With the contest papers into the proper channels, Kristofor returns back to his apartment and his shop. After a slow slow summer and nearly as slow autumn, he needs to do a bit of inventory and work on his setup. Longer haired animals will be growing in their winter coats, and those do need to be taken care of. Looking at his own arm, the black fur is growing in thicker, tipping with silver here and there. It grows thicker around his neck and his chest, where there's more to defend from the cold. Over the view of his own limb, he can see Darwin stalking something along the ground. His steps are big and deliberate and clumsy but the animal doesn't know any better. He's not hunting, he's stalking. Turning his head, its something small and black... oh did he have bugs? Great. That's another feature of fall. Incoming bugs from the cold.
Last Edit: Nov 13, 2021 23:22:44 GMT -6 by Kristofor
Dawson's pup is small. Smaller then when Dawson had been adopted. Not a runt, and not sickly. Just... small. Small in stature. Even to a bug though, he is a giant. A giant with clumsy legs and a big wet nose that can end the escape just as quickly. But all he's doing is following... stalking the bug. It interests him. Better then teething on anything he can get his paws on. The fox doesn't remember well on his cubhood for growing in his baby teeth. Rubber is a good teething item, but with growing teeth comes replacement of worn rubber. He recalls his young cousin tearing chunks out of his baby rubbers and swallowing a bit. That was a rough day or three, waiting for it to make it out... the other direction. None worse for wear, every fox present learned to a. don't give worn rubbers to the baby, and b. replace the rubbers.
The squeaky cinnamon roll he's not giving Darwin just yet. Why? The squeaker will drive everyone insane with the noise. Rope toys aren't that safe for teething babies either, because it can remove the baby teeth too. The glint of something tiny and white when nomming on a tuggy rope because that was the only reachable toy in the house... yep, it pulled his loose tooth out for him. Would he be keeping Darwin's teeth as he lost them, or simply collect them in a that jar of teeth he'd found in the mansion once. Which is...kind of gross. Who in their right mind collects TEETH. Bump. The little puppy impacts the wall and finally figures out the corner out in a moment. Shaking himself and looking for his bug, and going after it again. Ok, just keep an eye on him. Now where did he put that ledger. Aha, here it is.
Hardly used, really. He's got the notes down from the post disastrous work with the young worginu. The pen held in place by the pages he picks up, and writes down (poisonous, handle with gloves, muzzle immediately). Not that he wants to muzzle the little one if her cat master ever brought her back for another bath and brush. He's not been back, but then again, the shop has been closed for months on end while he recovered. Maybe once the winter months start up, someone will bring in their longer haired animal to be handled and trimmed. Won't get much practice beyond grooming himself and that is very different from the initial 'groom someone else'. Drawing a breath through his nose and exhaling a sigh through his teeth, Kristofor closes the ledger on the pen once more. Glancing over at Darwin's progress of learning corners. He'll get there, eventually. At least he's not howling yet.
The little black bug is, out of view of the fox in the other room, segmented and small, and running for its life. An ant, actually. A scout sent out from the hill to find food and shelter. The wet season of land is starting, and a flooded hill is a disaster. Food stores soaked and rotten. But this place of big human makes is not panning out anything food related. A disappointment. The ant is seeking the exit, pursued by a canine giant. Must be a newborn giant because it isn't catching the ant. Bumping into the human make barriers that ants can and will come under from or around from to get inside. You can't keep out ants. Bump. Darwin finds another corner of the common room. The shop beneath is closed, dark and not in use. Upstairs is bright, warm and had the occasional ant. He just wants to watch it and see where it goes, alright? 3.0 Darwin
Last Edit: Nov 13, 2021 23:59:38 GMT -6 by Kristofor
Something humans did that animalfolk don't is split their seasons into 'months'. Something he'd not understood until presented with a human calendar. Any incomes he had would arrive on a monthly basis, instead of seasonal, and that actually is a good thing or he'd be a starving boy right about now, feeding three dogs, Mira, Sirius and the bird on top of himself. That's a lot of food! So he'd not had a customer since the dawn of summer. Oof. At least he'd had some dried food stored up, and the animals and he hadn't starved. But his income had dried up with the last month, so something needed to be done. Do some outside work so the credit flow would start again. The black ant squeezes under the baseboard of the apartment and escapes the curious nose of the young hound. He bumps into the wall, expecting it to spit the ant back out.
From where Kristofor is standing in his apartment, the outside street is just barely visible over the edge of what little furniture he had that was not deemed 'came with the place'. Out the kitchen window really. The months before winter in the forest are very busy; because of the long sleep. Not every animal family will actually do or complete a long sleep, but those who will, need as much food as they can store away. Foraging is hard in those cold conditions. That is a boon of living in the city, he doesn't need to forage nearly as much in order to hoard store away food. Meat if its salted or dried or both can last a much longer period of time with less worries of going bad. He hasn't tried drying out fruit though. Would the dogs even like dried fruit? If he wants dried grapes for Cabernet, they would have to be separate.
-click- Something pokes at the small gash in the wooden door, a sliding noise, and a falling into a pile sound of papers. The little houlou is distracted from attempting to headbutt the gone black bug from its hiding space, making a racket about NOISE NOISE WHAT IS THIS. Two things that don't mix well with puppies, he's found; new sounds and mail. Mail does not last long in the mouth of a puppy who doesn't know better then to shred it as a toy. Long legs carry the fox into the hall to scoop up the mail before Darwin can make it around the corner, as he's still figuring out how to go around the corner vs a straight line charge. 'must be for the landlord lady', he thinks to himself, examining the front of each envelope. A variety of sizes, including some books. No... no these were fabled magazines. Paper books about selling things.
Junk, junk... well he considered it junk. A pamphlet of a new species release from the black bones, long time later of those frog heads hatching into dogs. He had his paws full enough and had passed them off to someone who, to his eyes, seemed dependable on caring for the heads. Not to mention the squeaks and shuffles were very off putting. No, he'd rather have Dawson and Dawson's kin instead. They were a bit more... friendly looking? Less like a fierce guard of what he read by their looks. So junk for him. Advertisement of preparing for winter's biting cold from the cart on the street... with selling everything he had so he could be warm without a fire through injection? No thanks. A tiny postcard for the Cloud Nine Cache being open for business. Hm, that might be of interest; and gets set aside. The only 'bill' he should be getting is from his landlord...
Which is here too? The handwriting looks off. It is set aside too in favor of going across the floor to ask her in person. Kristofor's a cautious fox, with good reasoning. The magazine catches his interest, as its from supply and demand, the general store. He had most of their products on shelving downstairs for his shop. Oooh, that reminds him.. paper, paper... need a piece of paper. Flipping over one of the junk evelopes, the fox picks up a writing implement on the surface of furniture, scrawling a note to himself. Check the dates and shake up the products. An expired color changer of product does unusual and unexpected reactions to the hair and skin. Last thing he needs is to have his fur fall out if he ever chose to use the stuff on himself. Woff waff! Darwin bumps against his legs while the fox is writing, seeking what he's doing. 4.0 Darwin +1 Kristofor
Last Edit: Nov 22, 2021 6:22:15 GMT -6 by Kristofor
Thankfully the soaps don't go bad if they aren't a liquid or a gel. Something about their make... he doesn't know. High school chemistry lab feels like so long ago. The writing implement of choice twines between his fingers as he continues to write a maintenance list. Check the drains, clean if necessary. Check the faucets and pipes for leaks, patch if necessary. Check water pressure. Check spray heads for leaks and water pressure. The tubs need a fresh round of grips inside so nothing standing there will slip and fall if they get frightened by running water. He hadn't had much usage of the brushes, but check them to make sure none of the mice had wrecked them. Or his own creatures. A downward glance at the houlou who keeps pouncing on his bare fox feet. What is this pup's vendetta with his toes, the poor fox has to wornder to himself.
There wasn't any sort of big difference in his opinion of how the shop should be reorganized. Perhaps update the listings of what products he carried for his customers? Over the months, he ordered thru another channel of person some specialized contest worthy shampoo and grooming products patterned in sakura blossoms. The scent reminds him of springtime when the cherry grove bursts into bloom for the spring. People's interest varied in scent, color and even how it made the hair and skin feel afterwards. Well, he's picky himself on what product he'll use for himself during a bath. Ok, so that was an option. Reorganize the inner storefront. Where the water came out of the walls he can't change, not without some help from the landlord. So furniture had to stay or at least get rotated. The ideas gradually come to mind of what he wants in term-ouch. Pulled out of thought, theres a houlou with his teeth in his toe.
A gradual shake off of his present puppy companion doesn't dissuade Darwin from happily chewing away on fox's toes. Those baby teeth are SHARP, you know. And he's still young enough to not know that chewing on your fox is wrong. Thankfully he had a distraction near. A knotted human sock. Picking up the sock and palming it into the crook of his body between upper arm and chest, the fox crouches to puppy level, his tail splaying out around him. Big innocent gray eyes blink at him, little teeth still sunk in his toes, the little stinker. "Here you go Darwin." he offers the sock. Eyes widen, and he dislodges just long enough to leap up and try to snag the toy out of his hand. "Gently." the sock disappears almost as quickly from his grip, and Darwin finds no grip to latch onto? Wait, thats just not fair! Give it! bark!
'Gently'. The fox repeats himself although the pup doesn't understand his initial yips. The pup ignores this and snaps his teeth at the fingers again, catching the edge of his knuckle. Ow. Yelp! He pulls the abused hand back, licking the tiny cut. Glowering with upset at the pup, who licks his chops and wags his tail, looking like he hasnt' done anything wrong. Thats his problem. He has no sense of consequence. The fox however knows that it can only take one bite back to convince something else you aren't on the menu. A growl and he darts into the pup's space, giving him a not so gentle nip on the looser skin on the back of his ankle. ARF!?! Darwin cries out in pain and surprise, startled into tumbling backwards on himself. The fox looks over him like one standing over their opponent from the flat of their back.
"Don't bite me." he growls back at the pup. Dog language isn't THAT difficult to put across. He's not sure how Dawson's even trying to convince the pup he's not for biting either but then again, the more mature houlou is not...maternally instinctive. But the yelp hasn't pulled him into the rooms from the run out and down the fire escape. He opens his mouth and shows his teeth, which are much bigger and more dangerous then widdle sharp puppy teeth. Darwin's eyes are dinner bowls. Fox bit him! He was playing, and fox bit him! Upset! He wiggles and whines like he's hurt. There's no smell of hurt except for his mouth tastes of feet. But he LIKES feet! Toes especially! Those teeth though... he wants to shy away briefly, but barks back. Sharp fox teeth aren't shown anymore, and the fox picks him up and rolls him onto his feet. 5.0 Darwin
Silver: I use google docs for everything now because of stuff like that.
Sept 17, 2023 18:01:49 GMT -6
Riku: I had like 20 tabs open to eventually go through to add up all my character levels and copy/paste all my stuff/pets into my registry thread. When chrome updated all the tabs were gone. Oh well…
Sept 17, 2023 11:45:28 GMT -6
Riku: Muahaha! And you almost got away with it, too.
Sept 17, 2023 11:09:32 GMT -6
Silver: Oops looks like I deleted you two at the end when making an edit, fixing now!
Sept 17, 2023 5:16:05 GMT -6
Xentus: ah am i missing from the show ring?
Sept 17, 2023 2:15:25 GMT -6
Skylos: Oooh, this time I have an acid pet.
Sept 16, 2023 22:27:02 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: Oh, good point, thanks for the reminder! :0 Gotta pick out something special for my characters, hmmmm
Sept 16, 2023 21:21:34 GMT -6
Silver: Show Ring is up! Reminder: October is Vai Min Mur and therefore a special contest! Train your shadow and acid pets in preparation. :3
Sept 16, 2023 21:14:38 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: Thanks for this allowing the change in prizes Silver, even if it was forgotten by mistake, I am very happy to get the opportunity for this particular Estharne type. <3
Sept 14, 2023 0:17:37 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: Oh yes please! Thanks for this information Silver! <3 I would need to contact the npc account then?
Sept 14, 2023 0:00:16 GMT -6
Silver: (I said 'we' a bunch of times but it was totes just me that forgot it. Oops.)
Sept 13, 2023 23:55:16 GMT -6
Silver: Hey Twilight if you want to make a change to how you spent your points now that the River is available, please DM staff. We know we messed up by forgetting to include it so if you want it more than something else you bought we could swap for you.
Sept 13, 2023 23:54:40 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: I can throw in the Pasha-Sarane Searhorse as well.
Sept 13, 2023 23:43:07 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: Is there any chance I could buy the river Estharne for 20 usd from someone? I lost the opportunity to get one last year when I forgot to buy one from the Trepuldra.
Sept 13, 2023 23:41:08 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: Now I wish I had saved some points. ;-;
Sept 13, 2023 23:33:59 GMT -6
Zenjesi: Uggggggh I wish I would've been active a month ago x-x
Sept 13, 2023 22:16:38 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: We have a gorgeous addition to the Summer Fair prize shop- the river tiger estharne!
Sept 13, 2023 19:35:08 GMT -6
Riku: I really didn’t expect to get my two favorites of this cross. One, sure. But both? Perfect!
Sept 9, 2023 14:22:59 GMT -6
Darky: It was a fun prompt but MAN did I struggle trying to figure out how to make it actually x3
Sept 7, 2023 2:04:09 GMT -6