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Torrential downpours cause localized flooding and many upset cats. Along with these frequent rain, from gentle drizzles to heavy rainfall, there seems to be a flux of Magicka drawn in particular to water sources. Occasional jet streams of warm air make narrower tunnels harder to navigate. On occasion, the rain intensifies, becoming howling storms with sleet or large hail. However, the temperatures overall are a little warmer, with snow and ice in temperate caves somewhat receding.
Reign flicked his ear at Scorch's agitated words, twitching his tail. "Panicking will do no one any good." he said, somewhat reprimandingly. His eyes never left the fawn, trying to figure out what was wrong with it. "Before we can help it, we must know what is wrong."
Feeling the owl lean into him, Reign ducked his head, flicking his tongue along the soft fuzz of the little bird. He frowned when the fawn ducked back behind the Spire, waiting to see if it would return.
And return, it did. Its head poked out once more and then, it stepped towards them. It was only a single step, but it was clear that it was limping. He took a deep breath, trying to figure out what they were to do. "We need to approach them carefully, make certain not to frighten them."
Slowly, he made his way forward. The whole way, he spoke, voice calm and smooth, attempt to keep the fawn at ease. "It is alright, young one. We shall not hurt thee."
"Speech looks like this." Thoughts look like this.
Reign was right. Scorch needed to not panic. Panicking would only slow them down. He took several deep breaths, remembering the sound of the cheetah cub's purr. A rough tongue flicked across his downy feathers, and Scorch blinked with surprise. It tickled.
The fawn seemed to be scared of them, ducking behind the tower and only hesitantly stepping toward them. Scorch wanted to hoot to it, tell it that it would be fine, but he was too afraid of scaring it. Reign was talking, though. And Scorch thought he was doing a good job sounding very not-frightening. Maybe he should try too? "Yeah, see, Reign and I are friendly people. We promise not to do anything bad," he said, doing his best to keep his voice gentle and reassuring. He wasn't sure how that went, though. Scorch ... was not the calm leader type that Reign was.
The fawn seemed trusting enough, perhaps alone so long that it was starved for contact. It stepped cautiously forward to meet Reign, and quickly began to sniff over the cheetah's pelt, seeking mother's milk that was not there. It settled for trying to suck on his ear instead, insistent and now unafraid, though the hind leg hung unused in the air. It appeared to be hanging at an angle; it was unlikely that this fawn could survive on its own.
Reign remained still as the fawn began to approach him, not wanting to scare it away. He huffed a breath, trying not to laugh as it sniffed at him, turning his head to sniff at its pelt as well. He went still as it began to suckle on his ear, an amused grin pulling at his muzzle.
"Its leg is injured," he murmured to Scorch, "And we need to find its mother or, at least, a surrogate for it. It won't survive without one."
Scorch cooed softly as the fawn stepped closer and started sucking on Reign's ear. He wasn't sure what it was trying to do - surely Reign couldn't be that tasty, especially to an herbivore? - but it was adorable nonetheless. But its leg didn't look normal to him - he had only two legs, but Reign had four like the fawn and Reign didn't hold a leg like that.
Ah, yes. Reign had confirmed it - the leg was injured. There was something he didn't understand, though. "A mother? Why does it need a mother? Can't it eat plants on its own?"
The young deer continued to follow, trying its best to 'drink' out of an ear. At length, it seemed to realize nothing was going to reward it, there, and instead it turned to nosing along the rocks, as if browsing for grass that wasn't there.
Oct 17 2018, 04:02 PM (This post was last modified: Oct 17 2018, 04:05 PM by Reign.)
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Reign looked at Scorch, making sure to speak softly. "It hasn't spoken, and it doesn't seem to be as capable as us. It must need someone to guide it. Neither of us are capable of it, so we need to find someone who can."
He turned his head to sniff the deer again as it began to move away, taking in several deep breaths. Then, he raised his head, attempting to locate the scent, but failed.
Scorch stared at Reign for a moment, processing what the cheetah was saying. "Guide it? To what?" Food, maybe? But why couldn't he and Reign guide it to food? That didn't seem very difficult to him. And how would taking deep breaths help things? Completely confused, Scorch settled for standing awkwardly and watching while Reign did whatever it was that he was doing.\
The fawn hobbled a few steps, unsteadily, then collapsed with a sad bleat. It seemed unable to walk all that far, probably due to its injured hind leg--yet its cry wasn't one of pain so much as a pleading sound.
Nov 26 2018, 01:04 PM (This post was last modified: Nov 26 2018, 01:16 PM by Reign.)
MAGICKA LEVEL 100% RESTORED TO 100%
From the day we arrive on this planet
And blinking, step into the sun
The cheetah twitched his ears, saying, "To teach it. How to find food, and water, and things such as that."
The cub didn't know what he was looking for, really. He approached the fawn as it collapsed, twining along its side and rumbling a low purr, licking between its ears. The Royal Cheetah raised his head, sniffing the air, attempting to find a sign of the Mother.