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Post by Amelia on Dec 13, 2017 19:24:19 GMT -6
Who is Here Cunning: 3 Animal Average Top Speed: 35 mph, 35 mph (flying) Special Requirements: None Size Chart: 6 Power Levels: 6 Notes: Loyalty 15 (to tame) Stamina: 14 Strength: 8 Resistance: 6 Dexterity: 3 Mentality: 2 Special Abilities: Fly, Iron Will, Commanding Presence, Thorny Body, Electrical Resistance * Moves: Gash, Thunder, Ker-zaap!, Euphoric Goop *
(*- Stats subject to change when parent stats are approved)Biology: It's difficult enough to stop a moving freight train, but what about one that can.. well, fly? Something that is essentially a ton of bricks, scales and muscles, and with an unfriendly disposition to boot? Thankfully, despite their ability to, these creatures prefer to remain grounded unless otherwise necessary and with good reason - their bulk, the very thing to make them formidable and technically supported by their wingspan, also makes them quite ungainly fliers. They aren't all too hot a running on the ground either, but then, when all you seek is peace and quiet there's thankfully no need to even bother with either. Outwardly they are certainly very imposing creatures, with broad bone-filled frills, large muscles and pretty much covered in spikes all over. To tackle or grapple with one is to basically lose a battle to a shredder mixed with a brick wall. And they aren't so easily taunted by more mental things either, but rather tend to project an aura of their own. For anything threatening (or annoying, or simply intruding) far away, they vibrate the horns of their crest until a high-pitched sound builds to a crescendo, released as a bolt of lightning at the target. For anything close a simple stomp will do.. or perhaps they merely spit and drool on them, for the saliva is another danger all on its own.. Often it is used to hunt, if their omnivoric tendencies leave them no other source of sustenance to be found - the creatures need but one bite to infect the prey, then slowly lumber after until the drool does its work in the prey's nervous system, rendering it an easy, docile catch. When all this comes together it is no wonder then that these creatures can be incredibly difficult to tame, at first, being unimpressed by shows of strength and generally only looking forward to the next meal, hardly a care in the world for other things. But, with persistence, a dollop of caution and no small amount of effort, they could be turned into something much, much more towards their owners. [/align]
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Post by Amelia on Dec 13, 2017 19:38:19 GMT -6
A storm was what she asked for, and a storm was what she got. The blizzard raged, and the mammalian hurdled near a tree to avoid snow getting into her eyes. Crisp blue eyes, and a matching blue scarf were the only things visible in the blinding storm. Luckily, snow leopards were built for this weather. Amelia closed her eyes, breathing in the crisp air. Things had shifted, and there was nothing wrong with that. Before she knew it she was somewhere new. How she got here? The answer was in the air. But she had somehow accumulated belongings, and her remembering of how she got them were unfamiliar to her. A kennel and a house. The TROD (which turned out to be extremely helpful,) did all the hard work. Cleaning, cooking. You name it, it was done. She had pets, which could be odd considering her own appearance. A cat owning cats. The difference was in her mind. Her intelligence spoke for itself, and hiding behind the coat of a snow leopard was a thinking, brilliant creature. Of course, the mind itself had some problems. Unknown to her why, she experienced life being bipolar. When one doesn't believe anything is wrong, the push of medication is not readily accepted. Occasionally the mammalian will have moments of clarity, and the pills will steady her. However, those are few and far in between. Sometimes she is confined to her bed, sometimes she doesn't sleep for days. The mania is the scary part. She is easily manipulated, her thought process difficult to follow. Her reality at those times are different than others, and it can be quite hard to support her (or even be around her,) when she goes through this.
Two large, loud creatures could be heard thundering through the snow. The cold and snow didn't bother them either, however nothing seemed to make the creatures react at all. They were her 'pets,' (how silly to call them that!) yet she was a far ways away from being able to do anything with them. Listening to her wasn't even in their current mindset. Right now, the two large brutes thumped and thudded, driving their way around the open area.
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Post by Amelia on Dec 13, 2017 19:54:41 GMT -6
Anybody smart would have stayed home. In this weather, nobody would have dared to step outside. That's how her pets were anyhow. The kennel was warm with heated floors, and her house had a warm fireplace. The pets who typically stayed in the barn had managed to squeeze their way inside, and the only one braving the storm was Amelia and her two thundering demons. Had she been closer to her down cycle of her disorder she would be trapped inside in the warmth. However, the energy flowing through her blood allowed her to do whatever it was she wanted. Thoughts raced through her head miles a minute, and she could hardly focus on what she wanted to do. In her most manic phases the animal instincts would take over and the feline was out braving the wilderness. She opened her mouth in a wide yawn, her sharp teeth fading into the snow. Her creatures were easily two or three times her size, and much more in terms of strength. To tackle this... she had not figured it out yet. Her upswing of mood was giving her the bravery (if that was the acceptable term,) to try to approach these creatures with any sort of confidence.
Amelia pressed her body into the snow, spreading her toes outwards. Claws extracted, she was ready to fight if there was any need. She crawled through the snow, letting the wind and pelting snow cover her from the monstrous creatures. One of them had dug a spot through the snow (or perhaps it was a team effort,) and now both were pulling pieces of grass from the ground. There was not much in terms of vegetation, but they were happy to eat. They were the product of Sandy's DNA and Jackson's. She had been giving a small note on their biology and what to look for in terms of strength and fighting abilities, but otherwise she knew little about them. It was sort of a laugh and a 'good luck' as the sedated creatures were wheeled to her kennel. She didn't know too many cases where a creature had to be sedated to be transferred. Here she was, with two of them.
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Post by Amelia on Dec 13, 2017 20:04:08 GMT -6
Amelia was impressed by strength, and strength was what these creatures provided. She was told that they would take a great deal of time to tame and work with, but she had nothing but time on her hands. The one thing she was worried about was their venom, and if they were pushed the wrong way they would quickly bite and wait for her to perish. She continued to crawl across the snow, the soft crunches hidden by the howling wind. Much closer now, she stood behind where they could not see her. Luckily they were omnivores, as any meat substance was hiding deep away right now. She stretched her paws, examining the large cumbersome creatures. They could be fast if they wanted to, however she highly doubted that. They had wings, but she was unsure if they had capabilities of flight. She did not want to find out the hard way. Suddenly, the wind howled once and then went quiet. For a moment, everything was still. The snow dropped in a gentle pattern, dancing towards the ground. The only sounds were the slow chewing of the brutes and her slow, deliberate breathing. One let out a low grumble, and the other turned. One had what appeared to be brown eyes, but the other was a more rustic red. The red eyed one was also more of a burgundy colour (much like Jackson,) where the brown eyed one was a tan and gold, more like Sandy. The red eyed one had gold thorns, the other had black. So she had the black-horned one, and the gold-horned one. They didn't have names yet, which she was not shocked. How could she name creatures she couldn't even get close to? The gold-horned one had let out the low grumble, and the black-horned one was now looking at her, slowly chewing the grass.
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Post by Amelia on Dec 13, 2017 20:11:26 GMT -6
Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Amelia backed up, her blue eyes locked with the eyes of the black-horned. It grumbled, and turned its body towards her. A loud thud as it pressed into the snow, and a gulp as it swallowed what it was chewing. Amelia took another step back, before changing her mind. She could take these creatures! She had all the energy from a good sleep, and if she could concur the storm she could concur the winged 'gugs. She hissed at them, standing taller and puffing her fur and tail. She bared her fangs, not giving the black-horned a chance to look away. It groaned again, and took another step towards her. She stretched her toes, preparing her claws if she needed to strike. The gold-horned one let out a groan as well, opening it's mouth to display large, sharp teeth. Saliva dripped from the gold-horned's jaws, sizzling slightly as it seared the snow. Amelia lowered towards the ground at this sound, right... acid drool. The black-horned leaned towards her, sniffing at the air around her. It looked at her once more before moving its body in a lazy fashion, turning back towards the splotch of grass. Clearly she was not of interest to the black-horned, or apparently the gold-horned as both returned to their earlier meal. Another howl of the wind, and the snow was flying through the air once more. The previous picturesque view she had of the creatures was clouded, and the mammalian was once more blended into the snow with great ease. The scarf was frozen with ice chunks, and her blue eyes were the only thing displaying something hiding in the snow.
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Post by Amelia on Jan 26, 2018 20:23:19 GMT -6
She pressed herself against the tree nearby, and with a growl and hiss tore at her scarf and wrapped it around the branches. She could return to it later, now it was just collecting more snow and getting in the way. Without the blue scarf, she blended easily into her surroundings. She could use this as a chance to get close to her beasts. They were hard to understand, there was a draw and a passion in them that she didn't recognize. Yet, there was also a stubbornness that she could feel from the Thundergug blood. They were not winter creatures, but they barely flinched from the snow. Both commanded dignity, yet both seemed unfazed by the other. Probably because technically, they were siblings. There were apparently only three of these creatures in the world, and she owned two of them. Huge and thunderous, capable of flight with a strange mixture of electrical and acidic powers. Perhaps she could train them, but actually 'befriending' them, or anything closely related to a relationship was unheard of. At least for awhile. She had been told that as well. If she was going to have a creature that would be such a powerhouse when it came to combat, there was no way in hell it would listen to her. They knew there were powerful creatures, and a small mammalian like Amelia wasn't going to make them change their thought processes.
The manic draw of potential came through her, and she slunk through the snow towards the creatures. She laid low, trying to avoid their eyesight. As earlier however, they continued to chew contently on the grass.
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Post by Amelia on Jan 26, 2018 20:28:11 GMT -6
She was far closer than comfortable now. The snow leopard was hidden in the snow, but as the frost and snow stirred, she realized just how cold it must be. The gold horned one grimaced and let out a low, angry growl. She froze in her spot, had she been discovered? Instead, it looked at it's counterpart and let out another bellow. The black horned one raised it's head, still chewing deeply at the vegetation it had pulled up. They shared a look and both stood still for a few moments. An angry whistle of the storm, and the black-horned one let out a loud bellow. Suddenly there was some thrashing, and all of a sudden they were on the move. For now at least, they were not moving fast. A slow stride through the snow. For them, it was not all that deep. They pushed the white powder away with ease, trudging their bodies through and into their paths. The gold-horned one led the way, with the black-horned coming behind.
Amelia had little choice but to follow, and the mammalian cursed beneath her breath, annoyed that she could not have gotten closer. She began to move, quicker than she had anticipated. Although they were not necessarily going fast, their large strides made it so that they covered ground a lot quicker. Amelia cursed at herself for having let them get out. She hadn't meant to... but here they were.
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Post by Amelia on Jan 26, 2018 20:33:39 GMT -6
They had originally been sedated when they were brought to her kennel. She didn't know what to do with them, so she put them both outside while she set up their enclosure. Once she felt confident that their stall would be sufficient, she ensured her other pets were safe and coaxed them into their stalls with food. Both eventually made their way into their holding spots, and Amelia felt calm enough about it. This morning she had went to the kennel to ensure that everybody was inside and safe from the storm. Lo and behold, the two massive creatures had come out of their pens (turned out they weren't in all that well,) and managed to get outside. Of course she had not been prepared for this. Every other creature was accounted for and inside where it was nice and warm. Except those two. They also weren't outside either. Not within her enclosure anyhow. Before she could get too carried away with panicking, Denny came to her rescue. I seen them both leave. The one simply pushed the gate open and the other follow suit. They went outside and moseyed around there for a bit. One of them noticed that the fence wasn't locked very good. They both pushed at it for awhile - dumb creatures - and then I watched them walk away. I certainly wasn't going to chase after them in this storm. However, I'm not quite sure how far they've gotten, it's impossible to see anything.
The mammalian did not realize how lucky she was to have some of her pets, and she quickly tried to track the brutes down.
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Post by Amelia on Jan 26, 2018 20:38:03 GMT -6
Luckily they left large footprints. She understood that they could fly. Either they didn't know that they could, or they hadn't yet. She raced through the storm, following the holes they had left in the fresh snow. Unfortunately, as the snow continued to fall the tracks began to get harder to find. Denny couldn't tell her how long they had been gone for, as he was half-asleep when they left in the first place. She was going to have to do some serious work on her enclosure. She moved quickly, racing through the snow on four legs, letting the energy from her mania propel her forward. She covered a lot of ground very quickly, and soon enough she had found the cumbersome creatures. They weren't walking very fast, but had barely even noticed the crazy blizzard. Neither seemed in much distress from the snow, and she wanted to figure out how she could possibly get them home. She found them on the opposite end of the park, and they were on their way out and into the forest. Luckily neither one felt like pushing through the thick brush, so they stayed near the edge. And that was the beginning of her day. Now she had been watching them for at least half an hour, trying to figure out what she was supposed to do moving forward. She couldn't exactly ask them nicely to come back.
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Post by Amelia on Jan 26, 2018 20:46:00 GMT -6
Amelia circled into the trees, letting the branches and bush hide her from the storm. Luckily they held tight against the wind, and for a moment things felt peaceful. She watched the creatures stop again at a large tree. They had originally moved from the edge towards the centre, and when they began to move further away the mammalian was not pleased. Luckily they stopped again, allowing her to find a new hiding place and catch her breath. The black-horned pulled at a large branch, letting it snap off and the tree fly back. The gold-horned tackled a smaller bush beside, but both were eagerly eating away. She was afraid somebody from the city would come and be unimpressed by the lack of trees, her having let her creatures eat them all. The public park was a place to train (and she would if she could,) and letting an untamed creature eat all the plant life that the city workers had worked hard to upkeep was frowned upon. She paid good money for feed, and she would have more than enough for them at the kennel. If however they were willing to go back, that was the current problem. Amelia laid beneath a large hanging branch, watching the creatures. They were simple creatures, and moved by food apparently.
Speaking of food, the mammalian watched a large Galabex saunter through the bush. Staying away from the storm, it foraged just like the massive brutes. However, with the storm and twisting snow, it barely noticed the two creatures standing nearby.
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Post by Amelia on Jan 26, 2018 20:53:36 GMT -6
Amelia tried to shoo it away without drawing attention to it. She knew that her creatures were dangerous. She also knew that there were farms around that raised these creatures solely for meat. A few different creatures as well. She bought her meat from a local butcher. Cheaper than the grocery store, and already cut and seperated for her hungry creatures to eat. All the Sarane were meat eaters, so she had to feed them a lot. Sometimes her pets would hunt and feed themselves, but that was rare in weather like this. However, she knew they could if something presented itself to them. The Galabex took a misstep and let out a soft shriek, drawing the attention of the gold-horned. It quickly moved it's head, getting it's horns tangled up in some of the branches. Amelia rushed to try to help it, pulling at the branches around the horns. It shrieked some more, getting itself stuck further as it struggled. As the black-horned one continued to eat the large branch, it's partner began to push through the bush. The Galabex shrieked again as Amelia pulled at a branch, and in a few quick moments everything changed. The gold-horned lumbered towards the struggling duo. The struggling creature turned and swiftly kicked the mammalian square in the chest, throwing her to the ground and out of breath. Whilst in it's struggle, the massive brute made a quick move on it's new target. When it kicked out a leg, the gold-horned caught it in it's jaws, breaking the bone and introducing it's poison to it's prey. These actions somehow gave the Galabex a move in the right direction, and it freed it's horns from the branches.
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Post by Amelia on Jan 26, 2018 21:03:44 GMT -6
The Galabex rushed into the opening of the park, steering away from the branches. Once it was away from the thick of the bush, it's broken leg caught up to it. He shrieked in pain, and began to drag itself on three legs. There was minimal bleeding from the broken bone, and the poor creature moved to get away from the large brutes. The gold-horned slowly lumbered out of the bush and watched the poisoned creature drag itself away. With a loud bellow to it's partner, both of the massive creatures turned and began to slowly saunter after the scurrying Galabex.
Amelia cursed under her breath, sad and the fate of the creature. Or the fate it would be having. However, she was interested in the fact that the gold-horned creature did not see her as prey. It looked at the mammalian, then it must have sensed the struggling creature was an easier target. She was certainly not in the clear with not being seen as a meal herself. She had caught her breath at this point, and with a twing of chest pain pulled herself up. She wasn't extremely worried about following after the brutes, she knew they would get very far. Still however, she was concerned about how she was going to get them to leave the park and go back to the kennels. So far they had a long way to go.
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