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Post by Kristofor on Oct 24, 2020 20:38:44 GMT -6
By his expression, the pinching together of his pointed eyes, I found a thorn the ashen wasn't willing to tread into. Apologies burned inside and I opened my mouth to say so, but he shakes his head and puts up a hand. "Its not...no. Links are acquired through genetics, but they activate through events. Some people go their whole lives without exposure to their Link." He looks at his slightly tanned, but blackened at the tips hands. "I think I heard the crow call it a 'swallowed node' sort of magic. Every Link manifests differently if you consume the power. For mine, it came out of my feet. For another I know, they can control the air pressure with heat." I see. So the servant boy back there, the crow, was makign fun of your Link with calling you an ifrit.; "Yeah." he rubs the back of his neck with his hand. Glancing down at Dawson who is entertaining himself. 99
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 24, 2020 20:45:10 GMT -6
"He said you had the spiritual sensitivity of a toaster, and thats why you didn't turn tail and run away." My ears flatten back briefly with annoyance. That wasn't a kind gesture of him to say. of a TOASTER? Scuffing my paw in the graveyard dirt a bit, my tone turns grumbly. How pleasant of him to believe such a fib; I swear I felt something with holding that familiar's jeweled heart. But maybe it was just an imaginative thought. The ashen grins again. "Yeah, riot to encounter. I hope we don't have to meet him again." he looks around at the small graveyard, at the various creatures ducking behind stones. "If you turn around and go back, you'll find the gate so you can leave here." he offers. That would likely be enough aventuring for one day. Nodding, I take up Dawson again before he succeeds in chewing through the rope. "Oh, here you go, I might melt these." The ashen hands me an entire STACK of maple leaves. They're quite waxy feeling to the touch as I hold onto them, each broken into the shepe of a face. "Toss those in the well by the gate. You might get something interesting. Its supposed to be a wishing well." I thank him, and we part ways at last. 100 +1 -fin?-
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Post by Nadia on Oct 25, 2020 13:11:59 GMT -6
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Post by Kristofor on Feb 24, 2021 12:55:11 GMT -6
“I had to do a lot of research on pet-friendly candy to have for sale, so all the candies I’ve left are good for people and their pets!” The fox looked doubtfully at the literal stack of candies he’d been given. Top it off with the old tree person’s batches of little kitty konfections. Weird name, why not spell it properly in Laiyan. The treat, when he bit into a corner of it, tasted distinctly of herbed tuna. Smelled more then tasted like catnip, thankfully. Breaking off a small bit, he put it inside the tailypo’s pen. Laying flat on its back, the energetic whelp of a kitten made a deflated honk noise while looking upside down at him. Food? A few short legged scrambles, before the kitten managed to right itself and found a... square. More of a trapezoid shapewise, with the notched bite mark off the corner. February 1
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Post by Kristofor on Feb 24, 2021 13:05:18 GMT -6
The kitten crouched on tiny bandy legs, staring unblinkingly at the object. The scent wasn’t potent as chopping the entire plant, the shopkeeper mentioned, but cooked catnip still had scent when the leaf broke up. Reaching out a paw, and tapping it. Pouncing on it, and rolling over with the item in paw. Nipping at it with tiny teeth. Er, maybe it should have been softer. “Don’t worry dearie, the egg and tuna in the recipe make the cookie quite chewy, even for babies.” He paid more attention to the cat-thing then her, but nodded. Half his attention on the cat, one quarter on around him, including the white leafed tree human and a quarter over raised voices outside. The cookie broke up with being licked and nibbled at. “I might add an extra amount of tuna and egg for more moisture. It is a trial recipe, and your kitty appears to like them.” Granted what cat wouldn’t like a catnip infused cookie. 2
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Post by Kristofor on Feb 25, 2021 19:19:40 GMT -6
Before there was more one-sided shouting form the other room, a sound that could be described as a grinding pop went off... and the tailypo honked loudly before opening its mouth WIDE and snatching up the cookie whole. It attracted all attention. "Oh my, that is unusual." as if passing off the hybrid color of a flower, the old woman went to check on the batch of cookies. "I haven't heard yet of a cat who can dislocate their jaws like a snake." The oven, embedded in the wall, opened up and a waft of cooked fish and herbs spread through the room. "Looks just about right." Retrieving a hand covering to pull the tray from the oven, she set the hot object aside on a cooling rack. Neither had he, the fox considered as he watched the bright yolk yellow-orange cat awkwardly chewing on more food then could fit into their maw originally. With a smug look. 3
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Post by Kristofor on Feb 25, 2021 19:26:54 GMT -6
"Have you given your new cat a name yet, child?" she asked, pulling the fox off the full attention of the tailypo's eating. No, I haven't. He told her. "Do you have name idea?" She hums something while picking around the room, two plastic bags in hand. The kinds you can tie off the top with ribbon, y'know. Cookie bags. "Not off hand, but your cat does have a rather yellow color to their fur, like egg yolks. How about an egg themed name? Egg holiday is right around the corner after all." at his blank look... "Faelot is the egg holiday for the city." Ah. The fox regards the kitten as it finishs eating the cookie, licking its paws with precision to scrub at its crumby cheeks. ...."Yolko." The big batlike ears twitched. "Thats a nice choice of name dear child. Don't want to be the kind of owner who calls their creatures 'hey you' forever now." 4
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Post by Kristofor on Feb 25, 2021 19:59:32 GMT -6
No, he really didn't want to be that fox. The crackling of plastic reaches his ears as a pair of filled cookie bags appeared next to his elbow on the counter. "Thank you for hyour help dearie. Would you mind doing an old woman one more favor?" a pause before he nods. What could she want? "See, the master of the mansion out on the edge of the city is a big fan of sweets during Vakrah. Used to run a candy factory at one point. So we shopkeepers occasionally put together a bag of sweets to send for him and his workers during the month. Would you mind running the delivery for me? My cookies took a bit longer to finish up this month then previous. so its the last one to go out. "I can do it, yes." Kristofor says, as he takes the bag and thanks her with a nod of his head. Scooping up Yolko without much warning *HONK?!* and the two bags of cookies. THus how he got to the front of the mansion with a wriggly cat. 5
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Post by Jack on Feb 25, 2021 20:01:03 GMT -6
A little bird perched on a jar of caramels
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Post by Kristofor on Feb 25, 2021 20:32:13 GMT -6
"Hey." A clawed hand caught hold of Kristofor's arm as he had been leaving the shop. "Thanks." and a pile of candy got shoved in his arms. On the way to the mansion, he had to sideline to drop off the load at his kennel and finally came back to the mansion's gates, which had also been 'graced' with the pink glitter and paper mess. As he'd passed, the two had cornered someone with their arms full of pink art supplies, but he hadn't bothered asking quesitons further. They had their thing, he had his. Hauled around like a floursack itself, Yolko didn't know where the hell up was half the time the fox was moving around. Two things were on its mind; food, and how to get it. Knew where it was, the fox's pouch. Because what fox DOESN'T have a pouch on their body somewhere, right? *yes, this tailypo thinks he's a marsupial 6
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Post by Kristofor on Feb 25, 2021 20:56:30 GMT -6
Deliver the candy to the master of the mansion huh. Who even WAS the master. The way the old human who looked like a tree talked about them, seemed to have been here in the city for a long time, and used to run a candy factory? Or did run a candy factory. Granted, he saw no giant chicken warehouses around here, which in his opinion, was a factory of sort. The only one's hed encountered on the property had been the 'crow' and the 'not-afrit' and the doglike cronies of some higher up in the Trinity Triads. As he approached the gates, there was the sound of clopping behind him. The fox turned around and found a pair of giants clopping down the street, pulling an old fashioned carriage. And the gates, previouly closed, opened on their own. That was unusual. Mow? Yolko twisted about to watch the big object go past. 7
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Post by Kristofor on Feb 27, 2021 12:39:34 GMT -6
For the fox, it was a giant ugly den on wheels, the window holes covered by little curtains, pulled by clopping giants. Deer maybe? But hornless, and more muscled. A figure directed the clopping beasts with a smack of a vinelike whip to turn them in direction as the den on wheels went into the property. As it passed, something gave him the willies. A piercing stare from somewhere inside the object? The back wheels bumped briefly as the den on wheels went from cobblestones to the dirt path into the property. 'What was that...' what an unusual mode of transport. No longer wallflowering by the pinkified gate, Kristofor hung back from the entrance, his instincts prickling a bit. Not everything he'd encountered in there was friendly, but... a candy delivery shouldn't be that hard, right? Er, cookies. Right. Cookies. CHOMP 'Ouch!' the fox yelped as a set of comically elongated teeth sank into his paw, forcing him to release the tailypo. 8
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Post by Kristofor on Feb 27, 2021 12:50:47 GMT -6
For a helpless kitten, Yolko landed with the grace of a cat on all fours, shaking out its short fur to puff out a bit. Glancing back, those big sapphire eyes glower at the fox briefly. Holding his paw briefly. Well it was his fault for holding too tight. Wasn't squishable like cookies were. Without waiting, the kitten scampered through the gates. Or at least would've made it far if the fox's reflexes were less. Before Yolko found itself scooped up a second time. 'Not this time' the fox growled in its oversized bat ear. 'and that hurt'. Meerw. Tiny paws kicked at his strong arm. Want down. Want DOWN! Instead another paw cups under the flailing lower half and holds closer to the fluffy chest fur of the fox. Urgh, not the warm. Warm was nice... and warm... and not dirty. Yet. The struggles slowly died off as the tailypo's paws kneaded his fur instead. 9
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Post by Kristofor on Feb 27, 2021 12:55:35 GMT -6
Might as well do this trip quickly. The last thing he wanted wsa to chase down another wayward pet inside this area. Something caught his paw as the fox walked inside. Looking down, the two saw a jar of caramels, just chilling there, wrapped to hell with pink ribbon, and a bird tied onto it. The blue bird flapped its wings a few times, chattering at them. There seemed to be a loop around the jar and tangled to its feet. Had it been here long? Experimentally the fox released the tailypo to see if the cling woudl remain. and it did. Good. Carefully so it didn't dislodge the kitten, he stooped and picked up the caramels. The bird's loop caught it alongside and pulled it five feet up, scrabbling and chirping frantic. Predator! Cat! CAAAAAAAT The red loop was just caught over the rim of the jar. 'Hold on' the fox muttered, trying to hold the jar and manipulate the red cord with his other paw. 10
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Post by Kristofor on Feb 27, 2021 13:04:03 GMT -6
The same tree as before, that had spat out people and mutts before, still planted right by the gate. Perfect, he needed a brace to not drop the jar. The fox moved with cat and bird over to the tree, so he could balance the jar and unwrap the cord from its lid. Hours of unsuccessfully trying to pick it apart with beak and tangling itself further, the bird flapped frantically again, trying to lash out and catch the fox's eyes or ears and get them to drop the jar, break it and let it free. His careful black and silvered paw fingers picking at the red cord. A few minutes passed of fiddling. The bird's stamina was dropping, but there wasn't a perch point being high up, feet still tangled. Fine. Letting itself swing freely by the feet, tangled in cord, trying not to smash itself into the jar by accident. Fully aware of the big sapphire cat eyes watching its every move. 11
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