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Post by Kristofor on Oct 4, 2020 16:33:49 GMT -6
Shes...-cough- really freaking out., its tough to hang onto the small dog sized panilla, who's suddenly trying to get away from the boy, down my shirt, on the back. Her tugs on my fur, the wheeks of panic. Difficult to reach inside a shirt... ow ow ow ow fur.... Without caring that there was a creepy black haired child there, I undo the buttons, discard my shirt, and manage to remove Harmony from my back, fistfuls of fur in her grip and distract her with some food. Great... more bald spots. It was at this point that I remembered the boy right across from us, now that Harmony's distracted. He looks... surprised.
"I've only encountered one houndfolk in my life, and he became a man, but could shift. But you are a fox." he muses, noting the bald ring around my neck, the moderately sized shaved patches on my side and back.
Does this -cough- surprise you or the fact that I can talk and you understand me..., I ask him before taking more sips of the waterskin. The silence is broken by the rapid gnawing of bamboo.
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 4, 2020 17:22:55 GMT -6
"You speak with the same language of an old... irritant acquaintance. A different dialect. I always believed him to be a fox." the boy says with a pondering pose. "Your appearance and language give me plenty of evidence." a smile spreads across his pale features. "Your pet... colorful as it is, is afraid of me because she sees me as a predator. Every animal I've met or had as a pet are terrified of me." He sits down outside the bushes. "Not even these little creatures want something to do with me." He lobs something... that squashes out before my shoes. Its... a wiggly organ. UH....what. It flails on its own. WHEEK WHEEK WHEEK WHEEK! On great timing, Harmony finishes her snack, sees the oozy wiggly thing that definitely wasn't an organ. It spurts a bit from being scratched by a stray broken off thorn, and Harmony, I'm very thankful, is tethered to me. She SCREAMS.
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 4, 2020 19:31:38 GMT -6
"Found youuuuu!" the hunting cry of the crazy redhead echoed overhead and beyond. I heard the boy curse to himself. 'Not again. Not ******* again.' he growled to himself before grabbing a handful of my fur to draw me closer. 'Keep your head down and shut that stupid thing up, and we'll both avoid that mad redhead.' Nodding, I fished for more food to tempt the screaming panilla in my arms. She was pressed against my belly, trying to find purchase to get the hell away from the slimy bloody organ? that was writhing around on the ground, totally not freaking out too. Wait. organs don't react to screams, do they? Shhh, shhhh. My fingers find her fur, stroking gently. Calm down, calm myself and she might calm down with me. WHEEK WHEEK WHEEK WHEEK!!!!
"COME OUT AND PLAAAAAAY!" the voice echoed overhead. Through the bushes, I could see the boy's eyes gleam ruby red briefly. Talking to himself.
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 4, 2020 19:55:45 GMT -6
I'm going to be hearing alarm screams in my sleep, its so shrill. But it won't be the first time we encounter scary sights; The sight of a loose organ on the ground really throws me off but at the same time... its not bleeding everywhere. There is no smell of bodies that I can pick up... oh can she please stop squealing? Shh... shhh... all I can do is let her press against me and pet her back and try not freak out myself. The ruby gaze hasn't dimmed beyond the thorny bushes. My limbs are a bit long, but if I shift about... a bit of wiggling before I try to lay down like a regular fox can and let the panilla nuzzle into my bare furry upper body. She's still wheeking in terror but my fingers gently brush through her fur. Over and over... breathe in deep, hold it, exhale slowly. Repeat. Focus inwards. Wrapping my tail around my legs.
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 4, 2020 20:04:16 GMT -6
Slowly, Harmony's screams die down until its softer, just wheeking instead of screaming in my ears. Good girl. Its awkward to reach for my pocket, but a piece of bamboo gets offered to her, which she takes and starts eating. Good... very good. My gaze returns to the organ on the ground, but its... are those EYES ON IT?! It looks at me, I look at it... and it isn't flailing anymore. Must be sensitive to noise. The sound of boots crushing leaves comes way close to us. My breath catches inside my chest as I wait it out. still petting Harmony as if nothing is wrong. "COME OUT COME OUT WHEREEVER YOU AAAAAARRRRRE!" the mad redhead cosplayer calls out as they run past. The sound of boot stepping on something not a leaf is heard as they race past, madly. A hiss... and the ruby gaze finally goes out. "ow."  ? 17 |
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 4, 2020 20:17:05 GMT -6
"Bullheaded and doesn't look where he runs. Of course he's the biggest screwup." the boy mutters, massaging his hand. It looks... stepped on. He looks past the bushes, and the redhead is long gone.
How did he not hear us...hear her...?, I ask in a hushed whisper.
"Illusion, mostly. Only really good, complicated illusions can mask sound and smell." the boy explains, trying to make a fist with his squashed hand, wincing. "Damn idiot stepped on my hand while I was casting. Ow." The hand appears to be a bit flatter and two fingers are crooked. He smirks to himself, despite the pained expression. "Well, this'll make my master laugh, at the very least. Get my casting hand stepped on while trying to avoid an annoyance."
What a cruel master, I grumble. You should be treated better.
"Oh, believe me. I am treated EXTREMELY well. Don't worry about that." he looks at the awkward way I've laid out. With the eating panilla too.
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 4, 2020 20:25:59 GMT -6
Wheek? The panilla's ears radar over to the boy with red eyes and she looks at him briefly. WHEEK! Burying her face in my fur again. I shush her with pets and soft noises, while offering her food. Wait... what if she was shown he wasn't a threat. Its awkward to reach into my pocket and find a few chunks of bamboo.
Here, she should try to get used to scary people, I offer the bamboo pieces to him. The boy looks at me, looks at the bamboo, looks at the rodent buried in my fur, and repeats the cycle of sight.
"Cat enough." he mutters to himself and takes the bamboo from my waiting paw. "What do you want me to do, she's terrified of the sight of me." That's a great question. Um.
Pretend you are not interested in her. Dont' look don't even react. If she takes the food, I'll praise her with more. Otherwise we'll just watch., I finally decide to tell him. It was worth a shot, right? We'll ignore the organ with eyes.
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 4, 2020 20:29:56 GMT -6
I instruct the boy to sit there with his bad hand as open as he could manage, just letting a piece of bamboo lay there. To not twitch his fingers if possible.
"A crazy idea." he says to me as he tries to relax, a strained expression still on his face from the stepping on of his hand. Was it the big portion of the shoe or the ... "heel. His heel got my hand. Idiot wears wide high heeled shoes." Huh, don't human women wear shoes like that to make them taller?
Harmony's teeth make short work of the bamboo I'd offered her as she realizes two things; One, her food was gone, and I hadn't offered her more. Two, I had stopped petting her too. She looked around. The big scary was sitting there. !!! Wheek! About to duck away, something caught on to her attention. His paw, different and paler then fox paw, was slightly crooked, and there was food in it?
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 4, 2020 22:39:29 GMT -6
I don't understand panilla wheeks, but Harmony's confused. She looks at the pale child with no fur, still and resting. He has food in his crooked paw, his scary red eyes closed and, or just looking away. Ok, that was wrong. The pale one has a bit of black fur topping his head. Wheek? She looks back at me, who hasn't moved either. I nod my muzzle in his direction. For I have no food in my paws to give her. The looking back and forth between us continued for a few minutes, her long whiskers a twitch, before grooming her face and whiskers a few times.. The quiet wheeks of curiosity but fear coming from her. Down on all fours, the colorful smaller panilla sniffs the air, seeing the food. The food smells real...
Don't speak, dont' move if you can help it., I whisper to the boy. He exhales softly through his nose but doesn't open his eyes.
'easier said then done.'
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 4, 2020 22:44:46 GMT -6
There's no movement between them.... and the panilla looked between them. Again and again. Her tail twitched, raised as if going to scream in alarm. But there's food. Nobody's moveing. In that case... she darts forward and steals the food from the waiting hand. Her paw freezes right before that. The crooked fingers are twitching. WHEEK! She backed off a few steps before barking at the hand. Bark bark! And stealing the food before barking at the twitching fingers againg and retreating to the fox's fur. It was soft and warm and he had food, right? She held the stolen bamboo until reaching him, and stood there, eating it deliberately in front of the scary thing. I stole your food!
Better then screaming., I sigh. My hearing aches a bit from the shrill squeals, but pull out a few more pieces of bamboo. Offering one to Harmony. Good girl Harmony. He's not scary. Just a human. She wheeks and steals my food too, and holds it while eating the other, mowing through it with those teeth of hers.
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 4, 2020 22:52:57 GMT -6
The boy glances thorugh nearly lidded eyes at the panilla while he draws his hand close to massage the stepped on portion of it. "I didn't think that would work immediately." he looks at the panilla with interest. "Smart thing. Like a cat?" I shrug, as beside a breed name, I don't know anything specific about the panilla. "Her fur is dyed?" Another shrug...
Her owner mentioned she was a lab creation on a peacock, whatever that meant., I finally tell him. Its not compulsion to explain, but being dishonest with people, even people who make my hackles stand on end occasionally is something I don't want to do. The boy takes another piece of bamboo, and repeats the attempt of not letting his injured hand twitch until after Harmony has taken the food away.
She stands there in the dirt, eating both pieces of bamboo, glancing suspiciously while wheeking the whole time. Softly though.
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 4, 2020 23:11:51 GMT -6
The back and forth of tempting the little panilla to take food from the ruby eyed servant boy repeats itself until Harmony stopped barking 'at' him and he opened his eyes to look at her. Her fur stands up but she waddles up to him with his open wounded hand, looks at him, purposefully takes the food and turns her back on him to march back to me. To recieve her reward and settle in the warmth of my fur to eat her prizes. The last repetition had been slower, and the panilla seemed to be getting full. The boy straightened his posture, flexing his hand and fingers to see what was broken. The most wincing I saw to this came from massaging the edge of his hand, not the fingers.
"two bones broken. I'll break that idiot's face." he hissed to himself.
You got hurt for helping me, I apologize., I bow my head to him, my snout almost to the ground.
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 4, 2020 23:17:57 GMT -6
"Keep your apologies." the boy smirks in return. "Its more amusing to interrupt the freaper's fun then to sit there and let him screw up."
What is a ...freaper?, I ask. Reaching into his cloak-coat, the boy produces a pair of bottles. One has a black and red swirl inside, rocking the bottle a little. The other is a wide mouth and a squat body, which he scoops up the little organ that hadn't moved since. It squirms in his black nailed grip until a sloooping noise makes the wet little thing land in the bottle. He corks it, and puts them between us.
"The black one is a freaper. This... organ is just some gross... uh... thing that seems to come out of hiding in this bleak time of year. When the master's reality shifting spell declares the night of spooks and phantoms. The Vai min mur, as he called it. Actually, that thing looks like... a spleen. How about a spleeny." he finally decides to call the organ in a bottle.
Wheek! wheek! To our surprise, the panilla finished her snacks, and pulls the bottles away from him and towards me. Barking at him. Uh...?
-end accept scary sights?
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 5, 2020 21:26:58 GMT -6
Parting Harmony from the boy's bottled creatures proved a bit difficult as she didn't want to let them go. Eventually the distraction of more food got her to release the two bottles.
"Go ahead and take them, I have no need for the little things." the boy waved away the two bottles when offered back. "To be specific, a freaper is a free reaper." He watched my face for beyond a look of pinched confusion. What was a reaper? "Reapers are what come to take your spirit away when you die." He looks back over the estate. "This is the month of darkness, spirits, spooks and when the planes are very thinly attached. Thus why things like those can wander around freely. The only real threat is humans or themselves. The larger apparitions don't eat them." Wiggling his fingers and massaging his hand, the boy's skin appears to be peeling? And bleeding freely under the peeling. Uh oh.
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 5, 2020 21:36:52 GMT -6
Um, your hand is bleeding? Peeling?
"Hm. I figured that might happen." the boy doesn't seem to be affected at all of having his skin peel up like off a corpse. He takes hold of the peeling, and RIPS IT RIGHT OFF.
Normally this wouldn't bother me, I've seen my family bring in something dead, and prepare it. Harmony likely had a kind owner who prepared their food away from her. But the flecks of red that were clinging to the torn off layer of skin landed on her. On her paws, on her bamboo, and she SCREAMED again. WHEEK WHEEK WHEEK! She throws her food aside and throws herself into the dirt, trying to roll around and get dust and dirt all over her. She is trying to get the smell, the bits of blood off, as fast as possible. The boy watches her panicking reaction, casually licking the back of his hand clean as if its not dripping freely into the dirt. "What" he looks puzzled at my wide eyed reaction.
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