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Post by Flare on May 28, 2019 4:16:20 GMT -6
x -unnamed- x Azimech (borrowed from Darky) 10/10
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Post by Flare on May 28, 2019 4:23:35 GMT -6
Something strange he did not know that Flare learned after his recent adventures with going to the mines for a lost treasure (who seriously leaves purple "shorts" in a cave next to a sarane nest?!) was that Darkee had pachee too. He'd bumped into her recently after he had given Jack back her pachee (who had a very cute little male with cat face marks) and learned she had two herself; a pretty little dark male and a regular female. "I have a female now, may I take your male to the place to let them breed?" He had no embarassment of asking Darkee, she had helped him twice now, and even let him have the lions share of what they 'd dug up in the mines. That rock that gave him headaches wasn't going anywhere near him again. Darkee agreed, allowing him to follow her back to a very nice garden. Several creature types he had yet to see and experience. They'd retrieved their individual pachee, and deposited them into Flare's box for carrying them. Flare's addition was a little black female, Pak's firstborn from meeting Trisha'a with Theo. He hadn't named her. The little male of Darkee's had a black coat with stripes, with yellower ferms. Could've almost been related. 1.5 13.20 1/10
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Post by Flare on May 28, 2019 4:44:55 GMT -6
Flare wondered briefly about finding another nice mate for Pak, who had done very well for not bolting on him in fear during their adventure into the mines. Perhaps he could treat Pak to finding a good mate. Would have to keep an eye out, for with the hot season approaching, more people were bringing their Pachee out to play. "Just drop him off when you are done over the gate, Azimech know's his way home." he was told. The ssashirk gave the little male a doubtful glance, but nodded in understanding to his desert-speaking friend. He could call her friend, she had helped him, and not run away. Although Pak was her sire, the black female sported no showing that they were related, and Flare could not help but wonder why. Males did pass down their coats, like Frost had, sort of? His and Talula's kit had a mixture, Frost's back coat, and Talula's belly coat. Not that the little one wasn't cute as a button. But he had names to give, and none came to mind. Perhaps by her behavior. Still just into the world recently, the black female hadn't seen anyone previously except the one who fed her berries. She liked berries, like the male who kept... courting or providing for her. She wasn't quite sure. Didn't smell off. This male was totally new. And handsome. 2.5 14.20 2/10
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Post by Flare on May 28, 2019 4:54:42 GMT -6
Off to the breeding center they went. Flare with his walking stick and his slow hobbled pace, and the box that held pachee to go have some playtime that ended in kits. He learned slowly about their species and breed while working with Pak (because it seemed that all males had the same instinct, despite looks) so he could treat his pollen cats with the best care to provide. With no credits to his name, the drake had no berries to partake in for them besides a strawberry or two, picked on the cusp of ripeness. Strawberries got really good in early summer, and were a bit of a guilty pleasure. Nothing like a chilled crisp berry straight from the market; oh so sweet. For Flare's luck seemed to be with him today; there were no people ahead and a room was open for pachee today. The squat toady receptionist squinted up at him, pointing him down a hallway. She personally had seen this... ssashirk not a few days ago, and he had been assisted with his paperwork. "Pachee today?" she asked him in a wheezy tone. He nods, almost a bit too eagerly. The box moved with his motions, causing both the black female and Azimech to poke their heads out. "Down the hall, to the left." she points with short stubby fingers. 3.5 15.20 3/10
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Post by Flare on May 28, 2019 5:00:46 GMT -6
After the ssashirk went down the hall with his box of pachee, the toady one added a checkmark to a readied (and legible) copy of Flare's paperwork from previous; she would be seeing more of this one. The door shut after him, allowing Flare to settle down on his stool and release the pachee into the room made just for them. It wasn't covered in pollen today, like it had been previously. With Frost's eager tail smacking. Cautiously, the black female led the way out of the box that she traveled in to get here. The colorful male on the other hand, seemed a bit nervous. He'd never been away from the other pachee at home. Home was with the cat lady who smelled of big things who fed him and kept him nice. The rooty hairs on his paws explored what he could taste, being the box. Wood. How very astute. Pachee here previous. Different smells, clings of pollen. The black female had left him in the box, exploring the edges of this new place. It was no garden, but had lots of space, from what he could see. Box edges obscured his view. Azimech didn't know what to believe right now. 4.5 16.20 4/10
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Post by Flare on May 28, 2019 5:05:45 GMT -6
Aside from being a grassy room for pollen cats, there were a handful of toys to play with. Not every pachee just wanted to play with each other. The black female seemed to have gotten distracted by a shiny something. Its cylindrical, and shiny. Has a pokey part on it, and a hole at one end. She gives it an experiemental 'tap' with one paw. The thing appears to roll a bit. If she stood up on hind legs, she could lift and carry it. Its long and awkward because her limbs aren't that long, nor very suited for doing more then digging or a bit of climbing. She turns back and waddles awkwardly back to the box to show the male in the box. Look, she 'chee's' at him. Look what I found. Her paw slips while doing so, pressing hard against the pokey part. Azimech glances up at the wrong time. He gives a loud cry as his vision is suddenly all red briefly! Twisting away, the male buries his mouthless face in his paws as he tries to get red out of his eyes. It spooks both Flare and the female, who drops the shiny cylinder that shoots red at others. What had just happened?! 5.5 1/2 17.20 5/10
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Post by Flare on May 28, 2019 5:10:46 GMT -6
Ouch ouch! Azimech whines as he curls away from her into the box corner. His eyes hurt. What a mean female. He hadn't even come out of the box and she blinds him! Against the dark of the box, he keeps seeing a gray splotch in his vision, with his eyes closed. Ouch ouch... what did he do wrong? Do you like my found thing? she asks the male, who has not come out from the box to see the shiny thing. She had seen the shiny cylindrical item hit him with a red dot. The red dot had been between his eyes. He'd made loud sounds and turned away. But aside from that, the red dot went away as quick as it came. It was... mesmerizing. Where had it come from? How did the shiny thing make it? No, I do not like your found thing. I cannot see! Azimech whines. I see gray. Eyes hurt. Oh, she had hurt his eyes with the red dot? Concern painted over the curiosity of the shiny, and its abandoned. I am sorry, I did not mean to hurt eyes. She approaches him in the box, nudging at him with her head. 1.5 18.20 6/10
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Post by Flare on May 28, 2019 5:15:49 GMT -6
I wanted to show you what I found. Come see it. Come out of the box. She's insistent and nudges him with her paws, bumps his shoulder with her head, and heads out of the box. Azimech peeks his head out of his curl briefly. Although he still saw gray, and it moved where he looked, he could see the black female wander back to the red making thing. It is pretty shiny, its true. Curiosity outweighs his unease of being blinded before even coming out of the box, as he wanders out, slowly, on all fours. Repeatedly blinking. His pupils are tiny, almost slitted. His eyes have not fully adjusted after being blinded briefly by a red dot. He joins her at the silver shiny. Nudging it himself with a paw. It rolls, the pieces of shiny connected to it making a clinky noise. What is this? he wonders aloud. Lets find out. Azimech picks it up and points it at the ground. His paw, on luck, finds the pokey part and presses. A red dot appears in the grass. The black female is no longer interested in him it appears. Her eyes are all on this mysterious red dot. If he moves, it moves? But he still saw gray. Flare has never seen a laser pointer, to him its just another toy for creatures. 2.5 19.20 7/10
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Post by Flare on May 28, 2019 5:21:05 GMT -6
What a funny toy. Azimech is still holding the shiny thing, as he turns. The red dot seems to follow him, in the grass, away from his feet. Her eyes are so big right now, as the black female is crouched in the grass, her fern tail wiggling as she's ready to pounce. he makes a sudden movement, and the dot darts away from them both. She's suddenly a burst of speed, dashing after the red dot in hot persuit. She would catch the dot that blinded the male who was here! if she caught it, maybe he would celebrate and beat his tail on the ground. Her instincts were at least telling her that. When the male beats his tail on the ground, she had to want to catch his pollen. But didn't quite understand how that worked. The mean red dot escaped from her paws as it moves again. She's off, chasing the dot with all the vigor of a mouthless hunter. Pouncing on the dot, missing, and rushing it again. Azimech watches her do this crazy amount of movement, piecing it together. The thing in his paws made the red dot. The female chases the red dot. She is no longer trying to blind him. Which is good. He likes this thing. He won't go blind again now. The giant on the stool wouldn't like that. 3.5 20.20 lv 30 8/10
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Post by Flare on May 28, 2019 5:26:13 GMT -6
His paw slips from holding the shiny object so long, and the red dot vanishes. Caught by surprise, the female faceplant pounces the last seen location of the evil red dot of doom. She shakes off a bit of grass on her face, pawing it off with a distressed 'chee'. Where was it? Where was the dot? This has the dot. Azimech tells her, dropping the shiny object between them. You caught it! I did not catch it! It got away! she tells him with a sharp bite to her sounds. It hurt you, I must hurt it back. You don't hurt your friends. Friends? Azimech found himself at a loss. I am your friend? Yes, you are my friend. she tells him. You are here to play with me, you are my friend. The striped male thinks about this briefly; he'd never had a friend yet. He liked this idea. And when you like something, you beat your tail for it. Which is exactly what he did. I have a friend! he cheers, smacking his tail several times. Up and away goes the pollen. I have a friend! The black female cheers with him, smacking her own tail, but making no pollen? ACHOO Flare isn't prepared for the pollen, and sneezes. thank goodness he doesn't breathe fire. 4.5 1.20 9/10
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Post by Flare on May 28, 2019 5:31:00 GMT -6
You make pollen! the black female cheers, catching Azimech by surprise again. He pauses in his tail slapping of joy. You like that I make pollen? he asks her. She is almost nodding with her entire self. Yes, I like you make pollen. I can catch it now. Her eyes glaze over as the third eyelid shows itself and the gash on her forehead, which he hadn't seen until being inches away from her face opens up. Pollen floats into it. She jumps. It tickles! Make more! Curious, confused, and certainly up for more tail slappage, Azimech beat his tail on the ground again. Slap slap. Slap slap. Slap slap. Sounded very reminescent of a heartbeat. She was bounding around now, practically blind herself as her face was covered in pollen. Can you see? he asks her. She appears like she has seen the gray dot in which he still sees. Its smaller, but still there. Not much-ouch. She bumps into the wall. I can see you a bit. She's dusted with pollen now, its clinging to her paws, her back, her ferns, and her face. The gash in her forehead is very pollinated it appears. Seems like they were winding down, so when both pachee had gone back int the box to rest, Flare took t hem back home. 5.5 2/4 2/20 10/10 -fin-
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Post by Renathan on May 28, 2019 6:00:41 GMT -6
A dark male with such deep plume-colors, how neat!
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