Gym Training - Lethalia May 13, 2019 16:31:59 GMT -6
Post by Lethalia on May 13, 2019 16:31:59 GMT -6
Holding up the large pulling collar for Vidarr, Lethalia approaches the drake to see if it looked like it would fit. There were others she could have used - the gym's appeal is that it can outfit any kind of creature that wants to train, after all! - but this one looks good enough. |You're not quite lazy enough to be thundergug sized, at least,| she ribs as Vidarr sniffs the contraption, snorting at the smell of musty leather and conditioners. |You just have to put your head in it...| He'd barely made a move, staring down his owner like she was crazy. Do what now? "Lay down, and put your head down,| the woman directs, clearly not interested in battling for his cooperation anymore. This was happening, it was too important not to.
Vidarr's nostrils let out a puff of air not unlike a complaint with how quickly he collapses to the ground, much harder than necessary even if it didn't really prove any point. Allowing his fit to play out however he was going to do it, Lethalia just waits for him to stretch his neck over to where she walked in front of his with the collar proffered out. It's in a demand more than a suggestion the way she holds it out to him. It's gingerly lifted over his face and horns, settling it to rest on the base of his neck. It would definitely work, and even had a generous amount of lining so it molded to his shape. Not a bad solution instead of having to get a custom fit, especially for an extra-large oddly shaped creature. She supposed innovation like this, though simple, is pretty important for servicing the labs. Who knew what manner of monster would be at the end of someone's leash? The possibilities were limitless.
She rather liked how 'limited' and real her sarane were, quite frankly. The alternatives intimidated her, always had.
Stooping to gather the girth strap, that too goes around Vidarr, though it takes the woman a second to decide where it would go. In front of the wings or behind them? She decides to go with in front of his wings, since behind him would be far too low on the belly to be of any assistance in guiding the poles of the wagon. Alright, this setup is quite a lot more minimal than what she's used to, but what the contraption is lacking in parts it won't be lacking in functionality, which is what really mattered here. It was a little curious that Vidarr didn't make a peep while she set out to tacking him up, even as his barrel twitched with the barest hint of being ticklish. Lethalia looks up and catches his searching eye, but he doesn't flinch away as if he'd been caught.
|Uncomfy,| he whines at last, only succeeding in bringing his owner's smile back. Was that really the best resistance he can come up with at the time? Sometimes he was just too obvious, but it had become an endearing trait. And hey, it meant all couldn't be too bad if he was unable to come up with a real complaint.
|I think you're going to be a lot uncomfy soon,| Lethalia returns, dragging an empty cart up to behind Vidarr and dropping the poles on either side of him. Each pole has a chain trace attached to the end, one of which she picks up to drag the cart into position, feeding the chain through a loop on the girth and clipping onto a loop on the collar, which would be the weight-bearing part. She drifts to Vidarr's other side to repeat the motion, all the while debating the possibility of actually training him to pull a cart.
Better yet, he could fly with her shopping! The satyr hums to herself while she works, allowing herself to find enjoyment in the odd turns the path of her thoughts took her on. Somehow though, this is one idea she's pretty sure the drake would never get behind.
But what was remarkable that happened, was that she had Vidarr fully hooked up to his cart! In significantly less time than she'd expected, and less argument. She's not sure how to expect him to progress through their training today, but it's not looking bad so far! Anything has to be better than fainting at the gym again, so this time was definitely taking on a more positive inclination.
|It's going to be a lot like last time,| she informs the drake, pointing out a track meant for the wagon, adjacent to where it was kept locked up. It was much like the last, but this was a turf track. It likely mired down the wagon wheels less than soft churned dirt or sand would, and if a creature fell it was much softer of a landing than gravel would be. It looked nice to her anyway.
To his credit, usually Vidarr gets upset or violent when he doesn't understand what to do. This time, he just... stands there, as stalk-still as he possibly can. It's not that the situation scares him like some prey animal, but he just can't interpret any of the tools he was just bucked down with. A wooden dummy made to look like an enemy, that sort of made sense. Those jumps and poles for weaving were bizarre, and looked more like something a fleeting herbivore would use more, but once he used them they made sense. The saddle kept his rider stuck to him, lest she get clumsy and fall out of the air like an amateur.
This? This made no sense whatsoever. Was this contraption going to hold him back or something? There was something around his neck, which he's not quite sure what is going to do once he starts moving with it. If it's going to tighten around him or anything like that, they were about to have a really bad time.
Vidarr lv|100.3 ly|72.3
stamina|3 word total|2964
stamina|3 word total|2964