Tale
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Post by Tale on Nov 9, 2021 1:04:34 GMT -6
0.14 | 2.4
That was enough of that. Tale scoffed at himself, embarrassed. Who even cared? Why was he getting so worked up over this? It really didn't matter: And for what it was worth, he was happy to have the place back under his care. He had loved the many hours he spent here with Isa, playing with August and Kisa, tending to the crops and creatures. He had kept the creatures with Touj when he came back to the labs - he had been lucky they were so independent to survive so long, but he felt bad for not taking better care of them. He didn't even go to pick them up. He'd given Touj directions to this plot, and the Tumai had returned with the plant-beasts in tow.
He realized with a jolt that Touj, did in fact, know where he was. Tale got to his feet abrupty, prompting Sammy to do the same.
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Post by Tale on Nov 9, 2021 1:09:54 GMT -6
0.15 | 3.0
He knew he didn't want to see Touj yet with the same certainty he knew about when to come back to the garden, the certainty he took with all his decisions. Knowing the man, Touj would be looking for him whenever he had free time. Had he already come here? Had he forgotten about this place?
Even with the meager progress he had made, a person had clearly made changes to the plot of land he was standing on which had stayed untouched for so long. Touj wasn't stupid: He would be able to tell Tale was here even if the sprite left immediately. Tale cursed under his breath. Maybe this is why he shouldn't be so quick to indulge his instinct to push all of his thoughts down. Sammy whined again at his feet, her tail not wagging. She could tell he was upset about something; She pressed herself against his leg in support. A surge of affection filled him.
That support helped him make the decision: He was staying. If Touj came, so be it. But still, he hoped, they could save the reunion for another date.
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Post by Yang on Nov 9, 2021 1:25:34 GMT -6
The wilderness offered by untouched gardens, often gives safe-haven for all sorts of creatures; small, large- all manner of types use the tucked-away dirt-paths that lay under low bushes and between moderately spaced trees. After tracking down an izer, a jibijii and a lerrel, the mosca that had come to recently roam the nearby underbrush, wasn't immediately taken to the small pup that had announced its presence in the way only a puppy would. Rather, it watched the sentient-one with a curious gaze, and an inherently calm manner. Maybe s/he wasn't the biggest or strongest cat around, but they were certainly safe from those two. As though to prove it as fact, the mosca took the time to lazily (and rather noisily) rub its face on a nearby tree trunk, before plopping down and rolling around in a patch of dirt!
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Tale
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Post by Tale on Nov 10, 2021 0:42:47 GMT -6
0.16 | 3.1
Tale wasn't being particularly quiet when he got up, so he almost didn't notice the extra noises filling the glen. Sammy noticed something, though: she excitedly sprinted toward the source of the noise without a second thought. A surge of panic was quickly tamped down; He was sure whatever it was, it wouldn't be too dangerous for the pup. Would it...?
He decided to follow, both to ensure the Houluh's safety and to sate his own curiosity. As he approached, he noticed a dark, furry shape rubbing itself against a mossy tree stump. The creature didn't seem very bothered by his presence, although he did notice it flicked its tail tail in annoyance at Sammy's assault. He couldn't blame the creature, but knew it was better safe than sorry when working with a cat's temperament.
"Let's back up a bit there, Sammy," he called. Almost instantly distracted by Tale's voice, she came back to him with little resistance.
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Post by Tale on Nov 10, 2021 0:54:49 GMT -6
0.17 | 3.2
Should he... leave it be? Tale studied the creature, who settled against the log after it contented scratching its side. It certainly seemed much tamer than many of the creatures he encountered in the woods, but then again, most labs creatures were. He approached it slowly, bent over with his palms open and outstretched.
Of course, Sammy took this as an invitation to lick his hands. He rolled his eyes affectionately, but didn't push her away. He wasn't all that sure about scents, but this animal would certainly know he was with the puppy already, so it shouldn't make much of a difference. The Mosca watched him approach through lidded eyes, apparently comfortable enough to keep bathing itself in the autumn sun. As he drew closer, he noticed the creature seemed well-fed for a stray. But, it's matted fur, full of brambles and dirt, left him convinced this wasn't a wayward pet.
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Tale
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Post by Tale on Nov 10, 2021 1:02:40 GMT -6
0.18 | 3.3
The feline started rolling around in the dirt as he inched closer, indifferent to its company in the overgrowth. It was favoring one side of its body, Tale noticed. Luckily, he had the wherewithal to put together that it was the same part of its coat that it was scratching against the stump's bark. Less hesitant now, he made his way to the Mosca and gave it a moment to smell his hand.
It stopped rolling to sniff him, and carefully Tale began to pet its side. Sammy's scent or not, the creature was just fine with his scent, he supposed. The Mosca purred, happy enough to get attention: but still, it tried to scratch against its right flank.
"Okay buddy, let's see what we're working with," Tale said out loud. Gently, he pushed the Mosca to lay on its other side, exposing whatever problems awaited.
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Post by Tale on Nov 10, 2021 1:11:49 GMT -6
0.19 | 3.4
The fur was so matted over that somehow, branches got stuck in it. Tale really hadn't even seen something like it, and he saw one green twig poking inward that it likely couldn't be snapped. There was the root of the problem.
"Step back a little Sammy," he told his companion who had taken the time Tale was preoccupied to situate herself directly under his arms, between him and the cat. With considerable less carefulness, but not less care, he pushed Sammy out of the way to stay at his side while he removed the area causing the creature pain. The Houluh flopped to the ground.
He tried at first removing the mess by just pulling it out; But he soon had to abandon that solution as he noticed some of he wood was breaking off in the recesses of the fur before he was able to get to it. He wished he brought a brush. The kennel had some, and it wouldn't be too hard to get it out that way. Still, he didn't have that on hand, so had to improvise.
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Post by Tale on Nov 10, 2021 1:17:58 GMT -6
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Tale pulled out his pocket knife. It wouldn't be his prettiest work, but he was sure he could carve out some of the painful bits by just cutting out the mat altogether. He flicked open the blade, and pushed the Mosca's head to lie down. Hopefully this would be quick work, Tale thought. It shouldn't be painful, but it might be scary to a new animal, he knew - so he had to go fast.
Holding up the fur, he sliced at the mat near the base of the skin, making his way down its side as new fur and skin emerged which the dark clumps had hidden. The cat did squirm and yelp, but with some coaxing, Tale was able to get it to stay in place long enough to complete the job. He set the dirty, sharp ball of fur on the stump, hoping he would remember to take it with him when he left.
The creature rose and shook itself out, before extending into a contented stretch. Tale smiled: it certainly seemed like he had helped. He knew he could help more. Cautiously, he affixed a collar and leash to the creature, with plans to lead it back to the kennel.
"Let's get you completely cleaned up, okay?"
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Post by Nadia on Nov 15, 2021 15:44:33 GMT -6
The flowers are fading at this time of year.
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