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Post by Jack on Feb 28, 2021 9:22:52 GMT -6
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 1, 2021 14:06:30 GMT -6
The floor opened up like a mouth and the void burped out a variety of items, including a very confused bird, at the rhythmic cracking tap of the master's cane before closing back up. It had been a few days since the race, and the fox wasn't feeling the motion sickness anymore of the uncontrollable sled. "Whatever is in this bounty is yours, as well as the resultant participation in the race." he tells Kristofor with an impatient tone, as if he had everything else to do but deal with paying someone. His staff had busied themselves and he had to, sigh, do it himself. "Phuntom Company thanks you for the advertising." He doesn't extend his hands or anything, which suits Kristofor fine. His satchel strung across his back, and the kitten in his arms, carefully running pawpads down the straight and flat fur. The flat expression with narrowed eyes reminded the master of seeing a shark. March 1
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 1, 2021 14:16:30 GMT -6
"I have heard from others that if you throw certain items into that old well by the gates, it might throw something back." the man mentions offhandedly as the fox is gathering the items into his satchel. The bird watches with unease between the two, but theres too much chaos in the air to get a grip on what was scarier. "In the previous month's case, it would be those glass roses." Stemless and beautifully made, the fox examined the flower. It was edged in gold. His aunt would really like a few of these. He'd ship a few home to his aunt and uncle. "I do believe it might be paper lanterns this month, if the pile of paper I saw my maids running past was of any thought to it." Did that mean his servants made all these things" Doubtful. But spiritual awareness of a toaster, who damn knew. With a grumpy tailypo. 2
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 1, 2021 17:13:57 GMT -6
He did recall on throwing things in the well during the spirits eve, that pile of leaves that resembled spreading syrup over a leaf and pulling the leaf away once dry. What was that called? Etching? No... Ah. Waxing. "I do have matters to attend to, so I would appreciate your departure from my home. The grounds have probably shifted to suit Faelot by now." He opens a fancy pocketwatch from his side in a gloved hand. The outer shell of the watch had an unusual marking that jogged the fox's memory. "Is that your house mark?" he asks, pointing the petting paw at the watch's shell. The man glanced up at him, then at the watch before shutting it. "Your servant had that marking." The watch vanished from his sight, either into sleeve or pocket. "On his hand." tapping the back of his paw a bit awkwardly with one hand full of cat. 3
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 1, 2021 17:57:12 GMT -6
The temperature of the room dropped a bit. Anything without long hair would be shivering. The tailypo's instincts bristled, a garbled long honk. "I suggest that you take your leave." the man told him with enough ice in his tone to freeze the floor. Turning on his heel, the master of the house walked away from him to disappear into another room. 'I think I touched a nerve with asking about that unusual marking.' Taking his leave, the fox turned to leave, and found... no door. Wait. what? He held the kitten close to him. If Yolko wanted down now, losing the kitten seemed extremely likely. He turned to the windows... and found nothing. A blank space of wall. No doors on the other side. Like a long hallway with no exit. Either the master or the house itself didn't want him to leave. Or didn't want him leaving in the proper direction. 4
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 1, 2021 18:24:14 GMT -6
He didn't have any issues with the hallway and didn't even feel a thing. Yolko on the other hand, did. The feeling of swallowing something very large and having to make it move through sheer force. Eventually this long long space that went someplace would open up to someplace. And the stupidly dense fox was just standing there. Wriggling some, the tailypo got sharp fangs on his holding paw, forcing a release. Shaking their fur out ot being a bit less flat from the excessive pets, the kitten glanced back at the fox, before yowling at him. 'What, I only have the catnip cookies if you are hungry' the fox told Yolko. The forked tail lashed around its hindquarters with annoyance. Was he really this dense. Go this way. GO THIS WAY. The idiot instead reached for Yolko. Oh no. The tailypo leapt out of reaching, and stumbled backwards a few steps down the hallway. 5
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Post by Jack on Mar 1, 2021 19:04:38 GMT -6
You walk along in peace, accompanied by your companion, until... thump! You turn around, startled, to see a hole in the ground that you are certain was not there before. What kind of trickery is this? Worse than your surprise is the disappearance of your pet. They must have fallen down!
[Your pet is lost! It cannot be roleplayed for the next 5 posts while you find it!]
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 1, 2021 22:02:37 GMT -6
Missing!
A grumble. The fox wasn't prepared for this sort of run around from the cat. And smaller still then either Dawson or Mira, but Mira was backpack sized, and perfectly carry-able. This human home hallway didn't even have a window to see the sun. It had been high in the sky on entry. So what time was it outside? Nobody present knew. Yolko walked forward with little unease, until their tiny kitten weight stepped on a tile and it sank down. Uh oh. The fox and the cat-thing looked down at the tile, before fhe floor opened up in a comically large arc, like a big smile, but the tiles were like teeth. HONK! The tailypo scrabbled frantically but tiny claws had no purchase on stone, and slid down a smooth chute into noplace. Several colorful phrases of non-descript ran through Kristofor's head as he pounced forward, swiping his own paws downwards to try and catch the cat... and found only air. 6
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 1, 2021 22:09:51 GMT -6
A long time ago, when my cousins and I were still cubs, my littlest cousin fell down a rabbit hole. It took all of us to get down that hole to track him down. He wasn't hurt, but there were some rather traumatized rabbits to have three young foxes digging the curse out of their warren to find their lost sibling/cousin. Except this wasn't a rabbit hole, but some other sort of hole. I'm not going to waste time and let it eat Yolko. It might not have an attachment to me, except for my fingers tasting good, but I'm not about to let the poor thing be abandoned to a carnivorous house. Adjusting the buckle of my satchel so it snugged closer to my body, I jumped into the hole after where it had opened up. The hole itself had no clawholds, and just plummeted. And just like that, it went dark from above. 7
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 1, 2021 22:18:30 GMT -6
Picture the scene from Oliver and Company, with cat and the merry band of dogs sliding down those chutes. That's whats going on for Kristofor, except without the cat and without the fun upbeat music, and he's alone. Practically seated on his haunches and seeking grip with his hands, the fox kept sliding, his weight being accelerated by gravity and the downward spiral. What sort of rabbit hole was this?! His nails scratch frantically to stop, but there's no holds. Something slid on down past him, light enough that it had a good amount of speed after it. Kicking up dust practically at him. It didn't stop the fox's descent as he continued to slide down down down... until landing flat on his belly in the dirt as the chute suddenly dumped him out. ACHOO The dirt in his nose forced a sneeze, as Kristofor shook the floating particles out of his vision and pushed himself up on his pawhands. 8
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 1, 2021 22:31:58 GMT -6
There was a hole above his head in the semidarkness, large enough that a child could slide down with almost no catches on being too large. The opening itself had a roof that if he stood upright, Kristofor would be meeting the ceiling with his forehead. He shifted to being crouched on all fours. Ears rotating back and forth to catch any sounds. He could hear various sounds... the occasional rumble of earth. Scraping. Footsteps. Like... pairs of footsteps. ? What was down here? Creeping forward a step at a time, seeking any sort of traps that might be down here. If there were more pressure points that might open up another hole in the ground. It wasn't that deep... at least thats what the well scraped walls of the tunnel around him seemed to be so. Occasionally a root poked through the dirt walls. Maybe he was beneath the grounds... but how deep did this hole go. 9
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 1, 2021 22:40:35 GMT -6
Something was up ahead. As well as the strong smell of iron and copper. His jaw slightly agape, Kristofor tasted the air on an inhale, making a face. Blood. The smell now familiar, a pull of dread churned in his stomach. Did the tailypo cat get injured? Eaten? He increased his speed, no longer nearly as careful on where his paws touched the ground. A twig snapped. He paused, listening again. The thudding of his own heart, the occasional dropping of rock and soil in small quantity from the ceiling as something moved overhead. This must not be a single tunnel, but he had yet to find another opening... oh. There it was. The tunnel opened up into a larger space, lmost like a commons. Half hidden in the darkness, he watched. Several things were moving around in the middle of the main tunnel area. More of several larger somethings, nearly as big as he... and something small made a honking noise. Yolko? -found? 10
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 1, 2021 22:53:30 GMT -6
-image from google- It didn't take long for his eyes to adjust to the gloom. Foxes lived in holes after all, adjusting easily. It was something out of a nightmare. It was if someone had taken Rabbit and his relations, and given them a growth routine. An enormous dusty white and gray rabbit, bigger then a dining room table when horizontal is long was laying out on its side in the heart of the cave, its arm length ears draped over its back. Several small multi shaded nubs were against its exposed belly. Since when did rabbits grow so big. Risk. Instinct screaming. This wasn't a normal rabbit. The thing hadn't noticed him yet... but there was another colorful creature trying to fight its way into the nubs. Yolko was trying to get in on whatever was going down. Stupid overly hungry beast. He made to step out, and a twig snapped under his paw. And something appeared on his left without warning. The only sign before a great force smacked him into the floor was blackness. 11
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 1, 2021 23:00:56 GMT -6
It felt like he'd been clubbed. Head throbbed. neck throbbed. each pulse of his heart made everything hurt. The fox stirred, squeezing his eyes shut in pain. The first sense awakening was his hearing. And he could hear strange noises, and a lot of teeth grinding. 'Trespassers are eaten.' 'Eat the thing...' 'Did the humans send it...' 'are we discovered' 'no, it came alone. filthy dogbeast.' something sharp nudged his belly, grazing the skin. ow... 'enough' a husky sound grated out. Kristofor tried not to move as he heard more sounds, like shufflings of large animals. 'it speaks for itself' Something sharp gripped his upper body and gave a firm shake. He couldn't help it, giving a whine of pain. His eyes squeeze open a bit. Something enormous and furry is staring him in the face. and whatever it was, the face was so big it took up his entire vision. The teeth alone could bite him in half, and then yolko. 12
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 1, 2021 23:07:20 GMT -6
The creature shifted back a step, releasing him. The entirety of his vision wasn't monster rabbit face anymore, but a lot of fur. Think lionhead here, but of a dusty white color. Something colorful hung around its neck, of color he couldn't quite see. Moving his head made everything hurt. 'Who are you' the giant rabbit monster grated out, all teeth exposed in a menacing grimace. If he hadn't started shedding in fear yet, that started some. Fear of his life, like being caught by the knife armed human froze his body. Something made his arm throb painfully. Had he broken his forearm?! His gaze turned downwards briefly. No, but something tight was bound around his exposed forepaws, binding them together. It hurt, and he could feel pins and needles prickling at his fingertips. 'just a fox...just a fox.' he tries to speak, but his throat burns again, like swallowing acid. 'No...no harm meant.' 13
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