Perhaps the Dragonoak would do well in training, or mayhaps she wouldn't. Morgan perhaps should have been more specific on the personality for her whenever she was ordered; but somehow it felt funny ordering an aggressive creature specifically. It might cause danger for the other creatures in their Gardens, since they weren't stalking through the garden at all times. Still, Morgan wasn't sure if Meteora had the gumption for fighting. It would depend on how well the training went over, if they ever got around to it. Time was passing speedily, they may not be able to manage it in time.
However, the dragonoak did have some good qualities. Meteora was bombproof, Morgan could tell that. Even when the creature they had managed to get to follow them had pulled it's weird neck trick, Meteora had only backed up a few steps instead of bolting. That was certainly a good sign.
Morgan tromped through all of the clovers in the patches, and then across the more grassy patches, with the tall seed-bearing fronds not quite out of their green stages yet. Then through more clovers. This went on for some time, but once not because some kind of a trick caused by the mansion's idea of time and space that seemed quite twisted compared to the usual laws of such. It was simply because this first yard in the mansion, while not being nearly as magical feeling, was quite huge. It was probably to help keep people out of the grounds, or so that people could chicken out before getting too close. A lot of teenagers dared each other to go through here often enough, Morgan knew. They'd heard all about it as a younger teen. The mansion had been here for several years now, it was a little surprising to think about it now. The Dragonoak followed.
Meteora still wasn't sure what to think of this human. Though she didn't really have a wealth of knowledge about anything for some reason (she didn't really think about that too much) but this human was unpredictable. Her garden fellows? All of them did things in a logical fashion that Meteora could understand and get used to it. However, this human was nothing of the sort. Dragging Meteora, and only her, out of the garden at all hours of the day. How odd? What was special about her, anyway? Meteora wasn't really capable of pondering too much entirely, however she still couldn't help but keep an eye on the human to try to learn them a little bit better. "Whatcha lookin' at, M-Meteora?" Morgan asked, and only the tone made Meteora look. She didn't know her name quite yet, but she was understanding the tones a little bit better now.
Morgan shook their head at Meteora, and then pushed her shoulder a little bit, gently, to get her attention further. "You n-need to get used to me." Morgan mumbled at her as they walked. They were so used to talking to their pets and companions that they were very embarrassed. At least no one was around them to hear it. Especially not with all of this wind! Eventually, Morgan and Meteora made it across the outer yard, and then rushed towards the inner gate. It was time to get started. They knew what to expect, this month was Tiken Tekai, after all. They remembered from the last time that there was a strange sort of spatial effect going on, as well as some kind of painting or crayon artistic quality to the entire place... And the strange things that seem to be made of materials that don't even make sense.
This mansion month was WEIRD. However, Morgan was absolutely meaning to actually check out the mansion itself and not just the yard this time. It was something they really wanted to do, eventually, to go out and try to check the mansion itself. It wasn't something that Morgan had been bothering to do, there was always something on the outside in the yard that was keeping them from being able to do many studies on the mansion themself. Then again, it was also possibly the mansion itself keeping them out whenever it wanted to do so. However, Morgan reached out and grabbed the handle of the gate. The gate itself was descript; it was twisty and barbed, almost like rose bushes. The human had no idea what to think about it, and had no idea what it meant otherwise. It made exactly no sense to them with the theme. Meteora wasn't even paying attention to it.
Morgan wasn't surprised by that fact, they just noted it like they did everything else that had to do with the world or even with the Dragonoak. They were partially trying to test her meddle, and partially trying to do two things at once; work with the creature that they hoped to train, and figure the mansion out theirself. However, they knew that eventually they would have to give up doing this and that at the same time and actually bring this critter out to the park. Morgan wasn't sure how long they would need to wait to work with the creature, but they didn't quite feel like she was ready yet. When would she be? Morgan had no idea when either. Morgan tried to open up the gate, but wound up pricking their finger on one of the barbs because they weren't paying quite enough attention quite to it. Morgan pulled their hand back, noting that it wasn't too bad.
Puncture wounds typically were a lot deeper than they were long, so Morgan wasn't surprised at the tiny well of blood from the puncture. However, the barbs were really thin, and really short, so it wasn't so bad. It would probably hurt for a while, but it wouldn't bleed for long. Wounds in the finger tips never really did. The dragonoak finally seemed to notice something was wrong, tilting her head every so often from one side to the other as if trying to get the attention of the human. Morgan shot her a look, but couldn't hold the look. She just looked really concerned. "Wu-w-well, I uh, hope you don't wind up bein' afraid of blood." That would be a problem, for a creature like this dragonoak that was meant for the pit. Thinking about it made Morgan a little sad. What were they doing? Would it be worth it?
Morgan doubted it. They had done a little bit of research recently and found out that not only did the pit turn their stomach, but also it hardly gave out points, even for a win. Seemed a little blegh for a lot of work, and also for hurting a creature... Repeatedly. It wasn't something Morgan was super pleased with. They weren't sure if they really wanted to go through with it. They nursed their little finger wound and stared at Meteora, a little bit blank-headed, and not thinking all that much. The dragonoak was confused as to why the human was staring her down, she rattled her leaves a little bit in an attempt to get the human to stop paying as much attention to them, or at least get them to let her know why she was being challenged. Eventually, Morgan simply wiped the blood on their pants and looked away from the dragonoak.
The gate was so weird, why was it different this month? Morgan always wondered that. Some months it was different, and some months the inner gate was not. Morgan reached out, fingers between the barbs this time for sure, and then squeezed the gate to open it. Morgan drew the gate to them, and it opened like a charm now, whereas before it was stalling on it. The human was quiet as they glared at the thing. Then again, it wasn't the gate's fault. Still, it was hard not to consider the possibility that the mansion was some kind of possibly intelligent technological force producing a psychic aura akin to some sort of magic. That was what Morgan thought, up to this point. This hobby was perhaps getting a little out of control. Morgan moved through the gate, and the dragonoak followed after them. This time, the dragonoak was following because she wanted to.
Morgan kept the dragonoak on the lead anyway. They weren't sure how well the psycho-social bond had began to form with her. Morgan could never feel it, they were told that others could feel it right before it began to settle, but it took Morgan forever to notice the effects begin to settle. They only just recently realized that Morgan had gotten the psycho-social bond to cement with Nico- and they spent most of their time with him. It was a very odd sensation, they wondered how the Labs managed it... They would figure it out, one of those days, and maybe they might be able to figure out how to get it to settle in more quickly.
They pushed the thought away and glanced back at the dragonoak before moving forward with the excursion. They didn't really know if they wanted to turn around and look at what was going on with the mansion this month.
Morgan had before seen the mansion this month, when it had changed on them (they hadn't noticed that they had been there long enough for the month to change, though they had come on the last day- dang distortion of the sky and such) and made them so sick. However, it didn't look anything like that now. Before it had been crayon and paint basted, and now it looked more like a child's popup book had went a little bit wackier than it had been before and somehow materialized on this plane. Morgan opened their eyes further yet refused to rub them as they typically would. No, this was just an odd effect of the mansion. The dragonoak once again did not seem all that bothered about the situation. Perhaps the dragonoak just didn't know enough about the world to consider this weird, or perhaps it wasn't seeing the same thing Morgan was.
It was just about that thought that made Morgan remember that the dragonoak had indeed seen the creature. Then again, it hadn't reacted out of fear from the turkey creature, and the turkey creature itself wasn't real. The other creature, the one with the back fur and toothiness and twisty neck? The dragonoak had reacted with fear about that thing, and it left with them and Morgan took it home. That creature was 'real', the turkey monster probably was not. Could Meteora tell somehow? The mansion seemed to work on creatures (like all of Morgan's houluh had been dealt with in the past about it) but it didn't make sense for the creature to be somehow unaffected by it. So what was it? Morgan wasn't sure if they would ever find out. The dragonoak was regarding Morgan with more curiosity than the world out there was, despite it's obvious weirdness that made no sense.
Morgan wasn't so keen on the world being weird like this. Perhaps it was something innately human in them that was crazed with straight lines and fervor for light- that seemed to be a thing that humans were famous for (though Morgan felt more like that was chaos than anything they ever felt from the swallowing of such an node). However, the human was quite anti-keen on religious babbling. It made no sense to them. They weren't raised to revere any kind of pantheon, despite having studied them out of curiosity. Perhaps in the future they would find out the world of science that was being hidden behind mythology. It was something that they were quite curious and excited to find out. Humans wanted desperately to know things, and when it was impossible to know, they made up things. That was how they saw it.
The dragonoak bumps Morgan in the side again with her skull-dome.
Morgan rubbed their side and shot Meteora the side eye. "Ow, Meteora!" Morgan said, voice a little higher pitched than normal. They continued to rub and rub their side, where they were sure it would bruise, but it hadn't hurt too badly. Nothing broken, nothing too bad. "Whatcha do t-that for?" Morgan said, head tilted slightly at her. Meteora just rustled her wing-leaves, as if she thought it was funny. Morgan frowned and slitted their eyes, but it was a joke. They chuckled, and then gently patted her shoulder. "It's fine bud." Morgan mumbled to her, feeling a little similar about her as they had to Nico before they had gotten done with his training. Meteora didn't seem to need the kind words though, and instead simply shook her body off like she'd had rain on her scales. Obviously, there were not actually any raindrops on her scales.
Then again, Morgan wasn't even sure if Meteora even did have scales. Morgan couldn't tell just by putting a palm on the creature whether that was really slick scales or little rough skin. Perhaps it was because she was a garden creature and maybe made out of some different stuff than just flesh and bones that most creatures were made up of. The dragonoak's wings rustled in the wind, and Morgan reached out to touch them. The dragonoak shied a bit, crinkling a little bit to keep the wings out of the way. Morgan looked at Meteora for a moment, at her bright blue eyes, and then patted the dragonoak's head dome instead of the leaves. However, the dragonoak was not aggravated. Well, that was a good sign, Morgan decided. That meant that Meteora's psycho-social bond was beginning to form, though Morgan had no way of knowing how far along it was.
Jack: Thanks for the notice!
May 28, 2020 10:05:26 GMT -6
Darky: Heads up: there's a chance you might notice Trepuldra images having loading issues on June 3rd, for about 3h. No need to panic, Veebimajutus just notified there's going to be some scheduled maintenance, is all x3
May 28, 2020 10:05:06 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: right??? i was really hoping i could find one of those pachee before the season was out.
May 26, 2020 18:51:32 GMT -6
Fanged: Oh wow that's an awesome garden find FF
May 26, 2020 18:13:26 GMT -6
Riku: Oh how perfect! I woke up wanting to post (unexpected, but yay) and saw I had a reply. <3 Meant to be.
May 26, 2020 6:40:43 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: I really, really love all the updates that have come~! <3
May 24, 2020 2:12:37 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: np!!! I hope y'all like it!
May 23, 2020 13:45:06 GMT -6
Riku: What an awesome update, staff! Thanks for that! <3
May 23, 2020 12:06:52 GMT -6
Jack: All have been found!
May 23, 2020 9:53:27 GMT -6
Jack: Might want to be on the lookout for anything... odd
May 22, 2020 23:51:22 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: Yeah it’s definitely a coincidence but wow did it work out well for us! XD
May 22, 2020 6:43:27 GMT -6
Silver: I'm pretty sure that was just a coincidence, but it sure feels lucky!
May 22, 2020 2:07:09 GMT -6
Riku: So did you guys make this hosting switch perfectly RIGHT before pb broke? >.< Thaz crazy. It’s a huge relief and I’m very glad we’ve come to this. <3
May 22, 2020 1:41:01 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: It’s free up to a certain number of GB, which we haven’t hit yet.
May 21, 2020 6:46:33 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: Is the site that is going to be used to host all those images also the type you'd need to pay for? (definitely noticed the broken images yeah. Photobucket feels like it is standing on its last legs. X3 )
May 21, 2020 0:13:57 GMT -6
Morgan: I'm just kinda nervous about them going down before things get moved over completely. It's prolly nothing to be worried about though. :3
May 20, 2020 22:13:15 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: Thank goodness we're moving out of there? XD
May 20, 2020 21:59:22 GMT -6
Renathan: Ugh, photobucket has the images broke again. x3
May 20, 2020 21:18:53 GMT -6