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Post by Skylos on Aug 18, 2021 4:24:08 GMT -6
Moretti scurries back to his master. The tingly feelings in his feet feel so weird after running on the magic infused boards of the house. Chalk that to the shifting sands, and the paws tingle. If he were a smarter rat, would be rubbing his paws on their knees first before running. Squeak squeak! "Quick response. Looks like the master is indeed home today. You should talk to him. Perhaps he may lend a hand if you convince him." the aforementioned Rat King mentions. "Well done Moretti. There's cheddar in 'that pocket'." There's no real 'reaction' to that as the rat climbs up his coat and limbs like a jungle gym to disappear into 'that pocket'. "Come, collect your dogs and lets go visit an aquaintance of mine." He stands, brushes himself off of sand and does a rather comical thing of standing on one leg to shake out his shoes. Ugh, Skylos hated sand in his paws. It'll never come out. Shaking himself out, the fur poofs out, and he stands, trying to smooth it out and look less like a giant stray estharne without the big fat fangs poking out. Nervously, the worginu regards him and the 'human' with unease as she noses the black and brown ohou to his feet. He's awake. 33
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Post by Skylos on Aug 18, 2021 4:29:51 GMT -6
The beach house isn't far away from where they'd been sitting down, just off a platformed path to reach the house in the middle of a small pond of seawater. It smells of seawater too; not a fan of the salt smell or the smell of 'tide out' which has a lot of overlapping smells. There's dried kelp and such clinging to the shore from the removal of July's tide, a net containing some shells and a flopping minishark, being harassed by a seabird. Have you seen those comics with the minishark snapping aimlessly as birds harass it? Basically that. Having found his feet, the floppy eared male dog surges forward, yapping happily. On his heels is the worginu, who doesn't dwarf him in size at all. Her paws are full proof that she'll be the bigger of the two animals when they reach their adult sizes. There's a darkness to his fur that Skylos hadn't seen in the lights of the vet's clinic. Like looking at a night sky without the stars, with a brown muzzle and paws. Those paws are quite big too. Maybe he'll be a big dog when he grows up. Granted, Skylos knew nothing on raising a dog. Or even two. 34
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Post by Skylos on Aug 18, 2021 4:36:27 GMT -6
"Are you afraid of water or something?" the man asks as he walks aimfully across the planks to the house's main entrance. "I've seen humans with faster feet, and we only walk on two." The feline's ears flatten as he picks up the pace, making a rough noise that might be considered him attempting to whistle. The worginu's ears perk at the sound as she looks up in his direction, curious and now very attention caught. He nods his head in the direction of the house. The dog doesnt get it, but she doesn't want to be left alone. Her steps are not exactly graceful because each long stride makes her cringe. Pulling at her stitches. And chasing the new puppy wasn't doing favors on that. Thankfully the puppy's trajectory wheels towards the cat and the man and he CHARGES across the planks at breakneckk speed until the man ahead catches him around the middle. Arf! "Calm down there little one. Your master hasn't gotten here yet." he reminds the puppy, turning him around. The big cat is carefully treading over these platforms, his eyes glued ahead as he tried to imagine it wasn't walking over a big body of water. 35 9.0 Kitri (counting loyalt, not level) 6.0 Kouta
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Post by Nadia on Aug 18, 2021 5:53:42 GMT -6
The water shifts and rolls. All else is quiet... that makes a change.
[Nothing happens.]
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Post by Skylos on Sept 8, 2021 21:37:20 GMT -6
Well, its not even that big. But the moat must exist for 'some' reason. Stray thoughts and ideas filtered through Skylos' mind as he walked, eyes glued on his paws and the platforms beneath him. Barking and arfing ahead of him, he must be close... oh dirt and sand. glorious. But as he's standing up to the house, the world 'shifts' and he has to brace against a post. When the world isn't feeling like steppign around on loose sand, he can open his eyes. And its... orange. Very orange. Looking back, the water moat he'd been crossing is gone, a picture of autumn unfolding before his eyes, chunk by chunk of land spouting ahead. "I haven't been around for the summer switch... might have to compliment the mansion's owner on this." the man responds. He's caught hold of the ohou, who wants to just keep charging forward. Kitri's posture is braced and stiff. She's not the biggest fan of moving things under her paws. Especially when its much larger then her. "Pick up those paws boy, you should dust yourself off to meet the mansion's master." 'I keep myself very clean, thank you...' Skylos mutinized to himself as he washed the inner part of his right forepaw and swiped it back over his head. September 1
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Post by Skylos on Sept 8, 2021 22:11:09 GMT -6
The green eyed man knocks at the large doors smartly with his knuckles, perhaps trying to sound annoying to the ohter side of it. After a moment, two moments... several moments pass before he speaks to the door. Loudly. "DELIVERY!" the human? bellows. The pups yelp at the loud noise and Skylos stiffens at that, his feline instincts flattening ears to his skull, puffing his already fluffy tail out further. "ITS RUDE TO KEEP GUESTS WAITING-" "And it is more rude to be shouting your lungs out at a piece of wood, assuming it will answer back." The door opens, and Skylos, for a second, thinks he's looking at a bird. Not terribly tall, perhaps just bordering on a growth spurt, the birdish human is black hair, dark eyes and a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. He's dressed like a butler, with a crimson gradient ribbon tied around his collar. But his hands are in pockets, and the door was opened by a corporeal pair of gloved hands. The birdish human? leans slightly around the Rat King and the hand waves at Skylos. "My lord received your message and is willing to see your companion, Rat King." The man makes a face of annoyance. 2
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Post by Skylos on Sept 8, 2021 22:16:10 GMT -6
"We've been over this before on previous visits to your master. I have one rat, that does not make me their king." the green eyed man tries to explain without letting his smile fall from his face, as it doesn't reach his eyes either. Like they're sizing each other up. "And Moretti is an excellent messenger for when I can't get there myself." the youth shrugs as if its not his problem. "Wipe your feet before you enter. Paws included." he responds before backing up to let them inside. The entrance doors give way to a large foyer, warmed and lit by a dancing fire in a fireplace to the far wall. Two long tables stretch from one end of the long hall to the other, each overflowing with goblets of warm cider and food of all sorts. Skylos has never seen this much food in one place in his lifetime. But he has to crouch down and wipe his paws, and grab hold of both puppies ot carefully do the same. The ohou keeps wiggling in his grip, trying to turn back and lick his face. On the other hand, Kitri is a bit calmer about it, but she does stiffen when overextending one leg. 3
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Post by Skylos on Sept 8, 2021 22:28:36 GMT -6
"Katze, this is Raven, the master's bellhop." the 'rat king' introduces with a smirk. "Also a part time mischief maker-ack" He goes rigid as the gloved hands dart downwards and give his pant garments a very sharp upwards tug. A human wedgie. "Who has an abysmal choice of gloves." Skylos tries to school his expression into being not amused... and fails. He covers his mouth with the stitched paw, smirking. Clever gloves. Curiosity seizes him, and he reaches out to touch the glove. It pauses just long enough for his fingertip to touch it before disappearing and reappearing at the bellhop's side. Fascinating. "Its a simple enough spell if one has the talent for it." the bellhop responds, eyes watching the two puppies putting their noses to his nice clean swept floors and start sniffing around, gravitating towards the feasts laid out. "my lord's study is up the stairs. I will escort you. Collect your... dogs, and follow me please." If he didn't know better, the cat believed the birdish bellhop didn't like dogs. He hears the sounds of struggling before the rat king joins his way down the hall to reach the stairs that split off and upwards around the fireplace. 4
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Post by Skylos on Sept 8, 2021 22:35:16 GMT -6
He's going to be feeling that for a good poriton of the afternoon now... finally freed of the magically given wedgie. Such a mature thing to do, really. The rat king is aware that the bird youth doesn't like him. He doesn't get along especially well with any of the mansion master's staff or associates. Maybe the fox man, but that was it. Katze's starting to relax now, as he watches the mammalian's gait from behind. He's still starkers in his fur and nothing else. Granted, what else was new. He's seen a couple of furry mammals flit around the city in nothing but their fursuits and maybe a flap of fabric to ward off human gawkers. Ahem. "Minutes before entry is not enough time to collect ones self before your visit." Raven exclaims as he leads ahead. Occasionally having to step longer because both puppies had fought their way out of Katze's grip and were doing what kittens do regularly, pounce on someone's feet. Or at least the little black one was having a time going after Raven's highly shined shoes. "And please collect your pup before I willingly choose to step on him." the bellhop glances back at Katze. 5
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Post by Skylos on Sept 8, 2021 22:49:42 GMT -6
I... heard the master of the estate is a supporter of the ...Foundation. Katze finally finds his soft voice. Surprisingly quiet for such a large individual. Maybe its the fur. Is this true? Raven's dark eyes watch him for several seconds before looking forward again. "I leave that to your own disgrecion to find out." he answers. "I am merely one hell of a servant." A slight bristling of the cat's shoulder fur... was he intimidated by the raven? "By the way, put these on." Wihtout much warning, a pile of garments drop from noplace onto the cat's head, forcing him to stop. He holds them out... and the rat king has to try not to laugh. They are very overstretched for being a pair of slacks and a button down shirt. "My master will not be pleased to be... fraternizing with a naked animal." Skylos mutters to himself about having seen 'actual' naked animals, ones who have no fur on their bodies. and its... creepy. He's not naked and he takes good care of his fur, as he pulls on the clothing, fumbles a bit wiht the small buttons and his stitched paw pad. The pups take the opportunity to each pounce of Raven's shoes with yelps of glee. 6
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Post by Skylos on Sept 9, 2021 3:07:11 GMT -6
Nobody quite knew what to think of the slightest little jump the raven made when the simultaneous assault on his shoelaces came about. Who actually started it. But as soon as he wheels about, his leg even considering a sharp kick to get the two dogs off him, the cat man, half dressed in the overly large for humans garb, pins him to a rare portion of bare wall, suddenly a lot bigger then he had been. Do not even consider kicking my dogs. Skylos hisses, his heterochromia clear as ever looking almost down at the raven. They are playing. Raven's eyes narrow just a bit... and for a second, the rat king wonders if he's going ot have to pry the cat man off the bellhop. Like a typical puppy at play, the ohou is trying his best ot savage the shoelaces, pulling and tugging. And although she had done the pounce, Kitri shifted back a step from the pair, her big paws making little clicky noises on the floor. Her animal instinct, a few months/weeks/hours older then the ohou, was telling her in loud yelps of bad bad. bad bad is dangerous. She's never been kicked before, but the stitches on her belly isn't a reason to be not cautious. 7
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Post by Skylos on Sept 9, 2021 3:14:03 GMT -6
"If I wasn't keenly aware of what a mighty cat looks like, I would've mistaken you for their mother." There was an extra word in there that Skylos wasn't familiar on. Perhaps a common word he'd not heard yet. The corporeal hands reappear, and lift one of his paws off the bellhops' shoulder, examining it. He has to pull it away and glare him down before the bellhop steps out under his arm and continues onwards. The ohou drags a behind him as he is attached to the shoelaces. The worginu watches this spectacle for a moment before movign forwards and the man doesn't stop and moves past her. She catches hold of the ohou's loose skin on his neck and back and picks him up like one would a younger animal. Their sizes aren't THAT different ((yet)) BUT she's got half a head of height in her legs to him. arm? The ohou wiggles, his ears and tail flapping as he tries to see who caught him. WHo caought him! The shoelaces are forgotten with a pup's attention span as she drags him back to her master who has all the pats. Still glowering, the cat crouches down and welcomes the two back to him. 8
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Post by Skylos on Sept 9, 2021 3:28:03 GMT -6
That...was almost a problem. "Are you nuts Katze? You don't mess with that bellhop, period." the green eyed man catches up to the cat's elbow as he is petting them down at his knee level. Petting his pets, I mean. "He's more dangerous then human police can handle." 'or I can handle', he thinks ot himself. Teasing him is a dangerous sport already, even though the youth's temper is well... tempered to not level the mansion in a rage. Half the reason the Foundation rarely even points the mansion's master out as a supporter is this person. His staff is... weird? "Oh what a CUTE PUPPY!!!" and here we started the insanity. He'd been trying to hope that they wouldn't catch her attention either... Shuffling out in what is most unlike a maid's outfit, a young woman comes down on the cat man and his pups. "Hello cuties!" she's so loud too, as the rat king hangs back... no he has no problems with women, what are you talking about. "Oh, are you their owner mr. cat?" she looks at him, with properly sized spectacles perched on her nose. Her eyes are huge though, reminds him of an owl almost. 9
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Post by Skylos on Sept 9, 2021 3:34:43 GMT -6
If the cat got himself murdered before joining the Foundation's ranks, then there was one less reason to visit this place himself, the rat king muses as he watches Katze from behind lean slightly away from the almost palpable lovey doveiness that is oozing off her. Yes, they are mine. he tellls her, pulling the two closer to him, trying ot hulk over, which is kind of hard to do as these pants are not built for someone with a tail, and its stuffed down one of his pant legs. "May I say hello?" she asks, alight with glee. A moment before he cautiously nods. One threat in their direction though, and he would not hesitate. Mammalian or mother bear much? Quietly. he responds, and unwraps his arms from the pair of pups. The ohou sees her, and his tail starts creating its own jetstream. He butts his big brown nose against her hands with licks and nuzzles. He likes this lady very much. Maybe because she smells of peanut butter. and is sneaking him a dog biscuit, that is made short work of. "Oh what a sweet ba-by you are. Hello little one... Hi...." the maid is over joyed. Kitri's.... a bit nervous. 10 10.0 Kitri (loyalty, not level) 8.0 Kouta
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Post by Skylos on Sept 9, 2021 3:40:57 GMT -6
She's already released the ohou, and looks towards Kitri. The worginu shuffles her overly large front paws a bit. leaning into the cat a bit more. "Hey.... hi there little one. Do you want a biscuit?" the maid digs into her pockets, producing a crumbly bone shaped treat. A pause... she looks at the cat for guidance. He's more likely to know what to do here right? A whine comes from the worginu. Looking at the cat, the maid smiles. "She's a bit shy, ain't she." Skylos...nods. His paw rests on Kitri's back, but doesn't send her forth to take the biscuit from the woman. "Might want to take it from you first then." and hands him the bone. Slowly, he lowers it into the pups view, and purrs a bit. Its ok to take the treat. Still a bit nervious, the worginu picks up the treat and bites it in half. The flavor! The crunch! Oh she's found her new favorite snack. Or her favorite snack in general. The treat is demolished, and that curled up tail wags happily. He pats her back twice, purring again. Not knowing about any sort of socialization, the ohou butts at her tall stockings, whining for more food. 11
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