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Post by Skylos on May 30, 2021 14:12:32 GMT -6
  This food carrier must be endless, the old drake convinced himself. It could carry so much! He stuck his snout nearly up to his eyeballs inside the empty void that was bag and sneezed at the dust. The bag blew off his face and into his partner's knees. She jumped, and nearly lost grip on her 'make hot water' thing. The bag had been filled, emptied, filled again, emptied again, and REPEAT several times. Like she could figure out what she wanted to put in the endless object. "Really?!" she turns around and snaps at him, stress radiating off her like heat. Literally. It amused him. The drake turned his head towards the prowling explosion on legs, who was skirting his 'fear' space, slinking around like some sort of mere cat. "I'm trying to pack. Just... go entertain yourself. Please." She seemed really into whatever she was doing, and wouldn't wear the ribbon right now. So he couldn't snoop in her head. Exhaling a snort, Caiman turned back to the draenix, what she called it, and growled at it. If there is such a thing as crawling on your belly, it did that now. Once it was out of his range of vision, the creature seemed to relax slightly. |
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Post by Skylos on May 30, 2021 14:20:43 GMT -6
What was causing Ridelys so much grief with her packing? Limitations. When she'd left home initially on her spirit journey from home, it was the clothes on her back, and nothing else. Now she had so much. What would she need on the road? But... it wouldn't be a continuation of a journey of the spirit if she brought possessions. But animals had to eat. She'd made her own weapons, built temporary shelter, hunted and foraged her own food... it was a journey of one. Now she had two creatures who insisted bar none they'd go with her. The draenix expressed a stone wall every time she told it no, and they would ignore her until she relented. Caiman wouldn't leave her alone and would go with her forever, just not on his back. He wasn't a horse. Well duh, he's the furthest thing from a common horse or deer. The brown could easily hunt his own food, and likely the draenix would try, but likely blow it up first. Or cook it to death. IN comparison, but she could likely share her own meal if she ate lightly. Hunting isn't a perfected art and sometimes you do indeed go hungry.
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Post by Skylos on May 30, 2021 14:28:17 GMT -6
"If you cause the draenix to explode, I'm taking your next egg to market to pay for damages to the kennel." the theron exclaimed when she heard an alarmed hiss and the whoosh of claws or tail or other physical limb missing by hairs. He snorted, and hissed at the draenix, who shrank away from him again, heading back towards the packing setup. The rest of the kennel was... resting. Yeah. She hadn't picked up a metric ton of sleeping needles from the local vet who gave her a very worried look, and drugged almost everyone to nap while she was packing. They would wake up tomorrow and she wouldn't be here. They'd leave in the night. She had asked Dune-Eye if he wanted to go home, back to the canyon. He hadn't visited his mother in years, and likely draconics lived about as long as sarane did; so if his mother was indeed getting old, he should go to her for a while...at least. A reluctant decision to say the least. He finally decided to go to the canyon with her and go back to his mother. She may have driven him away but years may have made her empty nester.
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Post by Skylos on May 30, 2021 14:45:07 GMT -6
'I don't lay eggs' Caiman sneered from the corner of the kennel, as he nibbled at his claws. Bits of grit and sand got lodged from all the gauntleting he'd done. Have you ever had a tiny rock lodged under a finger/toe nail? Yeah, it hurts. Like that, only less pain. No, he didn't lay eggs. Hens laid eggs. He'd just gotten shoved in a room with a fluffy tailed hen who had a lot less to say and a lot more to accomplish with... her body. Maybe it was 'those' eggs his partner spoke of. Whatever. She had a little scroll that said he was dominant at long last. It pleased them so much. And he would NEVER let someone best him again. Ever. She was scattering human items all over the place again, after retrieving the void she could carry herself. Briefly he wondered if a full sarane could fit in there. Drop an egg in there, a full sarane lived in there... haha. No no, he wasn't interested in trying that. With a huff, he busied himself with nibbling on ALL his claws. Including his wing joint if he could reach it. Kinda had to maneuver with the tail it downwards to reach. That draenix was still watching.
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Post by Skylos on May 30, 2021 15:01:46 GMT -6
The draenix really didn't like the scarred up old dragon. He had territory issues or just enjoyed getting a jumpscare out of them. The one they guarded, she did not want them to blow up. And really, it was just when scared or excited. Like really excited. Granted, the draenix felt very miffed that the female wanted to leave without them. How were they supposed to guard her if she left them behind?! Keeping the wings of shimmering fire close to their body, the draenix quietly skulked around the inner area. The female was fretting; taking off all the ribbons that connected thoughts and feelings and such and fretting. Lots of fretting. Her stress was getting to the dragon, and to the draenix. She'd even drugged the rest of her menagerie for some quiet. And quiet, it was trying to be. Really. Truly. But the dragon, that stupid old dragon, was taking pleasure on being scary and making them nervous. Not scared, just nervous. It paced, and skulked, and avoided the dragon's fear range. Now the draenix is scary on their own, but this is a different type of scary. Just being 'scary' wasn't enough to scare off the dragon. No.
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