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Post by Nadia on Oct 23, 2020 11:38:18 GMT -6
Boy, there's a lot of weeds trying to poke up in this corner. Be careful they don't spread too far!
[Nothing happens.]
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Post by Flare on Mar 7, 2021 11:01:22 GMT -6
The fall had gone, so had winter. Spring's buds were just coming up now. and with that, SO MANY BIRDS. GOOD GOD. More then once a day Flare walked into his garden to find tiny feathery menaces feasting on any berries left over from winter in the garden. Because something had to have fruited, it had to. Grendel kept pouncing out of the underbrush whenever she found a bird nearby, but their fast movements occasionally caught her by surprise. It wasn't nearly as bad as before, but still harsh on the noise. The crows never left after all. BARK BARK! The houlou swiped at the birds with her paws. They were near her master's territory! Go away birds, go! The birds squawk and fly away, trying to escape the puppy with a prey drive, who had more then enough energy to catch them if they made a wrong turn. To catch them only though. 154 x.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 7, 2021 11:06:09 GMT -6
The feather duster long abandoned, he let her go after the birds. After all, there were more birds in the world and a few songbirds short wasn't going to be the worst thing. If she could catch them. A few of the larger black birds started to swarm her, beating their wings against air and making loud noises. Not gonna happen. A handful of pebbles in his palm, the earthen humanish shot a pebble at one of the menacing black birds. It screeched when impacted by the pebble, distracted. Only to be pounced on by an unhappy puppy, her teeth on its wing. Its leg! AQUAAAAAWK! Flare shot another pebble at the other bird. This one, more cowardly now that its friend was caught, flapped away with its life in priority. and its feathering. Doing the 'ferocious puppy', the houlou growled at the bird's face, both large paws planted on both wings so it couldn't escape. All it could do was kick and screech. Maybe she wasn't nearly as afraid, but she'd not been worked with against loud noises like Percy had. and his issue with birds. -flare casts angry pebbles unknowingly, 2 earth mp- -end sudden movements, again- 155 x.20
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Post by Flare on Jun 4, 2021 7:19:24 GMT -6
He was surprised honestly to not find an official notice attached to his garden gate as a result of the branch bird's behavior. It was loud and raucous, making all the dreaded noises a crow would. Not that Flare disliked birds, but he'd said he wasn't interested in 'owning' a bird. But this was... not a...bird. Specifically? It was a plant that acted like a bird? Looked like a bird? With a taste for live mice and for nipping shiny buttons. Which he'd checked his few articles of clothing for any buttons specifically after that terrifying experience. Now its not terrifying for Kitufe, because they'd just gotten a free meal out of being an ass. Repeatedly preening their 'beak' through long leafy fronds that could be called feathers. Occasionally making strange clicky noises. It also acted like a chicken sometimes, pecking the ground. Those feet could do some damage. 156 87 1.20
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Post by Nadia on Jun 5, 2021 10:32:10 GMT -6
When busy gardening, you notice small bumpy things all over some of your plants... what... are those things anyway? Upon closer inspection, you realize they are aphids. Lots and lots of aphids sucking the life from your plants and plant-pets. Bother, does anything go right around here? You'll have to spend all day getting rid of them, and your pets are upset!
(all plant-pets currently with you loose 1 point of loyalty immediately)
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Post by Flare on Jun 8, 2021 5:22:20 GMT -6
The sad case of bringing in new plants with you to the garden from others, they can carry disease. The repeated preening of their fronds, the raucous behavior... he had a reason now. The branch bird had a case of aphids. Little bumps all over the barky feathers, under the feathers... and he hauled the bird right out of the garden without warning. Making muttered words of desert language about aphids as he sat on a rock, the bird tied up like some kind of obscene turkey by both legs, both wings and its head so Kitufe wouldn't move around on him, but wouldn't hang itself by accident for a simple sling around its neck. Where as he sat, a small bunch of flowers burst up from the ground to try and tempt the aphids away from the trussed branch bird. It squawked and tried to bite itself free, but that doesn't work. 157 x.20
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Post by Flare on Jun 8, 2021 5:26:37 GMT -6
He wasn't stupid enough to let the creature wander around the garden with a case of aphids. If one started crawling on his paler then coffee latte skin, it got squished. Bug guts were a fact of life, and he'd wash after this gross and less then endearing job was over with. A steaming bowl of some strong smelling liquid sat by his foot, away from kicking range of the branch bird. Each aphid met a steaming death of liquid impact. Slowly, the pile of tiny cooked insects looked less like dandruff on water surface and became more of oatmeal on water surface. Do they swell when they die? A pair of sharp tweezers in his hands, the humanish has steady and unerring hands as he gets in close, checking under each portion of bark and feather frond. Flare did not want a case of aphids in his garden. This wasn't going to be an all day job. 158 x.20
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Post by Flare on Jun 8, 2021 5:31:37 GMT -6
This was going to be a multi-day job. Kitufe made noises of discontent of having themselves handled like this. But handling by strange tailed human who smells of earth and sand vs picking all these aphids off and eating them one by one and missing enough to have an infestation... the handling will have to be done. Little green eyes peered from its barky face as the fire consuming its head continued to work ceaselessly. He'd stop and take drinks, but that was it. At least the branch raptor had the ability to take in sunshine while being trussed. Finally, he sits back, tired. He needed a nap from all this crouching near on his knees. How ironic, he wasn't old enough yet in years to have back problems. But his muscles protested the movements of sitting up straight again, and getting up to stretch out the muscles in question. Made his good leg ache. 159 x.20
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Post by Flare on Jun 8, 2021 5:35:57 GMT -6
He released Kitufe's head from the makeshift sling but wasn't about to let them roam free until he was positive the aphids were all gone. He also didn't pat the creature like he would his dogs. The branch bird had more then enough reason to dislike him for holding them back, but here's the issue; how can you like someone yet dislike someone who helps you? Aid from an enemy? He wasn't an enemy. An annoyance who had let Kitufe eat as many mice as they wished. But took back shiny button. Was that enough to warrant dislike for removal of aphids? The branch bird may be 'smart' for a plant, but not smart in terms of the mind of friend or enemy. It squawks when the human with a tail returns and gives them a generous spraying with a water can. Hey! What're you up to! The water's reaching deeper then the tweezers! 160 87 16.20
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Post by Nadia on Jun 8, 2021 7:53:15 GMT -6
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Post by Flare on Mar 26, 2022 13:53:53 GMT -6
Recently, the weather took a turn for the stormier. Unlike living in the desert, where the sandy landscape greedily drinks in the water that plummets from the sky, Soil doesn't draw in water nearly as fast unless it is heat parched. Every few days another bout of wind kicks up from another direction, bringing in clouds from the west, crowding them together until the sun and blueness of the sky above is blocked by a squirming mass of gray sky cotton. More then once this month, Flare woke up to his tent roof dripping, sinking ominously under the weight of the water. A generous poke upwards of his staff, walking stick, cane, regardless, splashed water upon the already wet ground, splattering him and his wooden chest with mud. Living in a tent didn't work nearly as well when the rainy season came about. At least it didn't snow often. He heard hissing. the flapping of wet leaves. 161 87 17.20 (check your levels) DPWZGS4X
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Post by Flare on Mar 26, 2022 14:02:30 GMT -6
Beside him, the subtle snores of his dragondog partner, at ease in rest in the smaller barrel. Lucky for Flare, his barrel had a little flap of sorts to keep the water out as often. If he didn't poke it open with letting his tail stick out. Mud isn't an easy removal from pants, is it. Its early enough right now that the sun hasn't started at least trying to shine through the crying clouds. another hiss, another movement of wet leaves, before his attention directs outward of the tent. It stood there, dripping water and mud, yellow eyes illuminated by the weak flickering of a lantern that gave him the only light at night, except it wasn't for him. Flare's vision is perfectly good at night. Rubbing his eyes, he squints beyond the veil of moderately heavy rain. 'I recognize that profile...' Something stamps undercover, looking like a drowned rat. Or tree. 162 87 18.20 JhLBg6Bg
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Post by Flare on Mar 27, 2022 4:43:23 GMT -6
In his head, the plant creatures loved the rain and would enjoy being wet to soak up the water. So seeing the rather wet and plotting murder with his eyes dragonoak lumbers in out of the rain into his tent, having vaulted the fence somehow? He regards the plant dragon, dripping water and mud inside the dryness of his own space, as it regards him back. Water ran rivulets down the plant dragon's face, dripping off his snout, the tips of his branch horn crown. Irregard for the invasion of space, for who cared if the gardener had space, the dragon stares him down. Having a few towels would be smart, but if he offered to dry the creature off, would Castor let him. Flare reaches for a small pouch of nibbles he usually reserves for the dogs. More then once, he's seen Castor eating worms, so protein isn't off of his 'eating' list. 163 87 19.20fFP5yGwb
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Post by Flare on Mar 27, 2022 5:05:49 GMT -6
He's more pissed on being wet then anything else, and SOMETHING decided to fill his tree hollow lair full of water from the sky. Castor does not normally have issues with water. However waking up with it lapping at his belly is another thing entirely. Unlike the rest of the creatures who had other knotholes and such to hide in, that did not curl downwards but since when do plant creatures have an idea on direction, his lair filled fast with water, soaked it up, and became mud. The mud is cold, wet, squishy and COLD. He doesn't like cold. The drake doesn't move for a few more minutes before the human drake moves slowly, drawing out something that he kept rubbing on his head every now and then. how did he know this? Dogs talk. Specifically boney dogs talk. a lot. and fro some reason, they love to damn gossip. 164 87 20.20 lv up? (I really need to count my levels)
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Post by Yang on Mar 27, 2022 12:04:02 GMT -6
Something peaks from the grass...
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