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Post by Flare on Sept 30, 2023 21:28:02 GMT -6
"Shabh isn't a fan of fall harvest, sadly. The extra pollen in the air does bother his ears some." Drawing a clean kerchief from his pocket, the man crosses the stage to stand next to his pet partner. "Stay Shabh, let me clean those. no more scratches please." Itch. Frustration. Wing bad scratcher. the rakai's emotional string veered towards annoyed as he cautiously lowers his leg to tilt his head up a bit for the other to reach him. Oh what a show, he is cleaning Shabh's ears gently while on stage. "Rakai are not keen on being handles around their flame mane or their horns, its a sensitive space. But we're working on it. Keeping the bone clean helps keep the texture healthy." Once the ear is cleaned to satisfaction, Shabh shakes his head back and forth a bit, with a huff. Cleaning takes lots of time. He doesn't like it much. Spreading his wingspan which is as long as Flare is tall, head to tail, he nudges the tumaian away when he's done rubbing at his horns a bit. Tolerable? Yes. He's not misbehaving. "Good Shabh. Come here, I've got a treat." The Long Tube of Treat comes out of his magical pockets and the rakai has his full attention on him. Coming up to him, then led with his hand downwards into laying down, before a fistful of trreats is set down. "Good." [Uses treats, stay, no, tolerance of being cleaned, come and lay down] x.20
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Sept 30, 2023 21:44:33 GMT -6
"Now Peninnah... stay!" She said, pointing at her vespa excitedly. There was a pause. "Mmm... okay..." said the little voice from the collar. Sure enough, the crystal didn't budge. A perfect example of "stay"- about as still as any pet here could manage! She held her arms out to the crowd, as if to say "Tada!" They were stunned into silence, clearly awestruck at how well Peninnah responded. "Oh... pretty light... I want it..." Fiera heard from behind her. Clearly Peninnah was enamored by the contest hall lights, but Fiera wasn't going to let her get distracted. "Peninnah, no! Not now." She said, holding up a hand. "Hmm. Ok." Peninnah responded, her entranced tone of voice fading to a borderline grumpy inflection. "Atta girl!" Fiera said. She was knocking this out of the park! She had a few more things in mind to show the audience however, and Fiera quietly slipped a treat out of her pocket- a little cutlet of fish.
(Peninnah uses Stay, No.)
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Post by Flare on Sept 30, 2023 21:44:52 GMT -6
"Shabh is a special rakai, as you can see he has wings of bone. He cannot fly, but he is in tune with the earth, like I am." Its not easy since he's in long billowy pants to see his wooden limb, except if anyone pays attention to his feet. But eyes are on his rakai. and him. Something bushy has been in his hair since the man came on stage, as he pulls a chrysanthemum, freshly trimmed from his long hair and places it on the ground. "Plants heed to his cry." 'Plant. fear. Show.' he tries to reason by emotion. WOOOOOOOOO A low, mournful howl escapes the rakai, echoing over the audience. Nothing happens for a moment, before the flower shivers and shrinks, like it closes up at sundown. "But when he leaves... they become normal again. Follow Shabh." There's a basket of items he needs to retrieve over on the edge of the stage he'd hauled over before getting into line. Shabh bows his head to grab the other side of the basket as his partner struggles to drag the basket up and over the edge, as standing on the ground is enough distance on the stage to be a bit hard. While they struggle, the flower slowly unfurls again, relaxing away from the deep noise. 'Plant. dead. Dread.' the emotion of fear takes over; he doesn't like Shabh's strange adherence to the terms of life and death. "But he sometimes causes winter without meaning to. By that, I mean the plants WITHER.' While the basket is being carried, Shabh trots ahead, inspecting the flower. He sneezes, growls at it and breathes out on it. The flower seems to stiffen, and go greyscale before anyone's eyes. Flare keeps FAR away from this. No need to get caught in that. [uses verdant whisper with the flower, follow, and wither on the flower] x.20
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Sept 30, 2023 22:00:59 GMT -6
Fiera set it on the floor in front of Peninnah. She knew that Peninnah could see through the crystal- it was transparent enough for it- and she knew by this point that she could recognize her favorite treat, even if she technically couldn't eat it anymore. "Oh... want..." Peninnah cooed quietly. "Peninnah, don't eat that!" Fiera said, giving her another order. "Hrmmgmmg..." The vespa muttered, begrudgingly obeying. "That's it, good girl!" Fiera said, patting the crystal on the "head". Peninnah let out another angry noise, however, and Fiera could tell that she was starting to get upset. Dangerously upset. "Pen- no bites!" Fiera said more harshly, wagging a finger at Peninnah. She could get upset of course, but violence was never the answer. "I promise you everyone- she's perfectly tame!" Fiera said, turning towards the audience that were terrified into silence by the predatory insect Fiera had brought before them. She couldn't blame them- she would be too.
(Peninnah uses Don't Eat That, No Bites)
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Post by Flare on Sept 30, 2023 22:12:35 GMT -6
"On MISTy nights, sometimes we hear the scream of the dead echo over the grounds." As Shabh moves, it feels... like looking through a haze. The haze grows deeper and darker as with a snap of fingers for a signal, the lights dim... making the mist deeper. He drops a mushroom at his feet to ominously cast some light around his shadow in a green hue. Time to see if he can pull this off. The warmth inside his chest heats as he remembers the scream of fighting sarane, mad with bloodlust, and summons a animalistic shriek out of the gloom. "But it doesn't phase Shabh, master of life, and of death." They both pass from the mist as it begins to fade, a thick rope tug in Flare's hand. "Let's playbite." he tells the rakai, jiggling the rope. Quicker then reaction, the rakai chomps on the rope half, pulling hard on it. He can see the figure of a large reptile outside of the mist in the corner of his eye. They've never gotten along, dragons and dragonwolves. But he's focused on the tug, and when he tries, Flare puts up a good fight for a twoleg with a tail. The fight lasts for a full minute before Flare yields and lets the rakai take the tug from him. "And that is our show. Thank you" That was enough. He had more, but not enough props. Quickly retrieving the dead flower, Flare takes the toy basket off stage and Shabh follows him, the tug in his mouth and a proud winningness about him. [demonstrates hidden mist, accented by the glowy mushroom, accept noise, bite with the toy barrel] done
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Sept 30, 2023 22:13:21 GMT -6
With that out of the way though, it was time for the grand finale. "And now ladies and gents, without further ado! Peninnah might be good at performing tricks, but sometimes its the ABSENCE of a trick that's the real prize! Watch as you can see how much she trusts me to take care of her and keep her safe! To hold her in any position!" She shouted to the audience, before leaning over and giving Peninnah a big hug, bending backwards until the crystal came wobbling off of its base, gently waltzing with her around the arena floor as if moving to an unseen dance with a particularly stiff partner. Finally she came to a slow stop and put the vespa "back down", letting her rest naturally again. To her credit, Peninnah didn't make a noise- she didn't mind Fiera "carrying" her at all. "How was that for a show, eh? Isn't she amazing!" Fiera said, looking around the crowd. They were so amazed, they couldn't even find it in them to clap! Truly, a performance for the ages! Fiera gave a mighty bow, one big enough for both of them, and dragged her beloved vespa off stage once more.
(Peninnah uses Tolerance.)
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 30, 2023 22:30:49 GMT -6
Of all creatures, why was there a CAT in the stage. Its a very smart thing that Mira has stayed with Kristofor so long, keeping away from grown and not grown barkbarks is second nature, especially when they are playful. But foxfriend has a cacklycat thing, and she just HOVERS. No wings. This one has wings, like the squawksquawk. A gentle hand rests on her back as they stand, and wait. The cat is called off soon enough and Kristofor quietly releases the breath he was unwittingly holding. Pretty much everything is bigger then Mira, short of the...was that a fish or a bug. He can't tell. Looks like a bug. A large canine finishes their show...interesting. He's curious on what else that big dog can do, but its not the same as his houlou. Dressed in a bejeweled vest and shorts, the fox takes the stage, Mira perched on his shoulder. "Good evening, fair people. We, my panilla Mira and I, Kristofor, have some interesting things to show you." WHEEK WHEEK! Mira chirps her approval, climbing up onto his head. Taking a small chunk of dried bamboo to eat as a reward. She has a snowflake ribbon tied around her middle, the fox-paw sized snowflake across her back as a shell of sorts. "But first, we must dim the lights but one on that stool, please. Rest assured, Mira has no fear of the dark." As the lights dim, it shows off a previously ignored stool. [Mira wears the snowflake ribbon, reacts to her name]
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 30, 2023 22:39:15 GMT -6
"Like me, a fox, Mira is most active in the dead of night. She holds no fear of the dark." Mostly creatures with nightvision or those who have their eyes adjusted can see clearly now since its very gloomy now. "Mira, do remember the party we went to last Vaiminmur? Please get the gift that we had for our host." Mira wheeks with affirmation as she clambers down his vest, careful not to pull any of the shiny pieces with her toes to find his satchel. The bag bumps and wheels a few times before she emerges with a bunting plush the size of herself. "Very good Mira, you remembered. Trade you." he takes the plush and passes her a piece of dried bamboo. "I'm not sure you remember our show back some eve when we gave our fair host a bird plush, as they love birds. Real, unreal, even those that don't exist." He speaks of legends. [Mira demonstrates accept darkness, hold and drop with the bunting plush and bamboo.]
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Post by Xentus on Sept 30, 2023 22:48:01 GMT -6
> Xentus, accompanied by Mashiik He kept his promise - he was going to make it to the show ring with Mashiik. Granted, he was running late. Most of the contestants had already done their part in the show from what he could tell. It wouldn't be a surprise if he and the alurook had already been called and thusly skipped. Thankfully, with a bit of persuading the show runners (with a heap of apologies), he was given a chance to continue on showing the bird. ( Alright, Mashi. Ready?), he asked the glimmering bird, who seemed rather dismayed with him still. She hardly spared him a glance the whole trip here, and her replies were sparse. ( Think of all the eyes to gawk at your beautiful plumage! Xentus promises the finest dinner tonight) ' Fine. Thundergug shank' There was a cocky hint in that mental thought pressed to him. ( Good! Let's show them, Mashi - Dance for them!) It was their time to enter the show ring, and they did so with a flourish. Xentus climbed upon the bird's back and flew with her through the curtains - their arrival marked dancing winds littered with feathers and leaves! [Mashiik demonstrates Tack Up, Carry Rider, Fly, and Ripcord Dance (Magic) with Feathers and Leaves]
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 30, 2023 22:54:19 GMT -6
"This isn't enough though Mira. As our host's child loves birds. Really small birds. Do we have those Many birds?" The panilla leans off of his arm as she clambers around to examine the toy, now placed on the stool. She chitters as he offers an empty hand, eyes wide and staring. Slowly, bird plush shimmers, and a double of the bird, with more color on its body then the other appears in his hand. Unlike a few years ago, she keeps using illusions every now and then, and several months of practice, he can't see through the plush anymore. "Thats very good Mira, what a pretty choice of bird." The plush's duplicate opens its stitched beak and trills a single note. Slowly, it seems to shrink in on itself until the plush is the size of a grapefruit. "Thats small enough Mira, we dont' want the bird to get lost when given to her child." Small tweetweet. she wheeks as he takes and holds both plushes. If she focuses on one illusion, the others melt away. "Its a misty evening, lets go find our ride." As they walk across the stage, mist seeps over the stage, like it dribbles off the stage and obscures them just slightly. "Its a big horse, we need to go find the big horse." he tells her as the walk across slowly, disturbing the mist with his bushy tail. [Mira demonstrates nightvision, illusion with the bunting plush and hidden mist]
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 30, 2023 23:01:00 GMT -6
The mist parts and there's a him sized "horse" standing there. Its a plush toy, the saddle stitched onto its back, and no visible movement. Just, big. "Thats a big horse Mira. Did you find that plush in the dark?" he asks her. She makes an offended wheek noise before turning and crawling onto his head again. "Well, can you make it normal again?" The illusion looks like it melts apart into mist until the fox kneels to pick up the plush horse he'd dropped into the fog as he walked. "Her mastery of illusion gets better by the -day." Until the toy's face splits open and closes on his thumb, the two halves nomming animatedly. "Really?" Wheek. "Fine, I'll get the ribbon off." She is placed on the stool, acting grumpy until she feels the ribbon slip around her belly. "When I groom Mira, she looses fur as easily as I do, and I pick my accessories for her carefully. No need to lose more fur with winter on the horizon." When he picks up the discarded ribbon, there's a small amount of fur clinging to the clasp that holds the snowflake onto the satin ribbon. [uses tolerance and loosen fur, illusion with the horse plush, and nip with the horse plush]
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 30, 2023 23:07:05 GMT -6
"Raise the lights please, we've reached our destination." the lights come on slowly, lifted like a sunrise. and he's surrounded by two plush birds and two plush horses, hopping up and down animatedly. "And we've got so many toys to give away." They wheek and hop and disappear, one at a time until only the duplicate bird remains on the stool next to Mira. "Good girl Mira. You've really learned how to control the illusions." She arches her back, seeking. Ah. The pink hairbrush comes out of his satchel, delicately brushing along her thick fur. She almost purrs with delight. Brushy time is great. She likes that if he doesn't pull fur. "Illusion is a trick of the eyes and the mind. Perhaps next time she can turn us into something else as well." The bird melts away as the mist dissipates. "Thank you and good night." Kristofor bows and takes the plushes, Mira and her brush off stage. Eventually he could try a joke but he doesn't know any. Maybe a riddle? [finishes illusion with the doubling, movement and vanishing of plushes, and tolerance of being brushed] done
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Post by Xentus on Sept 30, 2023 23:14:04 GMT -6
"Yeah! Greetings everyone! Meet Mashiik!", Xentus called to the crowd with fangs gleaming. The alurook let out a trill, hearing her name announced. Seeing the people before her, a certain thrill filled the bird. She was certainly one to relish in adoration, seeking attention from any who might spare some for her. A difficult task when cooped up in that stuffy cabin. The leopard tugged some feathers and directed the alurook to the stage, landing.
"Let us get right into it then, yes? Mashi, come" For their entry being so grand, the follow up routine seemed to downgrade to the most basic of commands. Alas, this was an obedience contest. He'd missed their shot at the magic show previously, regrettably. Mashiik cared little about the 'grandness' of whatever the leopard had to ask of her, as long as the eyes watched her, she was feeling in the zone! The massive, golden owl plodded over to the mammalian, her large taloned feet seeming to pick up off the stage floor more than they needed to.
[Mashiik demonstrates Land, Name, and Come]
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Post by Xentus on Sept 30, 2023 23:36:22 GMT -6
"Very good, Mashi! Stay here", he told the bird, showing off their next basic trick as he stepped back and away from the owl. Simple enough. Mashiik took the opportunity to preen, seeing a chance to show off her golden feathers further. "Mashiik here is quite well behaved, see?", he tried to convince the curious eyes. It wasn't every day that an alurook with such colors was seen. Though that aspect likely what drew more attention than the bird's obedience.
Next, the leopard came up to ruffle some feathers. 'Wha-', the alurook stared at him, slightly offended by the sudden assault. And her mental thought went ignored as her keeper continued on ruffling and prattling on about how good she was behaving. A quiet chuffing escaped her throat as she did her best to show that she completely didn't enjoy this any. Some laughing rang out from the audience, to which Mashiik began getting riled up at. Such taunts would not be tolerated!
"No, Mashi, calm down my friend"
[Mashiik demonstrates Stay, Tolerance, and No]
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Post by Xentus on Sept 30, 2023 23:46:12 GMT -6
With a huff, the alurook dismissed the irritating sound of laughter and recentered her attention onto Xentus. Surely they were done with such trivial tasks, right?
"Xentus has trained Mashiik more for ah.. Battle. Dazzling and deadly, she is! Quiet the stage, and give them a storm", the leopard commanded ominously. (Quiet, Mashi. Show them some lightning and wing wind), the man explained in thought to the owl. They'd end their performance with a flourish, just as they came. Xentus stepped back and let the owl show off. First, her wings were raised and the air grew still. Eerily so. Silence settled in, and as the lack of sound became apparent, the bird loosed wild lightning from her beak while stirring up feathers and leaves yet again. The leopard tried to cheer at the sight, but his voice was lost while the still air remained. After a few seconds, sound returned to the air and the man gave a bow.
"And that's it! Thanks for having us!" Time was running out, thought he hoped they put on enough of a show to impress the judges.
> Exeunt Xentus and Mashiik
[Mashiik demonstrates Silence, Lightning Bolt (Magic), and Wing Buff]
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