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Post by Elvye on Jun 16, 2024 10:45:53 GMT -6
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Post by Elvye on Jun 16, 2024 11:10:24 GMT -6
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![](https://hxrv2.neocities.org/pachee/offspring/pachee_male_browndrag.gif) "Easy, Havret." She could hear the pachee twisting himself in the carrier, the awkward shuffling amplified as his wings collided with plastic. It was unclear what he aimed to achieve, or if perhaps he was enjoying the enclosed space as much as he seemed to enjoy just about everything. He was such a good-spirited little fellow, which set Elvye at ease as she approached the breeding center. She had heard, shortly after receiving her first, that pachee were a popular breeding species. Though they looked in many ways quite unlike plants, fascinatingly, they had an entirely plantlike genetic code, and reproductive process as well. One could never say the labs were not creative. How had they sculpted such miraculous little beasts?
There was another reason she was not worried, as she stepped into the lobby. It appeared she had arrived first, but no matter. She was meeting... an acquaintance. Her mind had lingered for a moment on another word. But through it all, caution was still her safeguard. Zenjesi was not a friend—not yet. Perhaps in time. But it would take time.
For now, the thoughts hummed along the back of her mind, as she set down the carrier and began to fill out the forms. It bucked once, almost appearing alive itself, and sat now at an odd angle to her. Wings. She sighed, looking down at the little hint of tail jutting through the front gate. "What exactly are you up to in there?"
Elvye (2/20)
Havret Level 0 (1/5) | Loyalty 0 (1/5)
Breeding 1
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Post by Zenjesi on Jun 16, 2024 11:22:07 GMT -6
Zenjesi was, quite plainly, bewildered. Twice now someone they had met had invited them elsewhere for a second meeting. What were they to make of this? First Ramal, and now Elvye. Had something... changed? As the thought struck them, they diverted their course, stepping up to a rainwater puddle and leaning over it. No... their horns still jutted out of their hair. Their blank eyes still stared back. Of course, their hooves would not have escaped unnoticed. Perhaps the people the Labs attracted were of a different breed. Elvye, of course, was quite experienced - no doubt she had seen greater horrors than Zenjesi. As they arrived at the breeding center proper, Wisteria wrapped in their arms, the satyr slowed, glancing around. Where was Elvye? They lingered for a long moment, paced around the yard once, then decided the sun was making an enemy of itself today. They stepped inside and -- Zenjesi's heart skipped a beat. Elvye was already there, filling out the papers. Their head pivoted to the clock on the wall, and then they ran to her in a panic. " I am late?" It was statement and question and worry at once. Zenjesi: 0.05 Wisteria: 1.2, 3.2 Breeding: 2/10
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Post by Elvye on Jun 16, 2024 12:01:26 GMT -6
✦ Forms, registrations, documentation—the labs were meticulous to a degree Elvye had not anticipated. She wondered, as she recorded her name, if—
The door swung open and Elvye looked up to a much closer than anticipated Zenjesi. Instinct made her heart spike, adrenaline pulsing through her, until, in an instant, it dissipated. A very natural laugh of relief rang through the room. "No, I'm sorry, I was early." Her eyes softened at the sight of the little pachee tucked in Zenjesi's arms. "Oh, she's beautiful," she awed, admiring the glistening white coat and subtle dappling of spots. Certainly, the offspring were bound to be just as lovely.
A loud thump erupted from the carrier, and again, it leapt a few inches to the left, now perpendicular to Elvye's position. Could he smell the female? Or was he still entertained by his own invented games? "He isn't aggressive," she assured Zenjesi. After their last encounter, she felt it was perhaps worth clarifying. "Just... energetic." That felt like the right word, as the carrier rattled once again.
Elvye (3/20)
Havret Level 0 (2/5) | Loyalty 0 (2/5)
Breeding 3
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Post by Zenjesi on Jun 17, 2024 16:44:43 GMT -6
The laugh was a warm, musical sound. If Zenjesi made Elvye start in surprise, it was now Elvye's turn to do the same to Zenjesi. Reflexively, they bared their teeth for a moment. Was that meant to be a smile? Usually those were closed-lip matters when it came to the satyr. They were not sure what they were doing. But the young woman reassured them a moment later, and Zenjesi nodded their head once in grateful acknowledgment. "Yes," they agreed with her assessment of Wisteria, who was quite content to lounge in their arms.
At least, until the carrier on the floor made itself known. Conditioned by Bulldozers, both of Zenjesi's hooves left the linoleum for a moment, before they understood that the male counterpart posed no threat whatsoever. Wisteria, however, was intrigued now as well. Her leafy appendages rustled. "Yes, I possess one similar," they responded with a deep sigh. Carefully, they stepped over him to the counter beside Elyve, and their attention turned to the papers. They almost thought to offer assistance, but then realized such a thing was likely trivial for someone like her.
Zenjesi: 0.1 Wisteria: 1.4, 3.4
Breeding: 4/10
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Post by Elvye on Jun 17, 2024 17:16:26 GMT -6
✦ Was Zenjesi always so nervous? Their smile, as Elvye tried to reassure them, felt uncomfortable at best. Upon reflection, she was withholding the title of friend. It would be unjust to assume Zenjesi knew that she intended no harm—that she could be trusted. She hadn't yet allowed trust to permeate the relationship on her own account.
Trust, however, seemed to be flowing from the little one in Zenjesi's arms. Wisteria rested freely in the satyr's cradle, despite even her curiosity at the carrier below. Zenjesi stepped up to the counter to assist, but it was apparent that their hands were occupied. "Wisteria, spelled like the plant, correct?" Elvye confirmed, checking her own work on the forms so far. "I'm not sure if there are other places I'll need your information," she admitted. "This is my first time breeding pachee." She turned back to the pages, giving them a moment's cursory review. "But you have, before, yes?" At least, that was the impression she'd had when they'd made their arrangements. In the same breath, Zenjesi didn't always make themself terribly clear.
Elvye (4/20)
Havret Level 0 (3/5) | Loyalty 0 (3/5)
Breeding 5
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Post by Zenjesi on Jun 18, 2024 21:37:40 GMT -6
Quietly they supervised Elyve for a moment. "Like the plant," they confirmed. Yet, the persistent thumping of the carrier at their feet was likely distracting all parties involved, so they took it upon themselves to attend to it. Shuffling out of the way, they stooped back down, craning their neck around to peer in at the male. They had encountered winged Pachee before today, but this was the first they had seen with wings of this particular variety. Well... what particular variety they were was difficult to discern in his frenzy, but they were certainly not leafy or feathered.
Gently, Wisteria protested in their arms, and gently, they held her a bit tighter. "Soon." But as Elvye continued, Zenjesi looked back up to her. Her admission surprised them, and left them feeling a bit uneasy. The words seemed a bit barbed. Were they meant to have offered their assistance after all? "I have." They stood once more, their eyes now locked on the stack of papers rather than Elvye's person. "I will complete them. Or explain. ... If you like."
Zenjesi: 0.15 Wisteria: 1.6, 3.6
Breeding: 6/10
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Post by Elvye on Jun 20, 2024 18:57:01 GMT -6
✦ Havret was becoming increasingly restless, now that he'd begun to pick up the sounds of another pachee just beyond his reach. The satyr may not have caught much of his face in their initial perusal of the carrier, but now he was upright again, bright green eyes peering up at Wisteria. He remained still for only a matter of seconds before letting out a singular, sharp trill.
"Havret, it's alright," Elvye turned, ignoring Zenjesi's offer momentarily as she lowered herself down, offering a soothing scratch behind the pachee's ear. He accepted, though the distraction was brief. Before she'd even pulled her hand back, he was squirming away from it to get a better view of the newcomer. His wings flapped loudly twice, batting against the sides of the carrier, and she watched his little hind legs leap in a bucking motion. Was he this excited because she was a female, or would simply a playmate have been enough?
Finally, Elvye returned to the counter. "I don't mind filling out the forms. You have your hands full." She gave a smile to Wisteria, who seemed now more interested in all of this, too. Perhaps she ought to hurry before she grew too curious as well.
Elvye (5/20)
Havret Level 0 (4/5) | Loyalty 0 (4/5)
Breeding 7
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Post by Zenjesi on Jun 22, 2024 19:43:12 GMT -6
Shamelessly, Zenjesi stared as Elvye calmed her Pachee with ease. She made it appear so effortless. The satyr was always struggling or fighting with their own beasts, uncoordinated and unprepared. But here was Elvye, already equipped with a proper carrier on her first Pachee breeding venture. They had much to learn. Yet the last thing they desired to do was slow her down, though they felt a bit like a newborn horse beside her. To ensure they were attentive, they hovered over her shoulder, neglecting any socially implied boundaries.
"I have the berries," they remarked, just as Elvye's pen reached that section of the form. Wisteria yawned in their grasp; subconsciously, this brought their hand to her head and they began to stroke her absently and slightly compulsively. She did not mind this at all. Her arms hung limply and her chin rested on their forearm like a ragdoll. As the time came for them to sign, their hand was already outstretched to receive the pen.
Zenjesi: 0.2 Wisteria: 1.8, 3.8
Breeding: 8/10
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Post by Elvye on Jun 28, 2024 16:10:35 GMT -6
✦ Reaching the end of the form, Elvye became aware of Zenjesi's presence, both physically closer and more intensely attentive than she had witnessed to that point. Were they expecting her to do something wrong? As her pen hovered along the page, Zenjesi's voice snapped her to attention. "Hm?" She looked up to Zenjesi, and then to the line she was on. "Oh, yes, thank you." Ensuring she had the proper berries named and listed, she was less surprised when Zenjesi's hand leapt for the pen to contain it all with a signature.
"There we are," she passed the forms back to the attendant, then, uncertainty growing to excitement, she retrieved the carrier and moved efficiently to their assigned room. She didn't want to leave Zenjesi behind, and she was careful not to, but Havret had begun to squirm to such a degree in her arms, the carrier felt terribly unstable. She was certain he couldn't break loose on his own, but if she were to drop it, he may end up injured. Best to hurry along.
"Thank you, for joining me," she smiled to Zenjesi, setting the carrier down and, once the door had sealed, finally allowing Havret his freedom. The pachee, despite all his antics, hesitated to take his leave. But, eyes catching Wisteria again, he took to the air, eager to greet his new playmate.
Elvye (6/20)
Havret Level 1 (0/5) | Loyalty 1 (0/5)
Breeding 9
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Post by Zenjesi on Jun 28, 2024 16:54:28 GMT -6
Before long, Elvye was moving along, efficient as ever. Zenjesi did their utmost to ensure they were not in her way, but also not slowing her down, either physically or socially. They trotted behind, and as they finally entered the breeding room, Zenjesi blinked at the young woman, surprised by her sudden expression of gratitude. "It is a joy," they assured her, though in Zenjesi's typical fashion this was said with a straight face. As Elvye released the male Pachee into the room and he began to flap about excitedly, they added, "Perhaps... the joy is his."
Wisteria, too, had begun to squirm again. There was no sense in waiting any longer. The satyr held her under one arm, pulled the container of berries from their bag, and offered them to her. While she consumed them, the satyr looked across to Elyve, and that was the moment that their small, awkward, closed lip smile finally appeared.
Zenjesi: 0.25 Wisteria: 2.0, 4.0
Breeding: 10/10
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Post by Elvye on Jul 24, 2024 20:13:24 GMT -6
Here we are, some nice neutral colors. One, two, and... three? How lucky!
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