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Post by Kristofor on Mar 5, 2021 13:26:46 GMT -6
 ((set before quest 10)) He'd been thinking about it. Thinking long and hard. His trio of small creatures were well and good, getting generally along with each other. Just the species territorial issues that could solve easily enough with having a separate space for Dawson to run about and leave the other two alone. The cat could likely care less about the choice of playmate; as she appeared married to her food. Weird choice of thought words, but truth. 'Could we use a new playmate who's more your size who isn't a carnivore?' he asked Mira, laying on his back in his wooly blanket, with the panilla chilling out on his fluffy chest fur. Wheek... the sleepy eyed chinchilla creature tilts her head up at him before laying down again. Eh, whatever, she seemed to be fine with it. Or just didn't care. Fluffy fur resting place is fluffy. Guess that reaction means yes. The panilla wakes up to the smell of other animals not long later. Nestled in the crooks of her fox's neck and shoulders, she lifted her head to stare at the outside of the building with the big thing. He was going inside the giant place, at least giant to a panilla. 1 |
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 5, 2021 13:34:45 GMT -6
A human greets the fox as he enters the room, offering a stack of papers. If he had questions about any of the creatures here, to just ask. They has a volunteer tshirt and stained jeans on.
"Do you have any creatures here that would be a playmate for my panilla?" Kristofor nods to the silver eyed fluffy lump peering out of his neck fur. The human points down the hall, to look for 0 1 1 8. Strange human number sounds. It might be a bit big for her but has a great temperament.
Whatever that meant, and with a curiosity, the fox walked into the next room. The first room lit well and dedicated to smaller creatures. He saw birds, fluffier creatures, things with scales... here it was. 0 1 1 8. The floor had a sandy look, half dedicated to a gritty appearing sandbox, and elevated food and water containers. Kristofor checked the tag again, this wsa the right number...
WHEEK WHEEK. Mira peeked out from his shoulder, blinking in the bright lights. Something made scraping noises inside, and the suddenly more descript dog houselike thing covered in sand and dirt bumps before something about the size of a young fox crawls out of the doghouse. Wait, what the heck>! What was this thing!
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 5, 2021 13:42:10 GMT -6
Sand brown and tan, the creature that looked like a rabbit on its hind legs freed itself of its plastic burrow, ears flicking somewhat as it looked about. Looking out at the door, then up. and up. and UP. Ok, too high up. The creature stood up on its hind legs as would be perfectly normal. A long thin tail with a fluffy portion that looked like it slid up and down like one of those carnival human toys curled up close to its back, draping past. Like a Fluffy cat toy. But unlike a rabbit, or anything Kristofor, being a woodland runner, had ever seen, was the thicker portions of skin that encrusted its fur on a good.. half of its body. It made a noise that sounded like a sniffle and a sneeze, of curiosity. Of why it was looking at it. There were far fancier, far newer, far more... playable things in this room. Just had watched someone come in not recently and pick the newly dragged in cat and tiny horse things. Even the big animals who could fit through doors had to come through 'cuddles land'. The jackaroo (not that the fox knows this) knew very well that jackaroo aren't cuddly. But what it did see, was.
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 5, 2021 13:52:04 GMT -6
The volunteering human pokes into the room briefly when hearing the loud noise of Mira. No exceptional tries to be quiet here, and Kristofor's ear might ache later for beign squeeked in. He mentions that if he wanted, they could interact in the next room with the creature, and there were toys and treats and such, and disappeared again. Something clattered in the next room, like trying to catch a rolling pot.
Mira would have to accept the newcomer if he had the sense to get her a new friend. The cage was unlocked, and a simple handle to work if one had opposable thumbs. Which the creature didn't have, and its paws were too large to fit through the metal chain mesh. The concrete floor felt cold to his paws, and probably would be cold for the creature too.
'I can carry you if you want.' he tells the creature, but all it hears is growls and yips, likely enough. Crouching on his knees, the fox offered his paw with the fingers turned downwards for it to sniff. Kristofor felt the panilla shifting across his shouulders to move to the other arm, and shoulder. She seemed interested in the other creature too?
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 5, 2021 14:03:13 GMT -6
Occasionally the jackaroo got 'outside the cage time'. All of them did. The poor human male who took care of them just never had enough time. And the jackaroo had been here... for a very long time. Likely if someone asked the human male for the jackaroo's file, there would be nothing but a number. Surrender? A captured stray? Or an escapee from a shipment from the jackaroo population that now stocked the Zoological Imports 'pet' shop? Nobody would likely know. So being offered a paw like this put it on guard. Neither creature moved except for the white furball crawling its way down the big black and silver one's arm. Until it was nearly nose to nose with the jackaroo.
Wheek? It, smelling distinctly female, chirped at him, her big pale eyes framed by fluffy fur. There was something brightly colored snugged behind her head and around her front legs from what the cagebound jackaroo could see from its angle. A pet then. Or just incredibly stupid on whats attached. The colorful leash thing dropped to the giant's feet, and she slowly hopped down before waddlign out onto the cold floor. Looking back over her shoulder and giving a few wheeks to follow. Rodento de rodento.
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 5, 2021 14:10:07 GMT -6
Guarded but curious of the very fluffy rodent that seemed very interested in themself, the rabbit thing with an abnormal tail and a skin condition tentatively hopped forward, touching its almost spurred front paws to the cold concrete. Eep, cold! Never got better, thats for sure. The giant with black and silver hair had a tail that seemed to block access outwards. The human always remembered to shut the door from the other side. Maybe it was the first, second... ok, umpteenth attempt to kick the door down when his back was turned. Or jump up and operate that horrible cold cage handle that couldn't just get a grip on! Turning away from a potential bid for freedom from cage life, the jackaroo followed slowly after the other rodent into the courtyard. She was already trying ot pull over one of the toy boxes. Amateur. Clearly a pet. The jackaroo hopped over to the struggling female, stamping a foot once. She made a wheeking noise and backed off, scrubbing at her flattish rodent face with her dainty paws. Being nearly half the height of the giant, the jackaroo stepped back twice, then kicked out at the toy box. Toys went EVERYWHERE.
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 5, 2021 14:17:22 GMT -6
Oh, one more thing. The fox briefly turned away from the clattering noise in the next room to see the volunteering human peeking in again. To make sure the door was firmly shut. That paritcular inmate (?!) liked to try and escape by pulling and kicking doors. and shut the door securely behind them. It wasn't locked, but the man must have issues with this thing trying to escape? Huh. Taking a look at the rest of the creatures in the room without venturing off the path towards the common play area, he took note of a pair of crested birds, chewing on mostly eaten seed sticks, but missing quite a few feathers from a molt. Lizards sunning themselves on a rock in a large flat enclosure, with a bird that resembled a tree. Maybe because its eyes were invisible. Kristofor joined the pair in the common area, to find a small sea of toys scattered all over the grass. The rabbit with a skin condition had pushed the box back up to being able to throw things in again, picking through some of the toys. They definitely had an animal smell. Because the cute ones got a lot more playtime with other humans.
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 5, 2021 14:34:04 GMT -6
Pull toys. Frisbees. half eaten chew blocks. Strange swirly things that swirled when picked up properly and held off the ground, which most can't do. 'hands' and all. A partially chewed on object with sticks held between square sticks, and little movey things that moved when pushed either one at a time or together. (an abacus). Balls. really holey socks that smelled about as bad as they looked. Left nothing to the imagination. A few dollies with missing eyes, limbs or just plain holey. yarn balls. pull toys that are with bobs on the other end. And a variety of other 'pet friendly' kinds of toys. The jackaroo had little interest in most of these toys, picking up one of the yarn balls instead. This one had a loose end. And messing with strings was more fun then rolling a ball about. It watched the panilla pick through the toys as well, with a wrinkled expression showing a few rodent teeth. What likelyhood did she not like any of what had come out of 'the box'. A good one. Hooking clawed fingers into the yarn's loose end, the jackaroo dropped the yarn ball while holding the undone end and gave it a small nudge with a foot.
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 5, 2021 14:47:54 GMT -6
The sea of toys impeded the yarn ball's journey almost immediately. Well, that could've gone further. Maybe if it got a bit of height? The jackaroo hopped over, fitting its dominant kickin' foot under the ball before giving it a kick upwards and then forth. The ball sailed over the sea of toys, landing nearby the fluffy rodent female but not at her. Not a way to make others want to join in the movement of play, kicking toys at their faces or heads. Or any part really.
Mira saw the movement of the ball and froze up as the object landed nearby to her. Instincts to freeze when something threatening was coming. But it was just...a ball. WIth a string on it? Or made of so? She looked back to see her trailing attachment to the fox's bag, not bag attached, but this string had several wrapped together. How colorful! She reached out and pushed it tentatively, her tail doing the squirrely tuft movement thing. It rolled! Would it move further? She nudged it forward, but again, the sea of toys impeded its progress. The strings were rpetty though, for what was the same color, but it bled togetehr into a mess.
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 5, 2021 15:03:35 GMT -6
The jackaroo waded awkwardly through the toys, as they parted with the creature's 'bulk', but being nearly twice the panilla's size, it crouched back down and rolled the ball around after scooting some of the toys away. Then back at her. The yarn ball rolled back and forth, gradually unraveling until the two rodents had a pile of string between them.
Once the unraveled yarn ball got boring to the two, the unusual rabbit with a skin condition seemed to coax Mira into a small game of chase. Kristofor stayed near the door while the two played about until finally Mira got tired and came back to him. She crawled into his lap with a yawn and a chirriping purr. the fox petted her soft fur for a minute or so before he looked up. Standing just out of reach was the rabbit thing, its tail no longer perked up like a squirrel but dragging on the ground. Maybe it was hungry? He reached into his satchel, to pull out a few dried bits of young bamboo. Putting one in front of Mira had it taken from his fingers without fuss, and he offered the other to the rabbit. Would it take it?
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Definitely loving all those tiny updates that where made with the rest as well! <3