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Post by Morgan on Mar 27, 2020 17:00:26 GMT -6
Morgan pushed the thought from their mind. If she didn't wind up doing well in the garden, Morgan can always put her in her own area in the terrarium, near the least aggressive animals for her safety. She was a dragonoak, but she was dang small compared to some of Morgan's other dragon-like creatures. She was just a little smaller than Morgan had expected, even. Just leanly built. Morgan was sure that she would need some extra work to become the best fighter she could be. Would she do okay out in the pit? The idea, once again, made Morgan a little worried. So they reached out for the gate and tried to push it out of their head so that they could get the dragonoak used to them enough to take to training. That was the entire idea. "Come on, Meteora." Morgan said, waving to her.
Meteora watched, eyes bright.
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Post by Morgan on Mar 27, 2020 17:07:06 GMT -6
Morgan knew that dragonoaks weren't as smart as other 'dragon-looking' creatures, but how smart were they? Would she be difficult to train? Would she be easier? It would probably depend on Morgan's own ability to train, and how quickly the psycho-social bond cemented there. The more, the better, in that case. She would hopefully be easily bonded with, since she was made for them. Morgan opened the gate, and slipped through, feeling the strange spatial distortion between the inner gate and the middle ground of the mansion grounds. For Morgan, who was really sensitive to chaotic forces, this was a SHARP delineation from the 'real world' or at least, the world governed by science and at least some logic. Other creatures, however, didn't seem to be as bothered about it as Morgan was, so it was probably something that was brought on by swallowing the chaos node. They really should have headed the warnings...
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Post by Morgan on Mar 27, 2020 17:12:37 GMT -6
Despite Morgan's obvious discomfort every time they entered the Mansion's 'truly strange' inner grounds, none of Morgan's creatures or companions ever seemed to mind. At least it wasn't something that they had to deal with. Morgan could live with that, like they lived with most of the discomfort they were dealt on a daily basis. They wouldn't wish it on anyone else, though. Still, they were able to go 'back to normal' very quickly after entering the inner grounds of the mansion, and the dragonoak had followed without difficulty. If she was aware that there was something 'weird' about this area, she didn't acknowledge it. Everything must be strange to a creature like this one- they did just make their way across the city to get here from where Morgan lived, anyway.
Morgan got a good look around after their sensations went back to 'normal', and for once this month, there was no heavy cloud cover.
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Post by Morgan on Mar 27, 2020 17:25:48 GMT -6
That was a sight for sore eyes, to put it lightly. Morgan had taken a grand total of two different houluh out here this month, and it had been storming it's butt off each time that they had came here this month. They sort of thought that it might be the theme this month, since each month seemed to have a theme, for better or for worse, but it would seem that they were correct in their original assumption that this was the 'soft first pet little kid' nonsense of the festival this month. Most of the time the themes matched the festivals that went on during the months to different effects, though this month Morgan couldn't help but crinkle their nose. Did they really prefer the rain over this? The smell of petrichor was nice, as was the soft white puffy clouds in the sky in different shapes.
When Morgan glanced back to check on Meteora, they noticed that she was watching the clouds.
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Post by Morgan on Mar 27, 2020 19:00:14 GMT -6
Morgan had gotten so used to 'talking at' their pets at this point because their companions were quite 'vocal', Millicent and the tat-family and all, and it had gotten to the point to where they talked to their pets too, even though the pets (unlike their companions) would not understand what they were saying. "Hoy Meteora, wh-whatcha lookin' at?" The human asked, looking from the Dragonoak's pale ice blue eyes to the blue of the sky. Those white puffy clouds were nice looking, they were sure that someone out there might want to paint it, in fact. Morgan liked whispy clouds more though, and those were rarely ever a thing. However, Meteora seemed very entranced with them for an animal. Perhaps it wasn't that she was looking at that at all? It could be something else entirely. Did dragonoak eat prey of any kind? Perhaps there was some kind of prey item up there that Morgan couldn't see.
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Post by Morgan on Mar 27, 2020 19:09:24 GMT -6
Morgan found it sort of hard to imagine that the dragonoak was doing what so many people would be doing- trying to figure out 'what' the clouds looked like. Morgan hadn't done that for many years. The desire to lay down in the grass for a moment and look at the clouds overtook them like some childish fantasy, and they couldn't help but look around a second or two to make sure there was no one around to watch them indulge in their childish whims. For some reason, it always embarrassed them for others to see them doing stuff like that, even if just for a moment. The human thought about it again, second-guessing as was their normal, before actually obliging since they wondered if putting theirself in such a dangerous situation might actually make the dragonoak try to hurt them...
They decided it should be fine, and then plopped down on the grass anyway.
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Post by Morgan on Mar 27, 2020 19:13:42 GMT -6
The dragonoak looked at Morgan as they moved quickly, and stepped back just a little, before going into a sneezing fit. Apparently when Morgan had flopped down, they flopped onto a bunch of new flowers, and they released a cloud of dusty pollen everywhere. The human closed their eyes, and allowed the pollen to fall over their body, ignoring the dragonoak's sneezing fit until it stopped. Then, as soon as it did, Morgan cracked an eye open to see that their glasses were covered in the dusty pollen. The grass wasn't wet thankfully, so Morgan didn't have to worry about being soaked to the bone through laying in the grass on their back, so they were pretty okay with the state of things as they were. They still took their glasses off, the whole world turning into an expressionistic painting as they cleaned the glasses. They saw the bright tell-tale orange of the dragonaok, however, enter their field of view.
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Post by Morgan on Mar 27, 2020 19:17:09 GMT -6
Morgan wasn't expecting that so soon, so they nearly scrambled back before they finished up on cleaning their glasses, and they put them on their face quickler so that they could see. Meteora was looking at Morgan with curiosity and boredom for a moment, perhaps a little surprised that Morgan had moved (away) so quickly, but soon enough the dragonaok bedded down right in the spot Morgan had just been laying before scooting away so quickly. Now, Meteora was looking up at the sky and the clouds again, pretty effectively not counting Morgan as a threat. The human's heart was hammering, but they were doing pretty okay, and Meteora wasn't acting particularly aggressive... They decided to lay back down, in the direction that they could see the creature at all times to give them a quick moment to get away if need be or otherwise react to any aggressive actions from the beast.
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Post by Morgan on Mar 27, 2020 19:28:57 GMT -6
Thus the pair sat there, comfortable in the grass knolls, or perhaps unfortunately, a flowerbed. The dragonoak had turned around in circles like some kind of a cat or something dumb like that, and had now laid down in a pressed-down bed of flowers. It looked oddly serene there, gazing up calmly at the sky. It would be easy to personify it and assume that it was thinking something deep, but Morgan knew that it was probably just doing it's photosynthesis thing. With wings colored like autumn leaves, it probably had a more difficult time doing that than usual, which made Morgan feel a little guilty for requesting them, but they did look so nice... That was all that really mattered to most folks, and Morgan figured that as long as they made sure the dragonoak received extra nutrients and other such things to help it out with that, it shouldn't hurt.
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Post by Morgan on Mar 27, 2020 19:32:43 GMT -6
These were the sorts of things that humans told theirselves to make themselves feel better about causing harm, directly or indirectly, to others. Morgan winced as they thought that. It was kind of the reason why people felt so entitled to treat sentient beings as creatures, and those chosen to be treated like that were pretty dang arbitrary. Typically the peoples that were less 'technological' tended to be the ones that were selected for treatment as pets. Morgan had heard of Kair, and Dash-claw, and other such 'slave' species. Some species were lucky to get away without being treated like animals, and others... well...
That was just the way the Labs turned. Morgan wasn't sure if others in the Labs city were aware of some of this. Maybe they wouldn't do the things they did if they knew of it? Morgan had been born and raised here though. It weighed on them heavily.
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Post by Morgan on Mar 27, 2020 19:36:11 GMT -6
At the same time, Morgan didn't really want to leave. They spent their whole life here, and were making a life here too. They didn't know where they would go or what they would do out there, it was a lot harsher beyond here. Morgan had heard horror stories about it, the terrible things that could happen to those that left. Morgan wondered how anyone lived out there at all. Thus why Morgan had a hunch that the sentient species out there that were supposedly 'less technological' were probably still just as intelligent and well, different kinds of technologically advanced. No one born and raised in the labs could live without the amenities they had, out there in the wilds. At least not forever, right? The human knew that there was definitely something out there that made those races able to survive in such difficult environments.
Morgan always thought about this kind of stuff. They wished they could be like the dragonoak and just... live, sometimes.
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Post by Morgan on Mar 27, 2020 19:39:59 GMT -6
Speaking of the Dragonoak (or at least narrating in Morgan's mind), the creature looked so at ease and calm. It was hard to imagine throwing this creature in a pit and just... Expecting it to win. It looked so frail, now that they saw those thin leaf-shaped wings, and that calm demeanor. The thought of it getting hurt was a difficult one, there had to be some way to avoid it getting hit. Perhaps Morgan should have chosen Muninn instead? He was so much bigger and probably could take more hits... Morgan couldn't help but remember that most pit fights, from what they heard, were over in one hit. No, poor Muninn wouldn't be mobile enough. The more lithe Meteora should fare better in that way.
Meteora looked so calm, laying in those flowers. She didn't even know what was coming for her, yet. Hopefully she would take to the training easily enough.
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Post by Morgan on Mar 27, 2020 19:55:18 GMT -6
It would really suck if the dragonoak sucked at learning training, didn't want to do this, or heck, if it was either too aggressive or not aggressive enough either one would be an issue! Morgan didn't want the dragonoak to harm anyone's anything too much (oh goodness, what if someone through a sentient creature in there? Oh no, that would be horrid, what if Meteora really hurt them? People were -savages-) especially since people were really bad about tossing sentient beings in the pit and just letting them have at it. It was a terrifying idea- Morgan could never do that to any of their-
Waar. What about Waar? Waar wanted to do this on his own, Morgan could feel it across their emotional tie sometimes. Morgan would -never- just throw Waar in there, but if Waar wanted to go- that might mean that other people's sentients might want to do it too...
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Post by Jack on Mar 27, 2020 19:58:15 GMT -6
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Post by Morgan on Apr 1, 2020 22:27:52 GMT -6
Morgan had not been expecting to actually BE on the Mansion grounds whenever they changed over. Immediately the world spun and LURCHED, Morgan felt like they were being spun into a whirlpool, or sucked into a singularity, or falling down a hole into the longest hole in the world. Into the center of the earth, and then out the other side. Except Morgan wasn't falling in a hole, or being sucked into a whirlpool, or even a singularity. Morgan's head buzzed when they finally came to, and they realized sort of all at once that they were out before, that they were alive now, and that their sight was still fuzzy. They reached out to make sure their glasses were still on their face, and almost immediately noted that yes they were still on their face, but also they needed to be sick.
Morgan rolled over and got sick, much to the chagrin of the Dragonoak.
[1] - [Start of April]
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