|
Post by Evainmoire on Jun 27, 2023 6:34:46 GMT -6
Lune, female Level: 11 (0/5) / Loyalty: 2 (0/5)
Stamina: 3 Strength: 4 Resistance: 2 Dexterity: 3 Mentality: 3 Special Abilities: Swim, Danger Sense, Chlorophyll Moves: Constrict, Deceptive Lure
10/10
The day had promise to become a curious one. The lepus found his way to the breeding center once more, though with a rather unusual goal compared to past endeavours. Indeed, he did not seek to cross the root-feet pachee on this incursion. Instead, it was to observe another kind of proliferation, that of a lotine. If studies and instructions were to be believed, this particular process was far more within the realm of plants than the others, wherein the lotine needed nothing but a good meal, a safe space, and perhaps patience on the caretaker's part.
Though the lepus had run across a few of her wilder kin in the garden, this would be the first acquaintance between them, since the inheritance of the care taking. Unlike the kin which he had encountered, the twilight kind appeared more accustomed to the night time, preferring to sleep during the day. So, then too was the timing of this set towards twilight and the later stages of evening.
|1| Breeding: 1 Lune: 9 (1/5) / 0 (1/5)
|
|
|
Post by Evainmoire on Jun 27, 2023 6:45:09 GMT -6
The center had granted space within an outdoor pool garden. Enclosed, understandably, both for protection of the creatures utilizing it, as well as their privacy. There were lights, though few and far between, as to not frighten the lotine with undue light. For most, this would have created an enclosure where one was quite in danger of stumbling upon a root or rock. The lepus had no need to be so concerned with such, for the eyes saw through the gloom as easily as if it were daylight. He found his way through the paved path to the edge of the pool, settling to sit on a chair placed nearby. This was indeed a blessing, for he rather dreaded the idea of having to stand on a bad leg for any amount of hours.
And it yet might be some hours, in accordance with how slow or quick the lotine was to emerge. The key, as he'd learned, was in establishing a bond of trust.
|2| Breeding: 2 Lune: 9 (2/5) / 0 (2/5)
|
|
|
Post by Evainmoire on Jun 27, 2023 6:49:43 GMT -6
He placed a wrapped package to the right of him, and rested the hands on the walking cane, patient. The night air was cool, giving some respite to the balminess of the day, though no breeze could quite make over the enclosure edges. It was welcoming none the less. The stars shone above to clear sky, and somewhere beyond the center's main building eclipsing them there would be moonlight, no doubt. If there was a place of serenity among nature, this would have been it.
Time crawled on, with little telling the exact amount unless one were to observe a pocket watch. There was intentional reluctance to do so, for it could rather ruin the peace of the moment, giving way to one's pragmatic mind. A twinkle of something on the water's surface caught attention. Perhaps a falling leaf, or insect of some description. Perhaps something below, it was as yet too early to tell.
|3| Breeding: 3 Lune: 9 (3/5) / 0 (3/5)
|
|
|
Post by Evainmoire on Jun 27, 2023 6:54:10 GMT -6
The lepus noted it, searched the waterline for any sign of motion beneath, but largely remained seated in a calm fashion. The lotine, as he'd discovered, were quite above normal plants and creatures of such nature. They had sharper minds than others, perhaps even enough to challenge the humanoids. It was this intelligence that had to be respected. If one was to frighten a person, they would remember and distrust for ever more. To accidentally faux pas against a lotine could yield similar detriment.
This was particularly true due to the lotine's history. It had not been a tragic one, of what he could tell, merely a lonely one. Where some could find the ability to thrive in solitude, this was not always the case for all. Many, in fact, were more likely to shrivel and withdraw, needing support and aid in order to grow back into the people who they once were. If the lotine shared a spark of intelligence, it would be no different.
|4| Breeding: 4 Lune: 9 (4/5) / 0 (4/5)
|
|
|
Post by Evainmoire on Jun 27, 2023 6:59:49 GMT -6
It was some time past the previous motion, that the surface of the water was disturbed once more. To the common-sighted, they might have only thought it another insect or a touch of breeze. For one whose sight could pierce gloom, however, the lepus could glance a brief view of an eye just beneath the wave, before it disappeared. Ah, it appeared he was being observed, perhaps even evaluated. This was progress, though the impatient might claim otherwise.
He only adjusted his posture slightly, settling to lean more against the back of the chair. He could attempt to track the motions of the lotine below the surface, to be sure, but that was a rather nervous way to go about it. If she chose to, she would show herself. 'A watched kettle never boils', as some would say, though in ironic twist the goal would be to have something occur rather than not.
|5| Breeding: 5 Lune: 10 (0/5) / 1 (0/5)
|
|
|
Post by Evainmoire on Jun 27, 2023 7:06:06 GMT -6
The water's surface continued to have the occasional disturbance or ripple, intermittently with no activity at all. A sharp observer would have noted that they grew more frequent over time, and a very patient one would have seen some grow into a momentary splash. The lepus was unclear on whether it was a signal on the lotine's end, some attempt at communication, or merely a test, to see if he would react in any clear manner. Perhaps indeed his own stillness might be likened to a statue, giving the lotine cause to test if he was still a living, breathing entity.
This denoted to potential for curiosity. This was beneficial, for that was a ground on which they could being to build trust. One can hardly become curious of something they fear. And one can hardly trust something they are not initially curious about. So the lepus merely cleared his throat and lightly adjusted his posture once more.
|6| Breeding: 6 Lune: 10 (1/5) / 1 (1/5)
|
|
|
Post by Evainmoire on Jun 27, 2023 7:11:16 GMT -6
The surface of the water broke soon after, the dark blue head of the lotine rising to take full stock at last. It appeared that motion had been the last missing piece of her assessment of the situation. To be sure, it can't have been an easy one. She had been taken from one pond to the next, even from his own garden to here. The main difference, perhaps, was that he had chosen to remain here with her, which was a sense of company unfamiliar to her.
He acknowledged her presence with a look, a bow of the head, and a sense of calm. The eyes that studied him in return were deep and blue, not yet entirely certain as to what to do next, but betraying that spark of curiosity all the same. Or, perhaps, her senses were sharper than he gave credit for, when those blue eyes turned to look at the parcel beside him on the bench.
|7| Breeding: 7 Lune: 10 (2/5) / 1 (2/5)
|
|
|
Post by Evainmoire on Jun 27, 2023 7:16:36 GMT -6
The parcel was something he would have got to eventually, the sudden interest slightly putting him out of turn. The pale eyes turned back to her again, and he cleared his throat softly, "Good evening. It is a fine one, would you not say?" The lotine would not, perhaps in large part because she could have not. The expression shifted, a momentary sense of caution at being addressed so directly. When nothing else followed, however, she settled again, drifting a step closer in the water.
For the lepus' part, he came to understand that perhaps the intelligence extended to understanding concepts, but not quite to languages. Perhaps with time and effort, though he'd not yet heard it possible for a creature to find something as complex as linguistics to be second nature. The head lowered, recognising the mistake, but finding the means to perhaps correct it. Wordlessly, he picked up the parcel.
|8| Breeding: 8 Lune: 10 (3/5) / 1 (3/5)
|
|
|
Post by Evainmoire on Jun 27, 2023 7:21:55 GMT -6
With patient motions, he undid the cord and parted the wrapping to reveal a rather particular kind of fish. It had no classification specific to it that he was able to learn from his studies, and indeed any source material merely seemed to reference it in terms of only being a particular kind of food. He held the parcel towards her, allowing her to inspect it from afar. This was an important step, for rush too quick and the lotine was likely to retreat back to her solitude beneath the waters.
For her part, perhaps it was a sense of curiosity, or perhaps merely recognition. The change of expression was no clear which, though she did draw some feet closer to the edge of the pool indicating there was interest in the offering all the same. To that, the lepus leaned upon the cane and slowly rose to his feet, walking to the edge of the pool.
|9| Breeding: 9 Lune: 10 (4/5) / 1 (4/5)
|
|
|
Post by Evainmoire on Jun 27, 2023 7:26:50 GMT -6
Despite the interest, there was still distance between then. He did not fault her caution in this, and merely allowed the fish to slip into the pool, before retreating back to the bench with the remains of the parcel's wrapping. He sat just as the lotine dove beneath the waters, though not with intent to escape. The dive was more towards the offering made, giving him reason to suspect she was looking to catch the fish and eat it, as had been the purpose for it.
Moments continued to pass in the silence of the pleasant night, the moon eventually finding its way past the center's main building and able to shine down into the garden at last. The lepus rested the hands on the walking cane and breathed in the wonderful evening air, content to know the first steps of trust had gone over well. He trained his ears, then, and could have come to swear there was just the faintest bit of melody on the night air, from somewhere below the water.
|10| (counted) Breeding: 10 Lune: 11 (0/5) / 2 (0/5)
|
|
|
Post by Silver on Jul 5, 2023 16:40:26 GMT -6
It almost appears to glow in the dark. How cute!
|
|