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Post by Xentus on May 25, 2024 21:55:40 GMT -6
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Post by Xentus on May 25, 2024 22:10:25 GMT -6
> Xentus, accompanied by...
It had been some time since he'd last come to the breeding center with a pachee in tow. He'd been assigned to do some research on the cute little plant-creatures- namely on their courtship rituals along with the effects of different foods on their resulting offspring. There had been some fanfare about dragon oak acorns having some interesting effects in particular... A fascinating prospect! Xentus couldn't deny his excitement. He waited patiently outside the building, perched on a wooden bench whilst awaiting the second half to this operation. All of his own pachee were related to one another, and as such he couldn't handle the task alone. But! It was nothing that couldn't be handled with a quaint little flier outlining the details. Sugar Cookie was faffing about his hair, swatting at the dangling dreads to stay entertained. Its wings occasionally battered his face as it tried to stay balanced atop his shoulder. "Cookie... Settle down", the mammalian muttered, knowing it was fruitless..
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Post by Zenjesi on May 26, 2024 18:11:23 GMT -6
It was not as if there was no purpose in breeding Pachee ordinarily, but on this particular occasion there was a specific intent. An advertisement had caught Zenjesi's eye for a research project of some kind. This was only an added incentive. Wisteria had not yet had the opportunity to participate in a breeding; it would be a good opportunity to experiment with her genetics as well. She did not require a leash, but was harnessed to one anyway. She was quite placid for a Pachee, draped over Zenjesi's arms almost like a plush instead of a living thing while they walked. But it was as they arrived and spied their partner and his Pachee that they paused. This was the first time they had met someone that they recognized. And of all the individuals it could be... A spark of more than recognition lit in their eyes. With a rapid tap-tapping of their hooves, the satyr trotted up to the man, hunched forward and intent, and whispered, " It is you - the one with the walking tree." Zenjesi: 0.05 Wisteria: 0.2, 2.2 Breeding: 2/10
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Post by Xentus on May 26, 2024 23:33:01 GMT -6
Sugar Cookie did not, in fact, settle down. It snuffled around its keeper's hair with added, making sure to leave no dreadlock left in proper order. Xentus sighed and tried to wrestle the offending pachee off his head. He was distracted enough to be unaware of the swiftly approaching satyr until their raspy voice reached his ears. Xentus' attention snapped away from wrangling the pachee in a bout of surprise. Company had arrived.
"Ah, a moment! Pardon-" The mammalian managed to get a few words out quickly before finally getting the pachee by the scruff and set into his lap. The leopard's eyes looked upon the satyr and widened in realization for a just a moment, then the embarrassment set in twofold. "You are that white-mane's keeper, yes? This one is Xentus, it's great to meet under more ah.. Cooperative conditions", Xentus introduced with a hint of sheepishness in his tone. He rose from his perch and offered a hand to shake.
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Post by Zenjesi on May 27, 2024 12:16:35 GMT -6
Zenjesi waited patiently and impassively as the mammalian man struggled with his Pachee. They understood this variety of conflict quite well. As he seemed to understand who they were, they felt a bit of confusion at his embarrassment. What did he have to feel shame for? They were the one with a pitiful display in the battle arena. Though, all it had proven was how much potential the Lab beasts possessed, and how underprepared they had been.
"Yes, he is mine," they confirmed in response to his question. "Xentus. I am Zenjesi. It was a massacre." But the words were not said with anything except admiration. Awkwardly they shuffled their Pachee in order to free one of their hands, and as they took the leopard's it was held for a lingering moment rather than shaken. "Your Nyssa is marvelous." Wisteria shifted in their grasp of her own volition. She had noticed the other Pachee, and at last this was enough to intrigue her.
Zenjesi: 0.1 Wisteria: 0.4, 2.4
Breeding: 4/10
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Post by Xentus on May 27, 2024 18:08:46 GMT -6
Somehow, Xentus had been expecting their words to be filled with animosity or disdain. Being instead met with a commendation was unexpected. "Xentus appreciates your kindness, dear Zenjesi", he said warmly, patting the satyr's hand with his other before releasing. There was much he wanted to say in that moment. Remarks about that battle, their gallor, or the satyr themself.. The first offered little else to remark aside from that it was indeed a massacre. The second would be a point of further intrigue if not for the first, though he did wonder if the winged beast fated well after the tournament. The third did leave him struck with the most conflict, however.
"Ah, pardon if 'dear' is far too fond...", he apologized after a moment's consideration, "Is there a means you'd prefer to be referred to? Xentus prefers to give due respect to one's name, like miss or sir." Cookie had slid off the man's lap after being so unceremoniously removed and now watched the other pachee with curious eyes. His wings shuffled and his tail flicked a couple times in anticipation, seeming keen on having a playmate. Chee?
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Post by Zenjesi on May 28, 2024 15:34:07 GMT -6
The squirming in Zenjesi's arms gradually reached a constancy and intensity which they could no longer ignore. "You may go," the satyr murmured to their Pachee, stooping to plant her paws on the ground. She shook herself once, and the leafy appendages on her back rustled back into their proper alignment. Her own ears perked at the male's call, and she took a couple of small steps in his direction though she dared not finish the approach herself.
The question Xentus asked next left Zenjesi silenced for an uncomfortably long moment. Their mind had been singularly occupied with thoughts of monstrous trees and bloodshed, which left little room for social conventions. The gears clicked slowly into place, and finally the satyr opened their mouth again. "It is rare for one to speak my name. To hear it is... a delight," they admitted. A strange almost-smile quirked at the edges of their lips as they tried and failed not to appear too desperately lonely. But the conversation could not stray for long, in their mind.
"Will your Nyssa grow further?" they pressed, kneading the leash in their hands.
Zenjesi: 0.15 Wisteria: 0.6, 2.6
Breeding: 6/10
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Post by Xentus on May 29, 2024 20:03:56 GMT -6
It appeared to the leopard that even Zenjesi themselves needed a moment's contemplation to give a proper answer to his quandary. He let his eyes wander for a moment, taking in his company, their pachee, and then his own, before looking back to the satyr once they broke the silence. Given looks alone, he was tempted to say 'miss' Zenjesi... But, it seemed ultimately he'd be left ambivalent on the matter. A hum of understanding sounded from his throat. 'Dear' Zenjesi they'd remain. As they continued, Xentus began to catch on that they seemed to have quite the interest in Eden. He'd by lying to himself if he didn't admit to enjoying the recognition.
"Oh yes, Eden is still but a growing sapling", Xentus replied with a pleased grin, "It should eventually reach about twice its current size" The tree-creature stood well over his own height already and seemed to grow ever taller each day. It was almost hard to imagine it eventually doubling. "Would you be interested in meeting Eden sometime? Xentus promises the nyssa is far more placid when on its own territory"
Down on the ground, Cookie seemed ever more thrilled that the other pachee was now on equal footing. His tail twitched with each step as he eagerly waltzed up to meet the white-pelted one, disregarding any concept of personal space as his nose jutted forward to give her a sniff. There was no containing his excitement, with his quaking wings and tippy taps.
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Post by Zenjesi on May 30, 2024 22:15:01 GMT -6
Whether or not they had properly answered Xentus's question he did not press the matter, and for that they were grateful. Was there a term for a Zenjesi? They did not know of one, as they did not even know what they were. But any concerns over this were promptly dashed. "Sapling?" they repeated in wonderment. "Twice the size?" They began to encroach upon the leopard's space as their interest budded anew. As the offer was made... "Yes, I long for it." Zenjesi answered too immediately to have fully even considered any risk of danger to themselves. Their own insistent questions followed.
"Do the trees speak? Does it know what the trees know?" These inquiries made next to no sense, even to themselves, but the Labs and magics had surprised them with stranger outcomes in the past. Was it far fetched to believe (or even hope) in this possibility?
Wisteria inclined her chin a bit as the male Pachee approached so quickly. She allowed the sniffing and even, on her own terms, gave him a dainty sniff or two in return. One small swish of her tail seemed to signify acceptance of him, though she, with her mellow nature, did not seem to know what to do next.
Zenjesi: 0.2 Wisteria: 0.8, 2.8
Breeding: 8/10
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Post by Xentus on May 30, 2024 22:58:16 GMT -6
They were... Entirely too endearing, Xentus decided. That spark of awe in their whispered words struck the man in a spot he often felt when he himself yearned to learn more. He would not be one to deny their curiosity. Such a thing was always best to be fostered and grown - he knew this well. "Indeed they do! More so than one might think", the man began, excited at the satyr's intrigue, "Xentus has learned of the nyssa's voice, it is not heard unless carefully listened for. The rustles of leaves, the groan of bark. It speaks a language of its own, there is much to say about it" He could stand there and ramble on for as long as the satyr would allow. But, there was a certain other task to accomplish too... Even if it had become an afterthought.
"Come come, let us get the pachee settled in, then this one will tell what he knows of trees" He gestured toward the building's doors, giving a brief reminder of why they'd come to meet in the first place, before leading the way.
Cookie, now ever more excited with the female's approval, pranced happily around the white-pelted pachee, doing his best to show off all of his best features in a strange little dance. She had to see wings especially! And his tail! And he would've continued prancing and dancing if not for the threat of getting left behind by his keeper. Its eyes darted between the other pachee and the tail end of the leopard. He was torn, though quickly decided to follow the man. His side brushed against her as he bounded after his keeper, flicking his tail tauntingly behind him. Surely she'd be impressed enough to follow too!
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Post by Zenjesi on May 31, 2024 17:32:27 GMT -6
Despite their wishes, they were still somehow surprised when Xentus answered in the affirmative, but to say they were excited by this would have been a gross understatement. The ghost of a smile had returned to their face with the intensity that had frightened others in the past. Yet this leopard's presence was so calming that they had forgotten any attempts to temper it while they listened. "I knew it must be," they breathed, tapping their lips with their fingers while they turned his words over in their mind. If the trees could speak, then --
"Oh, pachee." Zenjesi started, snapping out of their reverie. Their eyes traced the leash from their hand down to Wisteria, who was thankfully still attached to the other end. "You are doing research," Zenjesi whispered to him next, though it was more of a question than a statement. There was much to discuss - too much. The questions they had formulated about pachee research on their walk had slipped their mind entirely since. But the offer to meet the Nyssa had been extended, so perhaps Zenjesi would not need to lose sleep over these matters for long.
The distance Wisteria had been attempting to keep had failed. His colorful features and antics had enticed her enough that she needed no further bidding. As the troupe began their march towards the center, Wisteria, for once, was leading Zenjesi onward.
Zenjesi: 0.25 Wisteria: 1.0, 3.0
Breeding: 10/10
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Post by Silver on Jun 16, 2024 19:04:44 GMT -6
Sprinkles! Those leafy wings sure are lovely, aren't they?
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