Just say G'day and you'll be right

Baird Byrne · 07-15-2012, 08:28 AM

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Word Count :: 610 Forward dated to 17.07.12 If that's ok? Optime form (loinclothed). Pan, Gelar and one pup around. Near the river/stream thing?

Life was a little quieter now with only one pup remaining. Pangari had more time to herself and was playing and racing with Gelar a lot more, leaving Baird to look after her remaining pup. He was no longer suckling and purely on meat now, slivers of whatever Baird or Pan caught went to him, but he was showing some hunting instinct himself, catching insects. He had caught a small bird yesterday and had proudly paraded it for Baird and Pan to see. The dingo was very proud of the pup, knowing that he would be able to take care of himself once he left Bairds care. What made Baird even more happy was that the pup had presented the bird to his mother, showing a sense of duty. He was glad that the pup had picked up manners from him and Pan, he would credit Gelar as well, but the bird was as uncouth as it was possible to be.

Just as Baird was thinking about his rude kookaburra companion the bird swooped down out of the clear blue sky and snatched the kangaroo jerky from his hand-paw. Baird shouted in surprise and anger, leaping from the ground in an attempt to catch the bird, but Gelar simply flapped his wings and moved out of range, the jerky disappearing down his gullet. "Gelar, ya Bludger! You try that again and I'll pluck ya pretty tail feathers!" He shouted up at the bird, all he got in reply was a disbelieving cackle from the bird. He shook his head and flicked his eyes to the pup, "Don't you go getting ideas from him." He warned the pup. The little one shook his head, a movement he had learned from Baird and Pan, this made the dingo smile again, he sure was proud of his little pups.

Baird looked up and continued his wandering, he'd heard that there were old human settlements on the south-western coast, he was fascinated by the old human ways and loved to explore, so that's where he was headed, if he met other canines on the way then that was a bonus. Before long he scented a nearby pack, it seemed he couldn't go a days walk without encountering a pack in this part of the world, but he didn't mind really; packs meant canines and canines meant friends, or at least trade opportunities. He glanced over at the quoll pup, maybe somebody wanted a pup for a pet, he wasn't sure if he could part with his last little pup, but then he knew that Pan was getting tetchy about having her offspring around all the time. It wasn't in a quolls nature to have the kids around. While he had been lost in his thoughts he had come upon the pack borders, his foot-paws had stopped him automatically, knowing that wolves could be incredibly territorial. He had no wish to anger any of the local packs and it was there that he dithered, did he want to call out for someone or was he happy to wait and skirt around the packlands, hoping to meet someone?

He chose the latter, turning to his left and walking along the border of the packlands, far enough away from the scent marks to be respectful, but close enough to be seen. Soon enough he came across a river and decided that he could do with a rest. He settled himself on the river bank, dangling his hot foot-paws in the cool water and watching as Pan decided to play with her last remaining son, splashing around in a shallow puddle to his left. Gelar came and settled on Bairds shoulder.

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Io Berlin · 07-25-2012, 01:27 PM

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sorry for the wait and length~ and yes, that's cool~

Io, for all her flaws, had arrived at the point in her two months until puppies that she most disliked. The doubting and full blown depression. Not like she wasn't brooding and depressing as a default. But with all her mistakes with Dymtr and Jandro gave her more to brood about that ever. And that was on top of her quarrels with Jaroslaw, which automatically pulled up the subject of Sarajevo into the row. Confinement to secui form was another thing she was annoyed about. Although she'd never do this in any other form (for it was the body she felt strongest and most comfortable in. Thick coat and muscles) it made her job, tending the animals, near impossible. Jaroslaw could only help so much, he had his own tier to work in after all. Although the burden had been lifted with the addition of Unatsi.

The hybrid paced along the border trails in a mild huff. A scent caught her nose and she followed it, because it was foreign and in her territory (or as she saw it, AniWaya was her pack, the place she pledged loyalty to). As she approached a tan male, cluttered with strange animals, she spoke. 'You are near AniWayan lands' it was a heavily accented statement, but one without warning. Bland and patient.

Baird Byrne · 07-30-2012, 10:04 AM

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Word Count :: 312 Sorry for the wait and crappy post sweetheart.

White rimmed ears picked up on the sounds of anothers approach, he moved his head around slightly to glance over his shoulder, verdant orbs flicking over the large secui form of a thickly furred red and white collie looking canine. She stopped not too far away and simply stated that he was on the borders of Aniwaya. He smiled to himself and gave a low chuckle, he twisted as he stood, turning around to face the secui. He bowed his head and cocked it to one side in a single movement, her tone was neutral and fairly bland but her body language shouted that she was pissed about something. He decided not to verbally prod the woman, he had found that females tended to become offended easily and some would attack. He wasn't looking for more scars and he had his animals to think of. He had to take a moment to rein in his sarcastic tongue, he was helped by Gelar, the bird running his large beak through Bairds face fur and then giving it a sharp yank. The dingo gave a wordless cry of pain and flapped his hand-paw at the kookaburra, the brown and white avian took off from his shoulder and cackled loudly as he found a tree to rest in. "Jammy bugger!" He muttered before turning his attention back to the bi-coloured woman. "Ah, sorry about him." He rubbed his face where Gelar had bitten him and sent a smile the womans way, "Am I too close to the border? I caught a whiff and thought I was far enough away. I can move on if you want?"

He glanced over to where Pan and the pup had been playing to see both of them running towards him. They clambered up his body to curl themselves around his neck, two pairs of beady eyes staring at the stranger.

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Io Berlin · 07-30-2012, 04:35 PM

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OOC

Her body tone remained neutral and unwavering as the bird seemingly attack the stranger, and a foreign (at least to Io) curse phrase left his maw. She blinked, slowly, and nothing more. He apologised and Io shook her head, 'The animal has control over itself, not you. It is no horse...' She didn't want an apology, it was a dumb bird and not like a trainable and controllable horse. But, too worn out to argue, she shrugged in response. It was a horrible feeling, the type that sinks you and never goes away. The reason for it was the fact that Io was turning out just like her mother. Children that hated her, a mateship in shambles. At least her mother keep her extra marital activities private. Io felt that Jaroslaw at least deserved that.

'No' Io said simply. 'You are not to close. I jsut thought I would inform you just in case...' There was no malice in her tone or body language, just exhaustion and sadness. Silver eyes glanced to the strange creature beside him, and with not a moment of hesitation, she spoke. 'What is that?'

Baird Byrne · 07-31-2012, 08:55 AM

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Word Count :: 283 Ugh, awful post

Baird chuckled at the womans words, it was true enough that he had no control over Gelar. If he had picked the bird up as a chick he could have trained him like he'd seen other dingoes do with raptors, but Gelar had been full grown when he'd befriended the bird, he couldn't train him now even if he wanted to. He nodded sagely, "Fair dinkum, he ain't no brumby." He shot the bird a look, the glance promising minor violence later. Gelar simply laughed in response, preening his feathers dismissively. Baird shook his head a little and chuckled, rubbing his cheek again, the spot still a little sore.

Baird appreciated her telling him that he wasn't too close to the borders, but close enough to be noticed, he bowed his head to her and gave his tail a quick wag, "Thanks for the heads up." He grinned. Her abrupt question caught his attention as the quolls scaled his body. He felt the little pup snuggle against his face and he lit up, the quolls, being from Australia, were one of his specialist subjects and he could talk about them at length. He decided not to bore the ears off of the female before him and simply stated, "They're Tiger Quolls, from Australia." He pointed to the larger of the animals on his shoulders, "This is Pangari, she's an adult quoll and my companion." He pointed to the other, smaller quoll, "This one's Pans' sprog. He needs a new home if you're interested?" He asked, hopeful that the woman would take the little bundle off of his paws, better to get him gone than have the pup linger and become one of the family.

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Io Berlin · 08-01-2012, 04:20 PM

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OOC

Io's ears and eyes twitched at the other male's words. Understanding most of them, but stumbling over the slang words mentally, after all English wasn't her first language. Nevertheless, she nodded confidently, practically unable to show any un sureness. Heads up... Her mind motored silently across the saying and then she spoke, now confident of it's meaning after searching her mind. 'It is no problem. Physical confrontation would not be at risk here however, we wish to keep our borders safe'. Her words were neutral, more welcoming than before but only slightly friendly.

She listened intently to the male speak of the creatures. Just the sheer exoticness was reason enough for her to say yes. But, moving forward, silver eyes pointed at the small creature almost hypnotically, Io questioned, 'Does it do anything?' Red ears lifted in order to hear a response while she looked at the small, otter looking creature. They flickered between the pup and it's parent. She couldn't say she'd ever heard of a tiger quoll, Australia was a long, very long, way away from eastern Europe.

Baird Byrne · 08-07-2012, 08:53 AM

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Word Count :: 258 Apologies for the rubbish post, completely forgot what i write before the deletion.

Baird nodded as the other spoke of keeping their borders safe, he could appreciate that, but he was also happy that he was in no danger at their borders. He resolved to keep a fair distance from borders in the future, unless he needed anything and was prepared to call that is.

He pulled the pup from his shoulder, his large hand-paw engulfing the little animal. he flipped the pup over in his paw and held him belly-up, using his other paw to tickle the pups belly with a careful claw. He smiled as the pup laughed, tiny squeaks bubbling from the pups throat. The quoll tried to wriggle out of Bairds hold, but failed, then attempting to bite the dingo by twisting his head and neck around, small jaws working overtime as he tried to gnaw the dingoes finger. Baird chuckled, "Do anything? At this age not too much but look cute and cause mischief." He gave the pup a tap on the nose, startling him from his mission to injure Bairds finger, making the pup sneeze in the process. He glanced up at Pan, "When they get as big as Pan they make fair hunters. I've seen her take a full grown rabbit before, but mostly they'll take small birds, rodents and lizards. They make good ratters." He said, trying to big up the quoll as much as possible. He raised his verdant eyes to the red and white woman, trying to assess how close she was to accepting the pup, what he saw there was promising.

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Io Berlin · 08-07-2012, 10:22 AM

I can cache your post if you want?

Io's ears flickered with the movements of the small quoll pup. 'Mischief?' she echoed, raising an eyebrow with an amused smirk. 'Remind me to craft a cage' she mused mentally, looking up to them golden male and smiling. 'A hunter you say? Well, extra food is most welcome' she commented softly. Silver eyes floated down to the smaller creature and back up to the bigger adult. Rats were a common enough problem for livestock tenders and having something to hunt them would be useful enough. Especially if it was exotic like these tiger quolls.

Having secured in her mind that the creature had use aside from being cute and rare, Io was much more happy with her prior made decision to take up the offer of a new pet. But of course she still had questions to ask, though they were insignificant ones. 'How easy are they to train?' she asked, silver eyes moving back up to the golden male.

Baird Byrne · 08-12-2012, 12:26 PM

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Word Count :: 316Crappy post

Baird chuckled as the other canine smirked and raised her eyebrows, questioning what he meant by mischief, "He's still a pup yet, he likes to play and they get a little bit boisterous sometimes, but a quick telling off'll put 'im straight." He said. He thought he had the quoll pup sold to her by the way she was talking, he couldn't help the grin that spread across his muzzle and the frisson of excited energy that tingled down his spine as he made more and more connections in this strange new country.

Her voice came again and he flicked his ears forward and shrugged his shoulders in answer, "Pan took to hunting like a duck to water. It's something they do naturally and because you'd be his new mummy he'll bring it straight to you. Minimal training really." The pup looked at Baird in confusion, he seemed to be registering some of the dingoes words, having picked up bits and pieces of High speech from his large canine friend, he could understand that Baird was talking about him and he didn't know why. He chirred at the dingo who simply rubbed his belly with a gentle finger. His chocolate eyes moved to his mother who seemed to be happily asleep in the nook of Bairds neck, he craned his head around to look at the red and white canine that Baird was talking to. He wriggled around in Bairds hand-paw and cocked his head to one side, eyeing the strange canine curiously. He chirped at the woman and reached out a paw, almost asking for a cuddle.

Baird smiled affectionately at the pup, knowing that what he wanted was to feel the fur of the stranger, this little pup was fixated on fluffy things, loving the feel of soft fur or feathers, so the long red and white fur of the other was intriguing to the pup.

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Io Berlin · 08-12-2012, 03:47 PM

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close this soon? and pp of le quoll, because he's mine now~~ this is also very short and icky

Boisterousness from a small animal wasn't something Io couldn't handle. She'd cared for puppies before. Male mostly, and weren't males more ambitious than females? 'So they are like cats?' she questioned, 'They chase by default?' That certainly was useful, it would be easier than chasing rats herself. Smaller creatures could get into smaller places and that meant Io could do her job without interruption. Her white tipped tailed flickered happily behind her, a sign that she'd fully accepted the deal. 'What do you need?' she questioned.

The hybrid leant down to the quoll as he stuck his paw out. She almost felt cruel to steal him away form his pseudo family, but he'd surely be happy in AniWaya. Io held her own paw out to him as he wiggled away from Baird and towards her. Her sniffed at her paw gingerly, before propping himself up on to paws. With a glance back to Baird, he clambered up upon Io, crawling up her front leg and roosting happily between her shoulders. 'I think he will be fine...' Io mused, peering over her shoulder.

Baird Byrne · 08-27-2012, 07:11 AM

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Word Count :: 260 Finished? or would you like to post once more? Also, sorry for the epic wait.

He nodded, "Kinda like a cat, yeah." He let the wriggling quoll pup go and watched as he approached the secui woman, hopping up onto her paw before scrambling up to settle between her vast shoulders. From there the pup chirruped at Baird, the dingo man shooting a smile his way, "Comfy?" He asked the pup, happy to see the pup having fun. He looked to the woman as she offered something in return for the pup, Baird shook his head, "I don't need anything in return for him, I'm just glad he has a safe place to live." He could feel the grin as it slipped onto his muzzle, it seemed that was his default facial expression, he nodded at the other as she voiced her prediction, "I think he will be fine too."

Baird raised his paw to Pan, the quoll coming awake slowly, her bleary eyes looking up to her friends face questioningly. The dingo flicked his green eyes over to the secui woman and the quoll happily settled on her back. Pan chirped happily and raised a paw to wave at her offspring, it was a very un-quoll-like action but one she had picked up from hanging around with Baird for so long. The dingo man nodded at the woman and voiced his farewell; "Thanks for taking him on. Guess I'll see ya around." He wagged his tail as he walked backwards for a bit, watching the pup with the woman before turning and walking away, Gelar swooping low over his head as they all set off.

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