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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.
I paused my observing and looked to Bara, squinting my eyes slightly and tilted my head. It would probably be boring, a cit-sen-less village. I chimed, struggling with the unfamilar word but I shrugged it off. I watched as he pulled strange wiggly things from the ground. I stooped my head down low to the little paths in front of me and watched them slink around. I jolted my head back up after awhile of observing them and gave a question look to Bara. But I soon carried on and started doing what he was doing- pushing and maneuvering around the mud to form a castle. Of course mine were nothing like his, I still gave it a few tries. I then jumped up and tried finding my own little wiggly things. I put my snout to the dirt and slowly walked around, my nose twitching when I felt something beneath it. I snrpted, shaking my head a si lifted it and quickly looked back down. In one swift move I raked a paw against the dirt, loosening it. I dug one claw into the loose soil, and hooked the wiggly thing that was still half buried. I yanked upwards, at first the wiggly thing stretched until I pulled hard enough. It dangled on my claw, my sniffer instant ly went to the thing, it smelled of dirt and dampness. I looked to Bara as he made more castles, then back to the worm. I fell on my hind end, and raised the worm. My mouth opened, and moved the wiggly thing yo the inside. Clamping down, I awkwardly chewed on the thing. It wasnt anything special, but it was different. And I didn't mind. I gave a small snort and stood back up, trotting back over to Bara and his village. I sat down and began my own castle once more.
The young dragon chuckled and gave a wink. "Exactly!" This kid caught on fast! While the cub searched around for his own set of bugs the dragon continued on with what he was doing. He refined his castles a little bit more, even going so far as to add a couple of rocks to them to add to the appearance. The dragon just happened to glance upwards when the bear uprooted a little worm... and began to chew on it. "Hey hey! You can't eat the citizens! Who'll live in the village then?" The dragon placed one muddy paw over his face and shook his head. Kids...
"We'll eat them afterwards if you really want, okay?" With that he took his paw down and found the two worms. He picked them up and asked, "What do you want to name our two guys? Oh wait... excuse me," He gave a small chuckle. "Guy and gal? Hmm?"
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tagged: Grimmloch
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muse: 5/10
"Talking looks like this." Thinking looks like this...
Grimm jumped slightly at the sound of Bara's voice. Well shoot, he caught me!. He wasn't all that yummy, anyways, i mused, shaking my tongue. He was right. What would a village be without it's citizens, other than boring? I shot up and trotted around to him, standing on my hind legs to get closer to the wiggly things. I nudged my snout to one of them. Looks like a Rodger to me. I chimed, squinting at the wiggly thing then tilting my head to Bara, a brow lifting. He could name the other one. How 'bout this one, Bara, huh? I asked, my snouth lightly budging the other wiggly thing. What are these things called, anyways? I added. So far the only thing i knew about them was that they certainly didn't taste all that great.
"Roger it is then!" He nudged the little worm with a claw which caused the thing to wriggle about. Probably protesting its new given name and the fact that he was forced into a silly game but its probable-pleas were gone unheeded by the dragon who instead focused his attention on the other hapless victim. "Hmm..." He stroked his chin with a muddy claw, making even more of a mess on his face. The dragon was certainly not the cleanest being in the world and didn't seem to mind his muddy coat very much. "How about Flafella!" Almost like Flafe... His first ever sibling, he missed her dearly but there was nothing he could do about her absence. Perhaps they'd meet again one day.
He snapped out of the somber thoughts when he was questioned about the creature's identities. "These are bugs, worms to be exact." He looked around for a moment but there didn't seem to be anymore about. His gaze looked up towards the air and he was just able to make out something flying above, he pointed it out with one claw. "Like that up there, it's a bug too. A fly! Bugs are all around and if you're ever having trouble catching a meal then they're the way to go." He looked back at the cub. "They might not taste great but they can keep ya from starving."
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tagged: @Grimmloch
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muse: 5/10
"Talking looks like this." Thinking looks like this...
Rodger and Flafella it is. Now, with that aside, I jumped back up to my paws. Bugs? A meal? What's a meal? I questioned, wandering around the entirety of the village. Watching the worms wiggle about from the outside, i followed them around. What about you, bara. What Does a Bara eat? I looked up at him for a moment then continue following the worms. I was soon interrupted by a grumbling. I paused and my eyes grew slightly bigger. Looking down, I investigated, only to be left confused. What was THAT? I looked to Baratheon, then wandered over towards him as I kept my eyes on my stomach, which is where it seemed the sound originated. Did I do that? Is it because I ate that worm? I gave a short look of disgust at the after taste of the worm.
Bara stared at the cub for a moment. Was he serious? The cub didn't know what a meal was? Sure, he was young but really? It showed in his tilted head, creased brow, and upraised ears that he was incredulous. "Really? You don't--" He's just a kid. Give him a break. He shook his head briefly before answering with what he wanted to be a Booker answer. That is, something that wasn't laced with sarcasm at the cub's ignorance. "A meal is just something you eat in one sitting. Like if you caught a rabbit and ate it, that would be a meal. Or getting a mouthful of bugs, that would be a meal." There, no sarcasm at all. He was proud of himself.
"A Bara eats the same thing that a Grimm eats." At the rumble from Grimm's gut the dragon let out a laugh. "And I think it's time I taught you exactly what it is you eat." He stood up and walked over to Grimm, slipping a comradely wing over his shoulder. "Your stomach wasn't making that sound 'cause you ate the worm. It was making that sound because you're hungry! Come on, I'll show you how to hunt." With that he began to walk deeper into Cetus, intending to take the bear along with him. Then, after a moment his blood went cold. How was he to teach Grimm? As soon as they caught something and he caught a whiff of blood it would all turn into a disaster. Perhaps he could cover his nose and make sure the bear ate away from him.
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tagged: @Grimmloch
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muse: 5/10
"Talking looks like this." Thinking looks like this...
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