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Post by Kadin on Mar 22, 2021 18:25:28 GMT -6
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Post by Kristofor on Jun 24, 2021 10:11:24 GMT -6
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Kristofor almost wishes he had an actual cat. No, tailypo he did not consider to be an actual cat. Looks like a cat, meows like a cat, but with a face like that, Yolko is NOT a cat. Much too... ugh, whats the word... a face only your den mother could love. The kitten eats him out of house and home. Granted, anything else the labs here seems to manufacture in terms of 'cat' is the size of a tiger or has wings. Neither of which he would be able to endure. Not without a trio of exciteable hounds chasing the living daylights out of it. The tailypo already demonstrated to his pack that she wasn't about to be a dog's meal or chasey toy. Until they ran off with her favorite toy that wasn't attached to her dish of food and worked playing with them into it. No the reason he wanted an actual cat came from the second time he had discovered a mouse in his downstairs shop. June 1
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Post by Kristofor on Jun 24, 2021 10:15:38 GMT -6
For him, a fox is no stranger to mice. They inhabit the same digging tunnels, although of much different sizes. Heck, he believed one of the tailors who had done his best shirt was a mouse of some sort. He pounces, making his ancestors proud or question his sanity, pinching the back of its neck to finish the mouse quickly. He had a use for these intruder mice. Feeding his bird, who seemed to like larger prey that wasn't just a grape. With the mouse stored in his cold storage, hanging from its tail to 'drain' like one would suspend a butchered carcass, the fox went out to find out more on pest control. Did his landlord know aobut the mice? Had he been bad about storing the food in his cold and dry storages? The mouse problem wasn't his alone, it turns out. A number of people as he passes by, complain about mouse problems. 2
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Post by Kristofor on Jun 24, 2021 10:15:50 GMT -6
In the pantry, in the barn, in the snake exhibits way too much... its like a mouse invasion! The humans argue among themselves on who or where the mice are even coming from. In Kristofor's mind, everytime he heard mouse, he defered to thinking about the small tailor. But these mice were... suspiciously organized. "My, what a problem..." he pauses, and its by the questing board. There's a rather desperately written request for mousers... down Miisaa. Miisaa is the next avenue of houses and estates down south from the Vall. Someone is standing near him, their hands jammed into pockets of rather... form fitting pants. "A mouse problem so serious that not even a pest control can stop it..." Kristofor's gaze moves upwards... and its the young man with black hair that is much longer then a normal male wears. His clothing is very form fitting, with a loud red coat hanging around his elbows. 3
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Post by Kristofor on Jun 24, 2021 10:16:04 GMT -6
The tanned figure glances at him with a half smile. "A pity, isn't it?" the fox nods. "The mice are very prolific here in this city." Kristofor answers, finding the words just coming out... without much work. "Almost as if they are organized." The green eye watching him has a glint of smirk. "Very perceptive." the man replies, looking back at the sign. "This farmer is one of the larger grain producers in the city. If you have grain eaters or buy breads, likely those grains came from him." "Not right now. Most of my creatures eat meat like I do, or grapes." "Grapes...?" "a very picky flitisaur." The man's very slim eyebrows raise. Reanimated fossils are a minority of beasts, but there were a few out there. "I see." He rolls his shoulders a bit. The fox he's seen before, even talked to before. Now whether the fox remembered him? 4
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Post by Kristofor on Jun 24, 2021 10:26:35 GMT -6
"The triad heard about you... and has an interest in you..." the human leers at him, and suddenly pounces and... he wakes up. Kristofor jolts awake, looking around wildly. Where... where? His fur is sticky and feels like he's been lying around inside of a breathing mouth. Ugh.... he rolls onto his back, tossing an arm over his muzzle and eyes. What day is it... had to think a moment... oh right. Solstice. He did not like summertime. Long fur makes him miserable in the summer. And solstice moon madness is not a myth. As for where he is, glancing around his surroundings around his arm. open air... had he been napping outside in the garden? Sitting up carefully, the fox found himself... not in a place he recognized. And he's HOT. Almost as bad as he had felt with the encounter of the lazy lord Lucifer. Footsteps. Who is it. Where is he? 5
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Post by Nadia on Jun 25, 2021 5:20:12 GMT -6
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Post by Kristofor on Jun 28, 2021 4:41:46 GMT -6
"Well, that is an improvement." someone says. As he followed the voice with his ears, Kristofor tried not to make any sudden movements. There's the sloshing of liquid, like a pail or a wash tub, more footsteps. Finally the thunk of placing down something heavy. "Back to the world of the wakened?" He turns slowly, and sees a grinning figure with a lot of sharp teeth. The efrit from the mansion? 'I...yes...' he doesn't form words quite right, confused on why he hears his native language vs attempting to speak Common. Those gleaming red eyes watch him as their owner takes a seat on a stumplike stool beside him. A wave of dizziness comes to the fox... he reaches for his muzzle and closes his eyes, swaying as he sat. Two strong hands are leaning into him, pushing back to move him downwards into laying flat. 'where am...I?' he tries to make words work. 6
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Post by Kristofor on Jun 28, 2021 4:50:06 GMT -6
A cup of water tips at the edge of his muzzle, coaxing for him to drink. He does... and finds his body is exceedingly thirsty. The cup is gone, and more water. He drinks three times before the fox turns away, his stomach feels queerly. A warm hand pushes his longer fur away from his forehead, a finger on the inner edge of his ear. "Just rest..." the words feel far away... and he rests, fading out of reach again.... - The sharptooth youth chews on his lip as he watches the fox fade into a heat-sick sleep again. Fever is dangerous. It makes him so nervous, wringing out cloths to be damp, almost dripping and putting gentle wraps around the fox's neck, armpits, kneepits, around his head and over his forehead and eyes. His breathing has evened out though... thats good. He glances at the empty and discarded vial of something that had been injected. 7
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Post by Kristofor on Jun 28, 2021 4:55:52 GMT -6
"You've not seen anything like him before, have you, efrit." the smooth operator's voice of the crow child asks as the door opens beyond him, behind him. The rattley rolley sound, he must be making his master's meal. Was it dinnertime already? "I've seen foxes, I've seen HIM, and I've seen allergic reactions go badly. Not all at once." The sharptooth reaches backwards as the rolley sound approaches his right, and picks a random bit of something off the cart. A crumpet. "My question, crow, is how you knew what had happened to him, and had the resources handy to... stop this from getting worse." The cart stops rolling past. When he's sitting, the child is taller then he is. And makes sure he knows it. "After my master and I saw him a second time on the property, we looked into him. He's a young fox who came from far away." 8
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Post by Kristofor on Jun 28, 2021 5:03:10 GMT -6
"A few loose lipped raccoons mentioned of a Lucifer who had marked off a fox recently. Something about a disagreement over food." The sharptooth's eyes narrow, slits of red visible. He knows of the Triad's 'assassin'. "It leads to assume he's got a rather low immunity to poison, because he had a rather nasty reaction this time." The crow child shivers belatedly. The poor fox found outside their property, a terrible greenish reaction on his face and assumingly dominant arm. The antidote pens he'd created in case his own master is poisoned prove handy in this case. Thank god humans in town keep goats. They watch the fox sleep, his eyes flickering under the lids in fever-dream. What had gotten to him this time. The sharptooth takes a few more pieces off the cart before getting a newspaper roll on the shoulder and the cart rattles away. "I don't suspect foul play but..." 9
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Post by Kristofor on Jun 28, 2021 5:08:09 GMT -6
Kristofor's fever breaks after over a day; and his carers have to wonder; what the hell had he gotten himself into now. He himself wonders the same thing, briefly. The only thing he'd done is wash that cat's dog for him.... and go out to... and it ends from there. The fox wakes up into darkness, a damp cloth over his eyes and forehead. He reaches for it, and pulls it down. There's a faint puffy feeling around the edge of his nose and muzzle. Like being stung by a bee? The sound of paper being turned onto itself. Across from him, barely visible from the direction he lies, the sense of the crow child, with a leather bound volume, is sitting in a chair nearby, reading. "Why are you in my shop?..." the fox asks stupidly. "I'm not. You're in my master's house." the servant answered curtly. "Have been for two days. Yes, someone fed your dogs. I know someone who is good at picking locks." 10
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Post by Kristofor on Jun 28, 2021 10:11:29 GMT -6
A nervous gurgling grumble comes from the fox, who... looks shocked and embarassed. There's a tapping that draws his attention and he sees a plate of crumpets, and by the smell, blueberry jam. The servant nods, and the fox takes a crumpet and a bit of jam. Oh... so good. "Any idea what you did this time to put yourself in such a state?" His mouth full of crumpet, the fox shakes his head no. What was he talking about? A sigh from the carer. "Something you did left you with an unbelievably puffy face adn your paws too. Get stung by a bee?" 'Nmo, washed a dog...' the fox answeres around his crumpet. 'for a new customer.' "What kind of dog?" Kristofor thinks for a minute.... 'Warginu. Had a brown ish pattern and green splotches down her back.' The servant nods. Then tosses a rolled up bit of wordage on his lap. 11
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Post by Kristofor on Jun 28, 2021 10:22:20 GMT -6
"That worginu is a big bad breed. An acid based animal.' the crow points out, jabbing at the now unrolled wordage on it. Well... that made a LOT of sense. 'The cat mentioned her drool stung... and she licked me...' and there comes the explanation. 'Didn't even think of that...' "You might want to order a stock of bezoar pens and keep them in your shop in case this happens again." the crow points out grumpily. Kristofor's ears droop as he finishes his first crumpet. "Because one friendly licky puppy likely would've killed you if someone hadn't found you lying outside the property." The scary part is he doesn't even recall getting there. "On another note, you came in time for bonfire month." 'Bonfire month?' He knows of the solstice moon festival, and thats a wild item. "Some people outside call it the Firefly Festival. but it has bonfires. So." Yes that made sense. 12
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Post by Kristofor on Jun 28, 2021 10:32:29 GMT -6
"I should apologize to your master...and to you for being an inconvenience." the fox finally finishes his crumpets and jam. "Thank you for taking care of me." The servant crow gets up, stretches his arms back over his head. "You'll thank feathers and his creepy master, but noo... won't thank me." came a disappointed voice from the window. Its open, and crouching there with his blackened feet clinging to the sill is the sharp toothed ...person? "I'm the one who found you outside, carried you in.. bla blah blah." he's grinning and it sounds more playful then anything else. "Good to see you not becoming a foxskin rug." "Thank you for helping me." the fox puts his muzzle towards his chest in a sitting bow of the head. "I'm-" "Dont' be sorry, feathers needs something to do besides order these idiots around a moldy old mansion like this one." the efritish human chuckles, and clambers out of the way before the crow can stick a utensil in him. 13
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