Renathan knew that they had hit a breakthrough right then, watching the small creature. They were growing pretty close, and Renathan was getting very used to the creature's expressions and body language. Renathan was lucky that he was pretty good with creatures, he figured. After thinking that, he felt terrible. Yeah right, he was good with creatures, and arrogant, and brash, and dangerous, and now tiny Lisle was going to have to live with a mangled leg forever. Renathan was sickening. He tried to keep the wave of depression from hitting him, but Lisle had caught wind of it. He snapped his beak at Renathan, the loud noise breaking him out of thought. The creature stared at him, as if to challenge him, and then made a loud roaring noise; this one particularly good, it actually gave Renathan pause. Renathan waited until the creature started cheeping; and he snapped his fingers. The creature quieted immediately, and then waited. Renathan waited a full five minutes of silence before giving the creature it's treat and a petting for doing a good job. Yes, this would be just fine for today.
The next day was a sad one, forcing Renathan to put off his plans to train the creature for at least a day. The cold weather was obviously effecting the tiny creature's leg, and he'd only noticed it once he got the creature to the park itself. He wanted to have a bonding moment, even if they wouldn't be able to really train, so Renathan carefully pet the creature and (despite it's aggravated protests) wrapped it up in a blanket as tightly as he could while it was still comfortable, so that the creature would not be as cold. Renathan had checked that the leg would be held in as comfortable position as he could, that way the cold and stiffness wouldn't destroy what little progress they had made. Renathan instead carefully cradled the creature in his hands, perhaps a bit sadly. He let the cold nip at his own fingers and toes. Renathan felt as if he deserved it, the discomfort and sadness that the cold brought him.
The creature protested with a loud, catlike roar, and Renathan stared down sadly at it. "Boyo, you can just calm right down. You have to be bundled up you know." He knew that he should just turn back around and bring the creature home, but he wanted a moment to stand here and catch his breath before he made his way back home. He sort of wished he'd brought his equillion mount. The idea had been that the chiryma would one day be a mount, but it never really would happen now, would it? It would be nearly cruel for him to even hope of it, or think of it, now that he'd done this to the tiny creature. This was his fault, after all. As soon as that thought crossed his mind, Lisle made the catlike roar again, as if in protest of his negative thought. The creature was fixing him in a glare that just about said 'Don't pity me' in the most obvious way Renathan could even consider a creature would make.
Renathan stared down at the chiryma for a moment, appraising the look on it's face as it challenged him, as if to say 'don't you dare make any more depressing thoughts damnit'. Renathan knew he was most likely humanizing the creature, but he was sure of that facial expression, it was nearly unmistakable, as if the creature had somehow learned from himself even though Renathan held his face behind a mask almost all the time. Renathan wondered how this creature was able to really closely mirror it, or perhaps it was a coincidence... That was when Renathan had an idea; a possibly terrible, or grand, idea. One or the other, not both, never both. Renathan swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. He had two sets of the objects that allowed a creature to become sentient, and to speak... He wondered quietly if this would be an appropriate use of them, to be able to understand this creature, to be able to work out those differences...
That was a horrid, selfish thought, Renathan figured. He had tried it before, giving the gift of thought to his wiurn, and it had been thrust back into his face. He felt terrible about cursing her with the curse of thought. Renathan hadn't had the heart to try it again, despite the fact that it would be useful with some creatures. He didn't want to cause any more issues with them, but this creature was already uncanny, and there had been the moment of the attack that had somehow forged this bond in the necessary blood. Renathan stared emptily down at the bundled-up chiryma chick, wondering if he could ever really, truly, make up for the damage he'd caused. This creature did not deserve this; but it did deserve his best attempts at understand, and at making it right. Renathan did know, however, that the creature would need to be trained very well before they tested his latest theory; and that would give him time to decide whether or not it was necessary...
The chocolate-colored chiryma chick look up at Renathan searchingly for a moment before melting his expression into distaste again, or at least that was what it looked like to Renathan. Well, for all Renathan knew it could just be a side effect of the horrible damage to it's leg, some kind of pain response or something. Renathan shook his head slightly, and stood up. He knew that they needed to make it back home. They'd come back whenever it got a little warmer, since he didn't want to cause the creature any more pain in it's leg than had to absolutely be there regardless, so he kept the creature carefully wrapped up and held against his chest to keep it warm. He began walking on the way home, pausing only to get the creature into a more comfortable position than he obviously had only after it complained at him. Perhaps due to requirement, the creature was learning how to 'converse' with him in his own way.
It was much warmer a couple of weeks later. Renathan decided that today was the day that he needed to train something else very important to the small creature with the horrid limp, before it got any larger. The ability to shake off fear during a battle was very important, and though he didn't plan to make the creature endure battles, he didn't want the creature to have any issues if they did run into trouble in the future. Renathan had brought several different creatures and placed them in corrals around the training area he had selected that day earlier in the morning. Then, he picked up the chiryma, who was now getting quite a bit larger; his first molt loomed on the horizon certainly. Renathan then brought the creature to the area, feeling a bit bad. However, he had worked on this training bit previously enough to know that it was more useful than the trouble, and that creatures were often much less scared for the rest of their life if orientated with dangerous creatures early on.
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Renathan hoped that the tiny pain-in-the-butt creature would take to this well instead of being completely horrified; there was always the chance of a creature being frightened to death during these kinds of training, but since chiryma were apparently some kind of hunting, meat-eating predator thing Renathan had a good feeling that this would be fine altogether. Still, he liked to have a veterinarian here just in case, to monitor the work, so he had one called in. After checking out the creature's leg and making sure that it was well enough to go through with the ordeal, Renathan hopped the coral that he had lead Shy Guy to that morning, in order to expose the chiryma to a scary creature that Renathan knew could be of no danger to them at first. Lisle didn't suspect anything quite yet, but as soon as they made it to the sleeping form of Shy Guy, the passive intimidation of being around such a huge critter was making the chiryma shake.
 - [Using Shy Guy's intimidation for this- Shy Guy is gaining no levels]
Renathan was a bit glad that Shy Guy was asleep right now, so that Lisle could be shown that just because the creature was scary didn't mean that he was immediately in danger. That was the first step, then they would move on to a more aggressive creature. Renathan liked to do this in three stages, with an increase in aggression each time, after all. Renathan put Lisle on the ground near him, between him and the equillion. Shy Guy was used to being around smaller critters, so Renathan was not too worried about whether or not the creature may wake. Lisle shivered there, even in the nice warm morning of earliest spring, staring at the big creature with determined eyes. Shy Guy was easily the size of a shire horse and definitely smelled of the meat he was fed. The tiny Chiryma seemed to be doing pretty well, until Renathan tried to push him forward a bit, gently suggesting with his hands. The Chiryma refused to budge and closer to the massive creature.
Renathan knew that this was absolutely tantamount to the creature's well-being on future excursions, and even really on the farm. If he did allow the creature to start roaming the farm like some of his other larger, safer creatures, this would be important to keep him safe despite his horrible limp. Renathan did have many very intimidating monsters on his property, even if most were very well behaved. Renathan kept his creatures well-fed enough to keep them from taking pot-shots at one another within reason. He still separated most of them. Renathan waits for a moment, petting Lisle a bit comfortingly, even though the creature seemed absent-minded and ignored him mostly. After a few minutes, the chiryma loosened up a bit, and Renathan coaxed the tiny chiryma forward. The chocolate-colored bird did indeed go forward, but only after snapping at Renathan's hand in an annoyed fashion. Renathan tried to think soothing thoughts, and then brave thoughts, wondering if that might help with the whole chiryma mind reading thing that he didn't quite understand yet.
The chiryma did seem to get a bit more confident after that. The small creature takes a few halting steps in front of the big scary equillion, and then he began moving to the best of his ability around the creature, checking him out. The tail was especially interesting to the curious creature, Renathan had to stop him from snapping at Shy Guy's tail and waking him up. Renathan was pleased with the chiryma's lack of fear now that he was used to Shy Guy, and he left, bringing the creature to be checked out by the Vet. After being cleared with great marks, Renathan took the argumentative little creature to the next area; which held the next frightening creature; a pure white wiurn that was curled up asleep in a large cage. Renathan did tend to transport her in such a way since she was so dangerous, but she preferred to sleep since she was well fed. Renathan could feel the tiny chiryma shaking; since this creature not only smelled of meat but also had huge visible teeth.
Renathan was quite a bit nervous around this creature sometimes, when she was hungry or in a foul mood, she seemed to remember that she didn't like him much for some reason, though there was definitely lack of knowledge on her end as to why, he knew. However, he steeled his mind and made himself very brave about her, taking the chiryma very close to the cage quicker this time than he had when he took the chiryma to see Shy Guy. He wanted to prove that the creature shouldn't be too afraid to move. Then, Renathan touched the cage itself, before petting the chiryma. The chiryma was already not shaking as much as it was previously, staring at the wiurn with quite a bit of determination in his eyes. Renathan let a swell of pride flow through him. The creature was getting this quite a bit. Renathan was pleased to see the chiryma begin to swell up a bit in the chest area.
Renathan was, however, shocked when the growing chocolate chiryma chick roared at the wiurn, waking her up from her nap. Renathan glanced down at the creature shockedly, and the wiurn actually did as well, opening up one ruby-colored eye and flashing her teeth boredly. Renathan was glad that the chiryma was really too small a morsel for the huge white wiurn. The chiryma was definitely intimidated, but seemed to be fighting to break out of it; which was very good. They were making great progress today! Renathan didn't back up, allowing the chiryma to catch his bearings and then Renathan was a little less surprised this time when the tiny creature roared yet again, sounding like a little miniature lion or something of that nature. The wiurn was not impressed, and raised up, yawning. The yawn itself was quite scary; with such a wide mouth gape. The chiryma stared into the abyss of it, and if he was afraid, he didn't show it. Just as bravely as he had shown in the mines, the chiryma was no longer shaking at all.
Renathan allowed the chiryma to go back and forth with the wiurn, since the wiurn was used to this kind of thing (especially with Auburn in the past) and typically was uninterested in eating tiny birds and the like. The wiurn would open it's mouth and exhale, and the chiryma would snap and roar at the creature. Renathan kind of thought it was cute, though the knowledge that the wiurn could definitely eat the chiryma if it felt like it if it was not in a cage was always kind of breathing down his neck. Eventually, the sleepy wiurn grows bored of the chiryma and Renathan, and since she was well fed stopped paying any attention to them and went back to sleep. The chiryma seemed a bit upset that there was nothing responding to his rawrs and puffing up display, so Renathan went back to get the creature checked back out by the vet.
The vet, looking quite bored and tired standing in the dewy grass of the park in the morning, checked out the creature quickly and then sent Renathan and Lisle on their way to the last of the creatures this morning that Renathan would work on resisting intimidating creatures with the creature on. Renathan had done this so many times before that it was almost boring to train it again, but he wanted to make sure that the creature would be safe in any future encounters, and this was one of the puzzle pieces that had to be part of the ensemble. Renathan trotted over to the third creature in the set, careful to keep the chiryma's leg in a good position, and then he slid under the corral. The final creature was also arguably his most aggressive; Daughter of Wands. He generally left her at the farm to deal with the rest of the sarane and keep them in line, but today she was needed for her decent self control.
Fiera Ferella: I picked mine because ive always wanted to write an amphadron tbh. :0 I'm eager to see how it'll turn out!
Jul 11, 2020 22:00:43 GMT -6
Riku: Oh, I see what you mean now, Nerius. Dang...that’s a good point. How do we get around it? Naturally we will look at the opponent’s stats - which can’t be done IC. Hm.
Jul 11, 2020 14:30:04 GMT -6
Èdan: Not necessarily, there's stuff that can affect a foe's aim in the same turn
Jul 11, 2020 8:51:23 GMT -6
Nerius: The lack of suspense. I slogged through them all for the points, but it got super tedious to write. (This isn't specific to mosca, just a general 'why I'm eh on this tourny'.)
Jul 11, 2020 6:40:13 GMT -6
Nerius: And it's not about "winning", rather I was referring to the disaster that was my attempt at the petite tournament. And how one glance at the stats made me go 'yep, gonna loose this one', and be proven right in every single round. It's not the loss, but..
Jul 11, 2020 6:39:31 GMT -6
Nerius: Yes, the dreaded auto-hit or auto-miss can strike at any time, but what I mean is the only way a mosca is loosing is if there's a un/lucky dice roll.
Jul 11, 2020 6:36:02 GMT -6
Èdan: Don't forget there's moves and abilities that halve dex or affect the opponent's aim. Not to mention, never underestimate the cruelty of a natural 1
Jul 11, 2020 6:16:47 GMT -6
Riku: High dex can miss. I had an unbroken brown who won like three fights by sheer luck of the enemy missing over and over. Lol Besides, not to be cliche, but...it’s not all about winning. You can come in second place and still get 23 pit points.
Jul 11, 2020 0:48:50 GMT -6
Jack: Don't forget to PM me your intent if you're entering! I need to know before training!
Jul 10, 2020 17:29:29 GMT -6
Fanged: I'll be going with a huntress mosca build I have in mind.
Jul 10, 2020 17:12:28 GMT -6
Xentus: I'm the one who's entering fully intending to utilize the 9 dex flighty mosca. Curious to find what might beat it
Jul 10, 2020 17:07:55 GMT -6
Flare: In opinion, I have a kakum baakir set aside for Flare's usage, but I've never worked with it. It'll be a new species to work with. Just because soemone enters a 9 dex creature doesn't 100% mean they'll win.
Jul 10, 2020 17:04:42 GMT -6
Nerius: Would use one myself, but I don't want to waste a re-growth on something I'll never do anything with outside this tournament, especially since there's no guarantee there will be enough people for it to run.
Jul 10, 2020 15:53:52 GMT -6
Nerius: I was looking at the stats of the creatures that could be entered, when it was first announced. Someone enters a flighty mosca? They're going to win. There's nothing that can move faster, and nothing that can survive a hit from wing buff while in flight
Jul 10, 2020 15:52:37 GMT -6
Nerius: I've considered it, as I do want the pit points, but I dunno. My last attempt at tournament rush training uh, did not go well *coughwhiptailcough*. Plus I suspect someone's going to enter a mosca and basically auto-win.
Jul 10, 2020 15:49:29 GMT -6
Riku: Hopefully more people do. Counting myself, I think there’s only 4 right now. 🤔
Jul 9, 2020 17:21:27 GMT -6
Flare: I'm gonna enter
Jul 9, 2020 14:48:47 GMT -6