This made sense; as per he'd heard, some creatures were very lone wolf by nature. Perhaps the scatter would integrate with the pachee. Long as it didn't try to eat Castor, or the other way around, the status quo of eat or be eaten would stay the same. Castor the dragonoak came the closest to Flare having a meat eating beast. At least he only seemed interested in eating worms. Cooked worms. The scatter raised itself up on tiny spindly legs, more similar to a rat then a cat. The most cat-thing he'd seen in this city came with a very fluffy thing called a 'lazaru'. Locking an orbaru and a mosca (a cat per the artificer who made his barrel bed) in a room produced a cat-rabbit with more rolly polly cat appearance. It did have long lean limbs, but too rolly polly. The scatter sniffs the air, holding tiny little paws close to their chest. 63 13.20
Flare could see the eyes of a number of hidden pachee watching the newcomer creature. It wasn't fluffy like the cat-rabbit thing that seemed to be kept on the other side of the fence, for as much as he could. Leaf, brown, green... must be a pachee? Looked weird for a pachee. Likewise, the scatter can smell the pachee more prominantly now. One must be making a sweet smell, either by accident or by purpose to lure the creature closer for a better look. Very curious, Flare doesn't move from his spot, keeping his breath quiet and his movements minimal. An occasional shift, because he wasn't sure how the pride of pachee would take to a strange creature that wasn't Monarch or Castor. Lets see... The scatter does not walk like a rabbit, with little hops, but more like a cat. Carefully, almost picking heir way over to the bushes. 64 14.20
there's a small scuffle inside the bush before a brown pachee, a bit bigger t hen the rest, comes out. He's picking a few twigs out of his fur...hair? Flicking them away and givign the bush a bit of a distasteful look. Leaders aren't shoved out first to examine the newcomer, the others are shoved out first. What nonsense, the cowards. They were much too shy to be considered 'of blood'. He smoothes his coat a bit, and gives the scatter, surprised by the sudden appearance. Odd looking pachee, thats for sure. He raises up on his paws, and sniffs the creature a bit. Flat little nose nearly snuffling in the scatter's ear. So strange smelling! Looking around it, the pachee saw the tail. Not segmented? How to slap? He backs up, giving the new thing some space and showing his own tail. Looking very prominantly at his own tail, then back at the stranger's tail. What about my tail. The scatter watches the brown mouthless thing look back and forth between their tails. Scatter tails were very delicate, for fruiting and for blooming and for leafing. Not to mention the little growths that were budding at the tip of the tail. 65 1/4 15.20
Where does the pollen go? Did it make pollen to get females? Pak had a million wonders about this strange and leafy new creature. Had a tree leaf on its tail, growing there? The tail looked much too weak to be slappable. His own tail waves, then he slaps it lightly on the ground, scattering pollen. Just seems to be able to pollinate everywhere. Another scuffle in the bush, the females never took to his pollen here in the garden. Didn't know why either. What would the scatter's reaction be to this unusual display? Now that it would be seen in action, the other 'not-scatter''s tail was flat, and leafed, and segmented. Very odd. Even with little yellow hairs sprouting off it. Was this not scatter sick? No, now it was slapping the tail on the ground. Scattering yellow fuzz into the air. It settles without wind to carry it about, landing on the ground, the pachee and the scatter. How... how very odd. Looking back at its own tail, the look just isn't very slappable. Instead, opting to wave it a bit like a flag. Nothing doing here. Couldn't slap easy. Might hurt. Very very unusual little creature. 66 16.20
As he watched Pak interact with the newcoming leaf scatter thing, Flare had an express feeling of relief. Relief that they weren't going to immediately go feral and start fighting each other. He wasn't even sure the pachee could defend himself without claws. He had little root claws, but not... not claws. He wasn't ready to have to start breaking up any fights further. Pak seemed to have a good attempt at keeping his offspring and not offspring in line, only around him it seemed. Still a bit slap happy, but the pollen seemed less prolific now that the cold season seemed to be setting in. What would happen when winter hit? Cold seasons didn't really effect the desert; cold nights got colder, hot days were less hot, and that seemed to be about it. The merchantile brought different goods based on the season, especially foodwise. Food did not grow much during the winter. Pethia had a milder climate then the heat he was used to, what he was born in. But it did get cold. One positive of being a ssashirk, he didn't get cold too easily, running hot blooded. The leaf scatter waited a few before the pachee circled him, still investigating. 67 17.20
No longer worried, the drake started to putter about his garden, allowing the leaf scatter to acclimatize. He didn't want to start trying to handle the creature while it seemed uneased about where it was. However, integration into the garden would be good. The pachee, at least Pak appeared to be accepting of the cat-mouse-thing. Even with having several plant-creatures in his care, it stood tor eason that placing them as creatures, like a dog or a cat or a sarane or a horse or ox that felt hard to do. They 'weren't' those creatures. But resembled them. Resembled them and acted like t hem, but did not eat the same. The dragonoak was the only thing eating something he could see it eating, worms. Worms were farmable. The pachee liked berries and grasses, mushing them up with their tail and stuffing their paws in to suck it up in those root claw paws. What did the leaf scatter eat? Was that something he could learn about? The old woman must've mentioned it... had to think. Pak seems satisfied with the newcomer; not pachee wasn't a threat; was new and good. He pats his tail lightly against the scatter's tail. 68 18.20
add One post to count over from tapa garden The pachee tail is a very strong slappy thing. The scatter is familiar with brown pachee. But this one has yellow hairs sprouting off the tail, and no mouth on its face. Was this a male? The nice old woman who took care of the scatter not a few ago had only females; female shad no hairs on their tails and a mouth on the forehead. The mouth only opened when in season. Or just to taunt those who didn't have eyes. Curious now, the scatter stands up a bit taller, trying to reach and feel the male's forehead. No mouth there?! Was it closed? No, it would be seen. The females just had the little eyelet mouth. between the eyes of all things. It points at the pachee's face, then at its own forehead, opening and closing its own little mouth. Wha...OH The pachee turns away, and goes into the bush. Did the scatter do wrong? Nope! Just drags out another pachee by the paw. A white one, and definitely female. Had the mouth on the face. The scatter looks between the two.... ok, so this brown one was the male. The white one wiggles out of the brown's grip and scampers away. 70 2/5, 9/12 20.20 lv 52 Flare
He let a few days go by, allowing the leaf scatter... the cat-mouse-fluffy tail thing he couldnt' remember get used to their new home. The pachee and the leaf scatter got along well enough and this helped Flare's nerves. The pachee essentially had the garden mostly to themselves during the daytime. The mjusi kept to itself, Monarch kept to his burrow and Castor... well acted himself. Lazy. Maybe he just didn't like the cold weather, because he always sunbathed most of the day then went back to sleep. Trees did go dormant during the winter. Would the dragonoak do the same? Something Flare did notice was the leaf scatter's interest in eating nuts. Had taken one of the berries growing low to the ground, tried it, and tossed it away while spitting out what had been in its mouth. Too sour per chance? Hm. What about a nut. One of the special nuts he had for 'training treats' as Jak called them. If this leaf scatter ate wood, he'd have a problem with that. Mental image of the bonsai chewed to nothing. To remedy this, he'd at least give the creature a chance to try and figure out the difference between eating sticks and eating nuts. Nuts good, wood no good. Don't eat that start 71 1.20
The twig he picked for the use of this had a nutty smell to its bark. Perhaps the oak would put off good acorns this year. Too bad it wasn't constant. Or he'd have baby saplings everywhere. This wasn't a part of the garden the leaf scatter tried to go explore. The dirt was... too tamped down here. Like something big stomped around on it, making it too flat for digging. Would have to work very hard to bury any nuts. But there, could be smelled. A nutty twig, and a nut? Not unlike a nut it had found previously. This nut shone in the light when the leaf scatter approached it, sniffing the new thing. The twig smelled very nutty in comparison. The little scatter picks up the twig, examines it, even sniffing it. Wow, what a smell. But a shadow is leaning over close by. Cautious suddenly, the creature looks over and sees big monster feet. The giant was there. Watching. Staring. Uh, eek? 72 2.20
The little scatter had people experience to a point; the old human who came and fed them, gave pats and love, something sort of like socialization, but nothing truly attached. Humans passing through of many size, many shape, many color, many many, to look and to mostly buy from other place. Not so much scatters friends and other creatures. The old human did not train them whatsoever. So the giant just watching like this... is pretty unnerving. What? What did it want? It's reaching, reaching... and takes hold of the twig in its large predatory hands. Gives a little pull, and takes it away. Wait, why? The stick is gone now, the twig. Whichever. It picks up the nut now, but doesn't initially take it away. Now there are multiple nuts; do giants grow nuts on them? Like trees? Now it extends a large clawed predator paw... with multiple nuts inside. Like a bigger nut...? Oooh 73 3.20
Finally, the giant's 'bigger nut' reveals a shiny one, and leaves it for the scatter to take. At first the scatter is unsure; first the wood is stolen, then the nut is stolen, now returned? It watches the big fiery colored giant, who backs off a bit. Reaching carefully for the nut, taking hold, and scampering off a bit. Not 'away', the scatter isn't that afraid of people. Surprised to be brought back by one who smells of earth and scratchy earth? Yes. Afraid? Not really. The giant makes no move to steal the nut back, so the scatter goes to work on eating it. Such deliciousness, its never tasted in a nut. What were these? This might not be the best way of going about it. He should be asking questions on how to take care of these cat-mouse-things. Would Jak or Darkee know? Flare didn't know offhand if he possessed any chew toys to dissuade eating wood. 74 4.20
From Chewy.com It took a number of tries before finding someone who had actually trained something rodent-like to give him a straight answer. 'Use natural choices besides wood'. they told him. The shops weren't helpful on stocking rodent enrichment short of sticks and Flare specifically didn't want his leaf scatter eating twigs and trunks. 'They aren't beaver creatures, you're worrying too much.' Someone else mentioned. 'Nobody trains their garden pest-er-pets.' several people told him. 'They prefer something that can protect their butts in these trying times.' That particular comment didn't sit too well with the ssashirk as he carried back the choice of enrichment he'd finally found after much foraging of spoken word to people. It was a woven toy made of rope fibers. Or leaf fibers, he wasn't quite sure which. The object hung off something, usually against a wall or a cage door, and could have treats hidden inside. Perfectly shreddable for both birds and rodents. It was... not exactly what he had in mind, but rope wasn't wood, so Flare decided to try it. After all, he had no experience in training a squirrel. As for where to put it in for the leaf scatter, he'd pin the hanging portion under a rock and suspend the object off the ground but away from the bonsai pots. 75 3/6 5.20
To reward the scatter when they ignore wood and go for something else, that was his goal. That is his goal. Would be his goal. The rope and leaf fiber toy had bright colors, resembling a tropical fruit he'd seen as a child. There were spikes all over the fruit itself, and a leafy head sprouting from the top. The merchant cut the fruit apart before a bewildered crowd's eyes, showing the inside to be a rich golden yellow, and served portions to his crowd. Very sweet, with a bite of tart. What was this fruit? ...oh yes, a ffineaffffle. The biggest surprise was that it grew on the ground like a vegetable, not in a tree as most fruit did. Did not like the dry heat of the desert though, which made that merchant's visits all the more popular with their fruits and wares. With the object cradled in one hand, a few fallen acorns in the other, Flare notched a few acorns inside the toy, hiding them from most of the view. If his idea went well, the scatter would be looking to play with this thing and maybe a few otehr toys rather then wood. Or just put metal around the plants. The scatter could climb with no issues at all. Finished with the task, Flare hung the toy up, and set out the twig and the nut again, around the same place. If the scatter went for the twig, he'd take it, and encourage towards the toy instead. 76 6.20
Silver: I'm so glad! I really want people to feel like they can 'do stuff' with their sentient pets, and Draconics especially! I'm excited to see what you guys come up with. :3
Jan 17, 2021 17:59:39 GMT -6
Morgan: I like the update overall.
Jan 17, 2021 17:51:56 GMT -6
Morgan: I'm legit so happy now that draconics will basically be able to communicate in draconic instead of being completely unable to communicate from birth unless classically trained or 7+ intelligence. It was so weird to try to do story breedings like that.
Jan 17, 2021 17:51:21 GMT -6
Riku: I hope things work smoothly for you, Jack. <3 // The new update looks awesome.
Jan 17, 2021 10:58:47 GMT -6
Jack: Thanks for sticking with us!
Jan 16, 2021 20:33:33 GMT -6
Jack: So for those of you not on the Discord, I would like to say I'm still around, just not as much. Had to quit my job to watch the kids, opened an Etsy shop, and I'm trying to just keep things rolling through my current bad depression.
Jan 16, 2021 20:33:29 GMT -6
Riku: I am doing well. I also hope everyone else is doing well! <3
Jan 10, 2021 13:32:14 GMT -6
Morgan: I hope everyone is doing well. c:
Jan 9, 2021 15:20:41 GMT -6