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Nuri was wandering the coast of Matori, well away from the rest of the group of Oban warriors. He wanted to keep away from them while he could, knowing their tendency to be quite boisterous would most likely scare off any familiars. Despite him being here on behalf of the army, he was also in the area for a more selfish reason. He was on a mission to capture as many familiars as possible, as well as potentially finding one for Aseara.

And so, he hunted around until he discovered some of the creatures of the land. The coast was filled with creatures that appeared fluffed and with a padded tail. From what he could tell, they were Zanteer and they seemed calm and collected as they lounged about. There weren't many, and as Nuri approached they actually seemed more interested in him than he was of them. Surprised, he actually was able to approach one and brush his hands across its pelt, the creature preening as the others splashed about.

Settling back, he tried to touch another but it darted into the surf. Nuri watched a moment before a large splash from a tail flooded the air and hit Nuri in the face. His cloak and his pants were immediately soaked, and he let out a bit of a gasp before standing. The Zanteer seemed to chortle in its playfulness before drifting about in the low tide surf.

Gaping a moment, Nuri shrugged off his cloak and went into the surf himself, getting splashed in the process as he began to play a bit more with the animals in the water.


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When playtime was over, Nuri found himself covered with water and looking at a splashing creature before him. His whip and his cloak were still on land, and the day was beginning to wane. Soon, he would need to return to the camp so he could move on to the next Matorian island. It meant he had little time to persuade the creature to come closer in order to capture it and begin training.

It wasn't an easy job.

Already, he knew the Zanteer were swift in the water, their coat like oil as they slid around in a dance. What little touches he was able to land on the animal would brush right off, leaving it slipping right out of his hands. And so, he took to approaching slowly and cooing at the animal, a foolish effort if there ever was one. This was an adult, and they were much more keen to what was happening compared to a young whelp of a familiar.

As he got close enough to potentially touch the animal, it seemed to perk up and stare at him in turn. Just when his fingers would brush the fur, the Zanteer darted off into the deep waves, disappearing with the sun. Nuri let out a curse, before trudging back to the land and shaking himself off.


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