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Post by Kristofor on Feb 27, 2021 13:20:42 GMT -6
If birds could cross their wings, it would've. What sort of fox passes up a free meal to pick it free of the prison! To top it off, why is there a cat attached to it! Why was there a cat attached to a fox like a kit! Warmth. the cat made a weird chirplike honk noise, tilting its head literally upside down to glance at the bird. Warm fur, for no more cold. Bird needs fur for warm. What! no! If it wasn't a freakin' pendulum right now, the bird would be puffing feathers out to keep warm from the cold of swinging. Wait. Cat speak bird! ?! The creature flailed again and tried to reach the wrap with its beak, struggling again. Cats don't speak bird! Too busy freaking out to notice the split tail flick back and forth. Head hurt from upside down, as Yolko pulled its head upright again and just turned nearly 180 to stare at the freaking out bird. 12
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Post by Jack on Feb 27, 2021 13:24:05 GMT -6
Upon entering the next room, you suddenly feel as if you are in love with the first thing you see. It is a powerful sort of obsession that grabs your entire attention for a small amount of time. However, it takes a long time for you to come to your senses enough to continue exploring. What a horrible, wretched thing that the mansion has somehow inflicted upon you! At least it took mercy on your pet, if not your dignity.
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Post by Kristofor on Feb 27, 2021 13:28:51 GMT -6
'Done.' the cord's tautness dropped all of a sudden and the bird discovered gravity really fast. CHIRSQUAWK! Flapping frantically to avoid meeting the dirt, the bird furiously pumped its wings to gain altitude until the cord went taut on its feet again. No longer attached to a glass jar, the cord had tangled itself around the fox's paw. Extending the paw out, he didn't make to swipe or pull it in...? 'I won't hurt you.' he says softly. Birds don't typically understand the words of the wild. Looking between the big brown eyes of predator fox vs the piercingly curious eyes of the cat on its chest, ah what the heck. Cat food if caught anyhow. The bird fluttered to land tangled clawed feet on his paw-hand. The little beak split apart as it tired, practically panting with exertion. Growlll.. the fox heard a loud noise. The tailypo's stomach snarled of its own 'ness. Still too young to get anything besides hungry. 13
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Post by Kristofor on Feb 27, 2021 13:38:46 GMT -6
The red cord captured around the bird's feet, looping through toes and around the ankles. Really tangled. Once it had caught its breath, the bird bobbed its head to start picking and pecking at the red cord. Almost like string. The fox picked at a piece of stray string/cord attached to the feet. 'How did you manage this.' Trying to pull on it. SQUAWK! If it wasn't attached to its feet, the bird reached out to pick at the string in his clawed fingers. String! Their string! The bird's insistence of not picking at their string didn't make sense to Kristofor, as he let the jar of caramels down to the roots of the apple tree while holding the tailypo with an elbow. What a strange bird. How had it not strangled itself as the creature fluttered and struggled against the tangled cords, even managing a small loop around its neck like a prize. Oh no. His claws were enough to snip string sometimes. Catching the edge of the string give or take an inch or so from the bird itself, he snipped it. 14
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Post by Kristofor on Feb 27, 2021 13:44:56 GMT -6
Pulling, pulling, not pulling? The bird startled from its fight with the string, finding the loop free. Looking down at itself, there was a tiny red loop like a collar, tied in front like some sort of kitten's string. Or just somehow wrapped like that. It hung loose. Looking back at the fox with a look of... awe. Wonder. What... There was stickiness it could see on the fox's paw as it picked at the cords again, brown eyes flicking back and forth like reading a prey's movements. Pulling one tiny bit of string, then another. Several long times passed, to the enamorment of the bird's attention, heck even the cat was watching with curiosity. String? 'done.' Another pull, and the ties holding the little bird's feet bound fell away. The fox caught the strings with a paw, and deposited it on the ground, before crouching on bottom twos and allowing the bird to either hop on the ground or go to the glass jar. 15
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Post by Kristofor on Feb 27, 2021 13:52:22 GMT -6
"That's probably the fastest I've seen a cats cradle mess be handled." Stiffening, the fox turned around, his fur bristling, tail all fluffy. Looking up, he saw the same black haired 'crowlike' servant up on the same branch they initially met from the first time, kicking his fine shoes a bit with a curious smirk playing on his face. "Foxes eat birds don't they, why not eat that one." His eyes flick to the cat too. 'I'm not here to eat what gets caught' the fox said softly. The child has to tilt his head a bit to hear him a bit clearer. His voice isn't nearly as croaky this time around. Granted that was last Harvests eve that he'd been verbally compromised. 'I have a delivery for the master of the property. From... the cookie store.' Gleaming red eyes stared for a moment before the figure shoved off the branch and landed with lightness on the still grassless ground. 16
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Post by Kristofor on Feb 27, 2021 13:57:54 GMT -6
The servant with the finery had a pinched, recalling expression, like trying to recall a long time memory as they straightened up. Still as shaggy, lean and instinctually dangerous as the fox remembered. "The cookie store... Aha." He put his fist into an open palm. "The old woman with white hair. She and the other city shops yearly send good will treats about this time of year... that explains the outrageous amount of pink in the month's warding." 'No, your master's estate was just vandalized.' the fox pointed out. He explained briefly of some ...child... seeking to make sales and having the worst idea of advertising. His ears stiffen while speaking. A frown crosses the crowlike servant's expression. "Which means another mess to clean. Excuse me." he brushes past the fox and out the gate. Fox, cat and bird all watch him literally vanish, but can hear the sounds of ripping and crackling, like something being crumpled. 17
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Post by Kristofor on Feb 27, 2021 23:29:33 GMT -6
He comes back into view post haste, a crumpled mess of pink mass dripping from his sharp fingers and a frown. "A dreadful scenery. The vandal is lucky my master was resting as we were arriving home from his outing." The mass crumples smaller into his fist as the servant child crushes the item. "Now that has been dealt with. Do you want to personally deliver your item to the master?" he asked the fox. "The old shopkeeper wasn't lying to you, my master does have an affinity, nigh a sweet tooth for sweets." He stands back a bit, with a smile that doesn't reach those brownish red eyes. The same prickly feeling spreads over Kristofor's spine, causing his fur to stand on end. Or that was the tailypo kneading baby claws into his skin. Ow. 'If it is not too much of a difficulty, I'll personally deliver the item.' he decides. the child servant nods, beckoning him to follow. 18
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Post by Kristofor on Feb 27, 2021 23:34:06 GMT -6
'I was told that the estate's master, well, your master, used to run a sweets factory? What is a factory?' the fox asked as they (fox, cat and bird) followed the flagstone marked path. "Hm?" it took a second for the servant to remember that this fox was very new to human settlements, by how he acted. "A factory is a large human building full of machines. Iron, copper, steel, and it runs with coal, water or electricity, to make items that humans want. Like sweets, or other necessities." he listed off while walking. The tailcoat he wore nearly dragged on the ground, being a size or two too big for him, although the rather twiggy servant wore it like a badge of honor. "That building on the horizon, the lab. Can be considered a factory that manufactures animals from science." the way he spoke the word 'science' sounded like an insult to the world. 19
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Post by Kristofor on Feb 27, 2021 23:47:24 GMT -6
'You're quite a knowing child.' the fox commented with the intent to compliment the child's knowledge. "I'm simply one hell of a servant, fox." the child glanced backwards. The angle of the light caught his iris and illuminated it crimson with a slitted pupil. Blink, and it was gone. "We are here. Please wipe your paws on the rug and avoid shedding indoors. My master is not entirely fond of animals." and approached the biggest human-den that Kristofor had ever seen. Bigger then the annex he'd been briefly trapped in, but hadn't seen the outside. Just the inside. So many holes to see outside, and the door was ENORMOUS. 'Where does the wheel den go?' he couldn't help himself to ask. "Wheel den?" the servant boy turned around, confused. "Oh, the carriage. It parks around the edge of the building, in the wheel house. Please, come this way sir. And keep up and away from random objects. They may devour your cat, or you." 20
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Post by Kristofor on Feb 28, 2021 6:11:54 GMT -6
"My name is Kristofor, in case you forgot." the fox responded back, his tone annoyed. "Do you not recall." "Oh, my memory is plenty clear, its a matter of not caring specifically for that information, Kristofor." the birdish boy looked back over his shoulder with a devil may care smile. "Do not take it to heart, my master cares little to remember someone's name if its not a business deal either." He opened the giant doors and they entered. The tiles were cold under his sensitive pawpads. The slight click of nails on the stonework as he pulled his foot up initially. "What den doesn't line their home with skipping stones?" he finds himself stupid enough to ask. A slight chuckle. "Skipping stones are a very woodland choice, my sly fox. This is the finest flagstone that money can by." Flagstone? He crouches briefly, brushing them with the slightest touch. The tailypo clinging to him still. 21
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Post by Kristofor on Feb 28, 2021 6:21:47 GMT -6
"Its high quality, not a catch at all to the paw, or shoe." shoes were just coverings for human ...feet, not paws. "Does your master live alone here?" "He has enough guests and servants passing through to make it livable." the boy remarked with an absent shrug. His gait blew the coattails just high enough away from his boots to avoid being stepped on. "Do not trouble yourself with how the mansion's spell whims to my master. It would do you well to avoid becoming lost while following me." his tone is light, amost playful. "I thought I warned you not to toy wiht the guests unless we provide the highest entertainment." a sharp, clear voice came from the foyer. Leaning on a metal crusted branch, a tall lanky human with slate gray hair and sharp eyes reminiscent of the Tailypo attached to him. The bird, still following alongside, squawked in surprise. 22
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Post by Kristofor on Feb 28, 2021 6:28:38 GMT -6
Or, would've have been sharp eyes, if one wasn't held shut with a clawlike scar trailing down the left side of his face. His servant child fell into line before him after a brief bow. "My apologies master, I was delayed with seeing to the carriage." with an air that seemed far beyond his years, the boy rattled off an afternoon schedule without missing a beat. The one eyed man had rustic finery in deep sea blue, a dark ribbon tied around his neck in a bow, and an annoyed air. "Allow my introduction of Kristofor, a citizen of the city outside of the gates." he stressed the 'outside of the gates' part of the sentence, if the fox's ears weren't failing him. Between the pair, as the servant boy only came up to his master's chest at the top of his head, his animal instincts put on edge and indescribable fear trickled down his back. Yolko made the mistake of looking upside down at what was making fox cold. 23
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Post by Kristofor on Feb 28, 2021 6:34:46 GMT -6
So this was the master of sweets. The gloved hand on the crusted branch didn't reach to shake at all. Just a narrowed stare. "State your business, I am not a patient man." he snapped, sharp and clear and biting without the physical teeth. Not to be daunted, because this was not the scariest man currently living (that belonged to a crotchety old human in a care home after his orchard went under), the fox stood straight. His ears gave the height to stand eye to eye with the human. 'The old human female of the garden shop of New Pethia asked me to deliver your yearly ...Vahkrah cookies.' he shifted so Yolko clung to the other side of his chest while reaching for his satchel, to pull out a nicely wrapped bag of assorted sweet cookies. Offering them to the servant boy who stepped forward to take them. He didn't appear too pleased. 24
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Post by Kristofor on Feb 28, 2021 6:40:43 GMT -6
The spiritual senses of a toaster would help a lot in his future of delving this strange place, for he could not sense the hostility magically hovering over his head. The man examined the cookies offered up to his eye before the bag was lowered. "I don't remember asking for these people to offer such tribute to me each year." he grumbled. Such an air would be at home with an old human, not such a young one. "Send a note of thanks to the shops of the city in my stead." he instructed the boy. "I will-" he paused, and looked again at the black and silver canid standing on his front foyer. Grappling now with a small kitten the color of egg yolks clinging to him like a caterpillar. 'Yolko, thats enough.' he was saying, trying ot pry the small beast loose, who only yowled and clung on tighter. 'I am going ot lose more hair.' the master glanced at his servant. Was it possible? 25 10/10 -swap to quest-
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