing a dust bath, plenty of food and water, and don't interrupt her when she sleeps. These creatures appear to be nocturnal mostly. Perhaps letting her sleep in the bag while you travel during the day would be smart." +1
Post by Kristofor on Sept 17, 2020 12:01:56 GMT -6
"Humans would probably compare them to guinea pigs and chinchillas for noises, so if you find a library in the city, look up about those creatures." She approaches and I give her a hug, again. Emotions well up inside my chest, as shes the mother figure in my life, petting my ears gently and tilting my muzzle up with a free paw. "Don't forget Kris, you're welcome anytime you need to escape city life." Th-thank you, I tell her. Get hold of yourself, I tell myself. She passes me the packages when we break apart and drops a key for the tree door in case I want to visit. "Your uncle has connections to the local news, so you might be able to get a job as a newspaperman or a reporter to make some money to start with?" No, I don't think I want to do Uncle's kind of work. I dont' know what I want to do yet., I tell her.
Post by Kristofor on Sept 17, 2020 12:28:12 GMT -6
"Don't worry, it takes time to find what you want to do. I didn't pick my profession until I knew I was having your cousin. Take your time." She gives a kiss to my forehead and leaves the room. Mira peeks out over the edge of the knapsack edge to watch the fox leave. The fox who had her leash, assuming her new owner, turns around, and packs the leash in around her, with enough give that if she starts kicking around in her sleep, she won't choke. But its not a collar around her neck, but a very very rudimentary chest tieup. Its not even a harness. Lets go Mira, he tells her, hoisting up the sack and suddenly she's very high up and securely peeking out of the edge of the sack. A small jingling noise as the colorful owner ties a key around his neck and they finally leave this tree full of predators.
Post by Kristofor on Sept 17, 2020 12:35:01 GMT -6
The woods arent' even that far from a human settlement. To reach the BIG city though, a human had to take a strange loud thing that was much larger and stronger looking then a station wagon called a bus and ride the bus to the city. I had enough pocket change to afford the fare in my pocket of my travel clothes and maybe a bit in my knapsack, Under Mira. Enough to afford a meal or two. Free food would be essential for me. Just as long as it wasn't birds. I don't like bird meat. The bus human stares at me when I climb up the steps like a human, my delicate looking fox paws hidden in my favorite pair of human sneakers. Its easier to the pawpad to wear human shoes, although my toes will never be so long as to touch the ends, so I tie them super tight.
Post by Kristofor on Sept 17, 2020 12:45:20 GMT -6
"Uh, can I help you?" he asks me. a big man, but not as big as THAT MAN. No fur growing from his face, but on his head its blonde and licked down. His eyes are blue and kind of piggy looking. I didn't know pigs were able to drive, the mean thought running through my head. I'd like one ticket to..., I have to glance down at my ticket note, New Pethia City please. "No animals allowed on the bus unless you're a service dog." the man points at me. I open my maw to start to poke holes in his argument, as I'm well aware of other animals coming back to the wood claiming they rode the giant bus. "He's with me, my good little service animal." Someone comes up from behind, and I can feel Mira quiver against my shoulders inside the pack as someone reaches out and rubs the long fur on my head like I am some kind of dog.
Silver: I use google docs for everything now because of stuff like that.
Sept 17, 2023 18:01:49 GMT -6
Riku: I had like 20 tabs open to eventually go through to add up all my character levels and copy/paste all my stuff/pets into my registry thread. When chrome updated all the tabs were gone. Oh well…
Sept 17, 2023 11:45:28 GMT -6
Riku: Muahaha! And you almost got away with it, too.
Sept 17, 2023 11:09:32 GMT -6
Silver: Oops looks like I deleted you two at the end when making an edit, fixing now!
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Xentus: ah am i missing from the show ring?
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Skylos: Oooh, this time I have an acid pet.
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Fiera Ferella: Oh, good point, thanks for the reminder! :0 Gotta pick out something special for my characters, hmmmm
Sept 16, 2023 21:21:34 GMT -6
Silver: Show Ring is up! Reminder: October is Vai Min Mur and therefore a special contest! Train your shadow and acid pets in preparation. :3
Sept 16, 2023 21:14:38 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: Thanks for this allowing the change in prizes Silver, even if it was forgotten by mistake, I am very happy to get the opportunity for this particular Estharne type. <3
Sept 14, 2023 0:17:37 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: Oh yes please! Thanks for this information Silver! <3 I would need to contact the npc account then?
Sept 14, 2023 0:00:16 GMT -6
Silver: (I said 'we' a bunch of times but it was totes just me that forgot it. Oops.)
Sept 13, 2023 23:55:16 GMT -6
Silver: Hey Twilight if you want to make a change to how you spent your points now that the River is available, please DM staff. We know we messed up by forgetting to include it so if you want it more than something else you bought we could swap for you.
Sept 13, 2023 23:54:40 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: I can throw in the Pasha-Sarane Searhorse as well.
Sept 13, 2023 23:43:07 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: Is there any chance I could buy the river Estharne for 20 usd from someone? I lost the opportunity to get one last year when I forgot to buy one from the Trepuldra.
Sept 13, 2023 23:41:08 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: Now I wish I had saved some points. ;-;
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Zenjesi: Uggggggh I wish I would've been active a month ago x-x
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Fiera Ferella: We have a gorgeous addition to the Summer Fair prize shop- the river tiger estharne!
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Riku: I really didn’t expect to get my two favorites of this cross. One, sure. But both? Perfect!
Sept 9, 2023 14:22:59 GMT -6
Darky: It was a fun prompt but MAN did I struggle trying to figure out how to make it actually x3
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