Skills applicable: Fisherman rank 2 Wisdom of the Reef Swimming Wild Speak Tracking
Suffolk 10/12 Stamina: 2 Strength: 1 Resistance: 1 Dexterity: 5 Mentality: 1 Abilities: Loosen Fur Moves: Dash - Tied to a tree by rope harness, 20' range, or in a pull cart.
NOTE: - Goal: 25 post long 'walk', perhaps teach a trick in a month Note: Kristofor has 'wild speak' as a skill! Bold is a headline or wild speak body language. 'talking' is Kristofor's Laiyan speech. "Talking" is Common, if in conversation.
It started with going out of the room to allow the two some private time. The problem with being emotionally linked to your animal companion is that he constantly felt rather... giddy. Like wanting to skip about the room or spin in circles and chase his tail like a common dog in a lapse of insanity. The houlou had a great time having fun with his new playmate. Subsequently, he'd gained weight over the weeks and got rather moody. Never to the point of turning on his fox friend, but... both of them had mood swings that might make a two faced spirit smile. Giddy a few minutes then hide under the blanket and growl or mope a few later. Worried for his friend, the fox took him to the breeding center's vet on staff and mentioned all these strange happenings. Fast forward a week of in and out visits; and Kristofor slated himself going insane or having stepped past rational thought processing. Standing on the other side of the glass as he watched his companion, far as he knew to be Male, nuzzling three multicolored lumps against his no longer engorged belly. As per protocol and to avoid what they called 'puppy milling', only one could be adopted per parent; and the other would be bottlefed and sent to the adoption agency at the houlou hall. Fastforward again, as fox and hound watched the newborn stumble about on the floor of the apartment, seeking his first steps. Of opening his eyes for the first time and seeing 'mapa' and friend fox. Now here he was for taking the pup out on a walk along the shoreline of the river. He needed exercise. (and the vet assured him this was a male puppy). Because Kristofor felt close to not believing. 1 wet season
Last Edit: Apr 23, 2021 4:22:08 GMT -6 by Kristofor
For the first few weeks of having a new animal in his apartment, Kristofor carried him almost everywhere. The newborn needed the warmth of another body. Not to mention a bottle every few hours for feeding. The vet told him he'd be doing bottlefeeding as although adult houlou are like frogs and can swap gender when the environment needs it, they don't stay that way once the need has passed. So he had instructions on bottle rearing a newborn hound pup. The pup had a splash of white fur on his face, on the tips of his forepaws and bottlebrushing his chestbone and tail tip. Otherwise, a light tannish brown. The fox sighs as he puts his foot in a clam hole, the nails of his toes catching something small in the hole's inside. The wet season began last month, according to the local signage of where the city went out and the road led out to a riverside area. Wet season lasted the hottest parts of the year, and dried up over the winter. 2
Last Edit: Apr 23, 2021 4:32:08 GMT -6 by Kristofor
The wintertime snowmelt hadn't come through yet, and the winds were light. The pup he decided to call Darwin, for his 'to other people' fantastical circumstantial birthing. Darwin the dog who defied nature's logic. He wanted to give the pup a bit of outdoor walking before attempting to teach him anything besides avoiding that cold and swift looking current of the river water. There had to be a spot somewhere down the line that he could divert and let the pup play and splash around in the water, right? Because repeatedly yanking him way from the water didn't feel right to him. 'Imagine what she'd think of me now, with a pup of 'my own'' the fox thinks to himself, pulling his paw out of the clam hole. Water squirts out of the hole as he removes his paw, essentially watering his shin. What a rude clam. It was a clam...right? 3
From what the human woman Jack told him, every houlou could learn some sort of job to do. What sort of job would Darwin have? He wanted to train up Dawson as a scenthound, since his sense of smell appeared to be so good. He could find his snack ball in the dark. His eyes cast over the water... how good were these hounds at swimming once they got old enough? He figured himself a decent enough swimmer, more a diver. Not that his cousins had appreciated being shown up so easily, which he hadn't meant to. The blonde fur floated away really easily in the water. And with the spring now full on, he could feel his fur practically growing longer by the week, leaving much blonde fur to brush out, or draw out with his fingers, which felt weird. Tied up on a rudimentary harness around his chest and legs, the puppy trotted ahead of him, just enjoying the day. 4
Kristofor watched the clam squirt dribble down to nothing as the hole caved in around it. Guess thats how they remained hidden. He'd never seen a clam in his life. Suddenly curious, he crouches, and starts to dig away the damp sand. Its clinging to his fur, getting into the creases of his paw pads, and is going to be a terrible thing to get out. Finally, sticking his arm almost to the elbow in the hole, he found something hard. Pulling back out, and subsequently pulling Darwin closer, he found an oblong thing in his hand. It was ridged, silvery gray-white, and had two shells clamping shut as he held it between three fingers and thumb. So this is a clam. Darwin barged his way into the fox's crouch, curiou on what had been found. If there's one thing he found this pup to be, it was into everything he wanted to be part of. 5
Fast forward a few weeks from the clam encounter, and Kristofor had Darwin out on a rope lead again, this time taking great care to carry something in his arms but not in his paws. His paws were coated in strong smelling leaves that felt slick to the touch, swathed in white cloth around each padded finger, over the palms and around the thumb. Like wrapped boxing gloves of sort. He had to ask for some assistance tying up Darwin this morning and none of his companions were taught how to tie knots or have monkey fingers like that. 'Leave it, leave it, I'll get it.' The personal god of a landlord, she was a kind longeared humanoid who brought the leaves and the wraps. 'I'm surprised you tore up your paws just hauling a wheelbarrow out to the mines and back. AND BACK. Did you consider the after consequences?' It was like being scolded at home. 6
Finally, the shore in sight, Kristofor carefully set the picnic basket down on the ground and opened it up with his wrapped paws. Inside was the new puppy he'd picked up earlier in the week before the debacle with the wheelbarrow. -yesterday- Kristofor's eyes threatened to well up and over, as he placed his ruined paws in a murky liquid that stung like a hoard of bees. 'Hold them there for ten minutes. At least it wasn't your feet.' she told him, making sure that the other creatures he'd taken with weren't suffering either. Finding nothing, except a sidealong glance at the bird nibbling at its bloodstained feathers. 'The bird ate my meat treats bag, they were very fresh.' he explains, hissing as the liquid gets under the flaps, and hurts ten times worse. 'This is cleansing the impurities out of the skin. I swear, those stupid equipment loaners have to sand those damn things once in a blue moon, or give gloves or something.' she raved a bit. It wasn't fun, and he resolved to bring her a thank you gift when he was able to carry objects again with his hands. Because carrying his pawpads...
Excited by the prospect of a new friend, Darwin did his usual buldozing into a situation, he bounded over, and dumped the basket right over by pouncing most of his weight on the open basket flap. A yelp of surprise and both puppies found themselves nose to nose. Oh? Light brown nose nearly touching black. The black puppy blew her overly long facial fur out of her face, seeing brown and white and all waggy tail. -yesterday- Ten minutes literally crawled by. Each minute felt like a fox eternity (fast forward regular time by a lot in fox time). But he remained with his injured hands soaking in the liquid. Finally, the landlord stepped over and picked one of his soaking paws out of the bowl. Murky gray-green liquid dribbled slightly red when she inspected the damage a bit closer. She noticed his gritted maw, the hiss of pain, giving the back of the paw a gentle pat before resubmerging it into the water and checking the other one. 'I'm going to get some special wraps that should help speed up sealing these.' the kind (horrible) figure mentions, as she steps out of his apartment, leaving a miserable fox to his own torment. 8
Friend! Hi friend! Darwin yips in greeting, completely up in her space as he's up first and sniffing her down. and up. She isn't entirely sure what to do here, seeing over the puppy's head of the fox taking a seat on the sand to watch them play and interact. He looks miserable. Sad fox? Why sad? As if the nosy common doesn't even exist, she gets up from being toppled out of her basket, trots over to the fox and noses his forearm with a damp nose. -yesterday- He resolved himself to pay her extra rent this coming month for the help she gave him today. Once he knew how to doctor his own wrappings, it wouldn't be such a big deal. 'and that doesn't mean worrying one off with your teeth because it was really bad.' he tells himself, feeling especially foolish. It took half his canteen to rinse the taste of ...leather out of his mouth. The door opens up again and the landlord is back, flanked by curious houlou trying to sniff at her hands and get her to play with them. 'I've got a hard limit of how many creatures can stay in the apartment comfortably' she warned him. 9
The fox sighs, his gaze on the swifter portion of the deeper river water. Until a cold nose touches him. Huh..., he looks down to see his new addition blinking up at him with big brown eyes and a tilted head. She whines. Sad fox? Why sad? His own pointed ears droop sadly, raising his right arm just enough so she can sniff at the wrappings on his paws. Fox sad, fox hurt paws. Noplay. She sniffs the wrappings, sneezes strong enough to put her on her butt, and gets right back up. Burrowing her head against his forearm. Comfort. Help? Yes help. He leans a bit against the rubbing with a throaty purr/growl. Darwin doesn't get what's going on here. -yesterday- She explained each step while wrapping and doctoring his hands. The murky water finally having done its job, she set it aside and wrapped each digit in its own thick and slick leaf. The liquid that made it slick had antigerm properties, and would permeate the wound to keep it clean. The white cloth wrappings kept the leaves on his paws until a new layer of skin grew over and could keep the germs out naturally. When asked why, she asked him if he wanted to go to the vet to have his paws lopped off for infection. NO thanks. 10
What is stranger then a fox keeping a hound? A fox keeping three hounds AND a bird. Over the last few weeks, the fox managed his six creatures and himself at minimal amounts of handling. Mostly because when your paws are wrapped up, theres no grip on carrying something without using it with two paws. If they wanted patting, he'd do so. Holding a brush or anything slick required two paws and made it ridiculously difficult. To the point he couldn't brush himself. If he tried to hold his own brushes, with their slick polished handles, it would clatter to the floor and become a prime chewing target for the puppies. Hence, why a week after turning away the raccoon, the landlord came back to check on his paws and found an overgrown puffball sulking on his long chair with a bird struggling itself across his long and tangled black fur, repeatedly getting stuck. She laughed. He laughed after a minute or two. The bird squaaabed. 11
Last Edit: May 25, 2021 4:06:25 GMT -6 by Kristofor
She apologized for her laughter at his plight, while unwrapping the lighter linen wraps from his paws to check on their progress. The bird, finally freed from its prison of tangles was walking around on the ground where feet are, occasionally smacking its toothy beak into the floor. Was he sure this wasn't a strange purple chicken still? Kristofor inwardly wanted to weep with relief of finally seeing new pinkish skin growing where the damaged and missing portions of skin were. His fingers trembled a bit while gripping his hairbrush, and doing slow deliberate strokes of brushing out his chest and belly fur with an unwrapped paw. Its looking much better, she said. To not use any more wheelbarrows. Leaving a salve of that special moist leaves to rub into the pads three times a day. The pads had to air out now to heal faster. If the salve didn't smell like a catnip party, it wouldn't be so bad. 12
Zenjesi: Hey Silv - how do you pronounce Kodakai?
Nov 17, 2023 18:23:56 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: Not to mention the baby mosca with wolf skin from Elvye and the sparkling owl of Xentus. <3
Nov 14, 2023 10:27:52 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: I like the Donnor one not just with looks FF, but the description, funny as heck.
Nov 14, 2023 10:26:27 GMT -6
Zenjesi: yours both made me laugh, FF! They're very expressive
Nov 13, 2023 21:57:46 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: Woooow Twilight, I love that witch drawing!!! :0 It's so pretty! And Zenjesi I think Spectral is my favorite out of yours lol. Just looks happy to be included. and silver now i wanna know which pets youd pick for the other legendary beasts. XD
Nov 13, 2023 21:37:45 GMT -6
Silver: Ah I'm so glad you guys enjoyed it! I love everyone's drawings they're all so cute. ;o;
Nov 13, 2023 17:31:37 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: I like that one as well yeah, loved the old nootnoot image from quest prizes, so that one went perfectly with that particular costume being based around it. X3
Nov 13, 2023 15:23:13 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: The jewelry on tail or at the head definitely tends to be their most recognizable feature for a Mosca, and sadly their pharaoh chin piece as well. XD
Nov 13, 2023 15:21:07 GMT -6
Zenjesi: Your peanut costume is hilarious and adorable too!
Nov 13, 2023 15:14:29 GMT -6
Zenjesi: Yes you're correct! I guess I did a decent enough job with the drawing!
Nov 13, 2023 15:05:27 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: It still looks good on Synkka. She is a shaman Mosca I'm guessing? Its mostly the tail that makes me think of it.
Nov 13, 2023 15:00:42 GMT -6
Zenjesi: I definitely like Spectral's the most too! I sort of cheated by drawing Synkka with a cloak because I do not know how to draw feathered wings, haha ^^'
Nov 13, 2023 13:45:15 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: Which one do you like the most out of the three you made?
Nov 13, 2023 12:09:48 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: Thanks for that compliment! Though I know with the water it doesn't look entirely great, I love the latter one I made the most.
Nov 13, 2023 12:09:30 GMT -6