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Post by Flare on Jun 9, 2024 4:47:54 GMT -6
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Post by Flare on Jun 10, 2024 5:19:51 GMT -6
![](http://trepuldra.com/MML/custom_special/Squash_Flare_a.png) When asked about why he doesn't want to be using the regular fishing spot closer to the city, the tumaian humanish deosn't answer his companion. Something is drawing him south. Towards the canyon he is aware is there. The river runs through it. They should be trying their luck there. Alpha trys much. Learn swim, river better there. He pointedly stares in the direction being walked away from. Water tall. Eat alpha fast. Shabh afraid no save alpha. The anxiety welling from the unexpected trip is repeated several times as Flare's feet take him to the ancient rip in the ground, delving deep into the rocks to a very visible stripe of river down there. The rakai huffs with frustration; alpha is being reckless. He doesn't like it. Although he is big adn stronger then alpha, alpha is taller and fights back on being dragged away. But the water is high and rushes loudly as they are descending the worn spaces of walking in the rocks; coming across something very unusual. Something large and quadruped bounding between the rapidly disappearing shoreline and a space several feet up, putting soemthing on the shelf. On closer sight, several somethings. Wet Season 1 x.20
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Post by Flare on Jun 10, 2024 21:52:58 GMT -6
The rakai uses his tail to stop his alpha moving any closer to the water. It seems to break his concentration of movement. A rumbling growl shivers through his canid companion. The molten looking scales lining his spine flicker. He's lookign forward and down... at...a horse?No. Its no horse. No horse jumps back and forth like a rabbit. Its shoving something up on the shelf several feet below them, acting very rushed. Forward. Slow approach. Quiet. he whispers, carefully stepping out of his sandals, picking them up. The rocks bite into the soles of his feet just enough to notice but not hurt him. Perk of having tougher feet. Gently giving a push on Shabh's tail to convince him to move. Curiosity. Rabbit? What is that. Dead smell. Predator. Dangerous. the rakai's ears flatten as the wind shifts direction, coming upwind at them. The smell of dead birds. The smell of dead anything is a smell of predator. He smells of dead plants; although he eat meat. Too worried. Closer look. Perfectly fine. The elemental offers a nodding reassurance to his companion; he's focused and not intending to get too much closer after all. They didn't knwo what this creature was. Here were dragons after all. 2
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Post by Flare on Jun 10, 2024 22:09:44 GMT -6
She should've realized the wet season would raise the banks higher then the gravel patch. That stupid kitava did warn her of high waters. Several times. Now panickedly bounding back and forth between the sinking shoreline and a rock shelf several feet upwards, spitting out one mouthful at a time of her dutifully collected shiny stones. Theres no time to count them, just grab a mouthful of rocks and get up up up. The water is wetting the rocks with the final few mouthfuls, water dribbling between sharp teeth as she carries a precious load to spit onto the ledge. Was that all of them? She does a brief count... no theres several missing. And not from those theiving carrion birds. But theres movement from above in the corner of her eye. No, no time! She'll smoke the thieves off the shelf once she gets that last mouthful of stones. The two above by several feet above the stone littered ledge are staring at this strange occurance. What 'rabbit' is eating rocks. Flare is watching the animal move gracefully from one ledge to another. A powerful jumper, like a cat or a deer. But he sees no hooves, although there are sweeping horns. Shabh glowers, with mild horn envy. 3
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Post by Flare on Jun 10, 2024 22:28:10 GMT -6
With each bound and leap backwards and forwards, she's taxing her energy. Energy that she'll need to climb the canyon paths back to her cave to take back her shiny stones until another gravel patch is unearthed. Her birding catches won't work while the river runs this high. The water splashes as she lands atop it, now about an inch over the stones, hungrily swirling around her toes, seeking to devour the shore. And drag anyone not paying attention underwater. She can swim as well as a nanayesh, thank you, but even the strongest swimmer has trouble fighting the undertow of a hungry river. The draconic has to spread her stance for a more stable footing across the water as she dunks her head into the water, scooping as many glimmers in her mouth as her breath can give. Which isn't much. Coming above water again, she coughs several times, dropping stones back into the rapidly rising water. No! She looks to the shelf, back at her preciou stones hiding udnerwater... and leaps powerfully up onto the ledge, coughing out a mouthful of water and several rocks. Its much higher in the few minutes she spends nudging the rocks past the lip of the ledge, to the watchfullness of whatever theives she'd deal with shortly. Theres no time! 4
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Post by Flare on Jun 13, 2024 4:14:54 GMT -6
If the canyon's wind wasn't attempting to drag him further inward, watching this creature he could compare to seeing a moving picture from his youth. The movement is enamoring to watch. The body language of the creature is rushed, desperate. And if Flare's eyes aren't mistaken, he saw it land on TOP of the water once or twice. But now the water is too high with the jumps back and forth, or its only temporary. The creature is debating fast on jumping down again. "I wouldn't do that." his words come out before he can stop them, like commenting on the moving picture while it runs. Witht he few minutes he's watched the river, supposedly something much more wild then the lazy estuaries going past the city to the north, double in depth. He can see those long pointed ears flick upwards as it heard his words. "Water is much higher then it just was." Hama's breathing is harsh. Slightly strained. She's in good shape for her young age, but even grown adults get tired of constant bouncing backwards and forwards. Theres sound. A harsh, badly worded series of sounds. Looking up, she sees the gray of the sky, backgrounding a human...and their pet. 5 8.20
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Post by Flare on Jun 13, 2024 4:29:01 GMT -6
The grumpy kitava she shared a cave with spoke once of a warped and broken lashak he'd pulled from the river one wet season years back. The wings shattered, strange strands sprouting from a head where horns grew, it could've resembled a dying eideon by description of such forward facing horns, and a hide of fire. It spoke a broken language but understood the kitava who saved its life; but he did describe one feature without curling his own maw in disgust. Their eyes. Against the sky, the human's sillouette is more difficult to make out, almost dry looking around the edges. But their eyes. A gray that has life within. Not the gray of a dying fire or fish scales or the angry or weeping sky above. The loziuyesh's pale moon eyes look up at them. The voice is badly worded, like it had the barest grip on the language; perhaps mimicry. Something between her size and the human crouching there watching her growls, standing beside them. Looking back down, the gravel patch has sunk beneath several inches of water now. Rushing liquid churns the loose grit into a murky undertow. The river isnt' done rising yet, nor seeking to be calming itself. But her stones! 6
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Post by Flare on Jun 13, 2024 4:48:05 GMT -6
((Flare has one rank in draconic but it still sounds differently when he and a draconic converse; Draconic, if I was translating it would come out as German.)) Even the strongest swimmer would have trouble here. Her leg muscles tense up, ready to spring downwards again. "Are those rocks down there worth your life if the river takes you with it?" the human's voice asks, those gray eyes staring downwards. The black crests rattle on her shoulders, arching to look intimidating, glinting here and there with her carefully placed feathers. "Are my rocks worth YOUR life, thief?" she sneers in return. The gray eyed human blinks in surprise; what did it not expect her to understand, to respond? Although it sounds like it bites its tongue when it talks, the understanding is there. She is stronger in the ear of language then old Ivalo, after all. "No fake rocks are worth my life." the human responds with no change of audible tone. Like her barb didn't even touch it. Fake rocks? She looks down briefly at the pile of shiny stones at her feet. They glimmer and catch the light in a frosted look. Listening to the strange noises his alpha makes when... communicating with the no-tail four-leg beast below them doesn't please Shabh any. 7
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Post by Flare on Jun 13, 2024 4:57:00 GMT -6
Flare watches the creature suddenly realize a seed of doubt on their 'rocks'. He can sense what sits on the shelf beneath them by several feet. Its a pile of river pounded 'sea glass'. Broken bottles and such possibly washed in from up north. Does the river continue running through the canyon to flow out? The river doesnt' flow throught he desert so he has no idea. Its being territorial over simple litter, or something for artwork. Hardly something to be possessive of. "You have a pile of sea glass there. That is not rock, but melted sand. Fake rocks." he continues. One palm resting on the edge of the shelf as he extends his senses downwards. Not too far though. Several colors hum their names in his head. "A variety of color; these are humanmake or kappermake." The barest brush against something he sensed... whatever long eared horned being that speaks back at him clearly...he's heard this before... years ago. How dare this human and its pet. Hama forgets her rush to gather the last of her shiny stones, grabbing one in her paw to look at it very closely. She loved these translucent stones... but the doubt is seeded. If she holds it to her eye, she can see shadows through it. Like some of the failed scrying stones littering the cave. Didn't old Ivalo call them quartz? 8
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Post by Flare on Jun 13, 2024 5:07:27 GMT -6
"Fake rocks aside, I seek a place to fish here. Are there any calmer places downriver we may go to cast my lines." back to business; as thats what drew him here. At least that is why he had all this equipment on him. "Your glass collection is not something I am interested in." His rakai huffs beside him, standing tall and proudly, his bone wings slightly angled to catch the weak sun attempting to shine through the gray skies above them. Fishing? Right... fishing is a reason some humans trespass on a draconic's sacred canyon. Either that or the rare seeking of companionship. Hama puts the translucent stone back on the pile, her anger momentatarily forgotten? Or just considering. "High water has more fish, but a poor cast will pull you in." Its a long learned lesson; Mother's river gives and takes away. If you get taken away by the river, you can't escape. Even nanayesh, the masters of the water, she hears, may avoid a flooding river. Her pale gaze takes the gangly backlit shadow of the gray eyed human in...he looks like bundled sticks with eyes and the barest traces of fire tracing its 'head' outline. Very small. 9
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Post by Flare on Jun 18, 2024 22:52:42 GMT -6
It occurs to her that although his pronunciation is poor and sounds like a hatchling just learning to talk, she's understood this human the whole time. "You speak the language of draconic. Poorly, but I can understand you...?" She's a bit surprised on that. The bundled sticks looking human's shadow colored face must make wrinkles with its mouth while doing a 'thinking' look. She still can't see details yet. He's illuminated by the sun, burning at the head. "It is not my first trip here. But I wasn't speaking draconic..." was he? The memories of that near disasterous venturing while cursed landed him rescued by a grumpy fanwing dragon creature are years old now. Which also clicks another piece of information. Whatever this blue creature is... "Are you a draconic?" Hama snorts at the question. PileofBurningSticks, as she will now think the human as, is long when he stands on two legs, but she is much bigger then he is. His head might meet hers but her horns tower. "No, I'm a carrion bird on four legs." she sniffs sarcastically. "I am a draconic; not all clans possess wings to fly or fins to swim." Which she assumed he probably only heard of lashak. "What are you, human." He doesn't answer that question, because he doesn't know. Keeping his rakai close by. He takes out one of the fishing lines and gauges the distance between the shelf and the rushing water beneath them. Finally lowering a line to drift in the water. 10
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Post by Silver on Jun 27, 2024 18:39:27 GMT -6
![](https://hxrv2.neocities.org/fishing/anchovy.gif) Aww, what a cute little guy.
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Post by Flare on Jun 28, 2024 3:27:37 GMT -6
Hrrrrggggh. He may not understand the hisses and growls coming from the horned animal beneath them but he does smell a similar scent when he smells his own kind. Shabh's ears flatten to his skull, growling. The roughened hand of his alpha settles over his scaled back. Calm. She is draconic. We..hear.. each other. alpha's voice whispers, a slight gesture with his other limb between himself and down there. Hearing? He hears growling. Wait. Thats him growling. The growling lessens a bit, still baring his teeth a bit, his wings raising in an intimidating manner, the orange fire running along his spines flaring. Ouch. Op, too much. Flare pulls his hand away from the rakai's back as he lights himself on fire, patting out any residual on his pants, but his rakai seemed to understand his intention, just showing his might. "I do not know what I am." he finally answers. Tail curling around his limbs, although still out of sight. Except for the scaling, one wouldn't be able to tell something was off from this distance, right? Hama regards the way the canine creature beside PileofBurningSticks bristles, like it could scare her. The animal couldn't even fly, must think its real scary. But a human who didn't know it was a human or not? Why was that? Below them, the line is nipping and pulling. Flare pulled up the line once he felt a strong enough pull, bringing an anchovy out of the water. 11 x.20
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