Tavast rumbled loudly as another person got between him and the other human. When she spoke. He did back off - not a lot, but enough to show he wasn't in the mood to fight. Slinking back to put a body length between him and the humans again, he tried to present the smallest silhouette possible, bringing his wings in close and tucking his tail against his frame. His muscles coiled as he got ready to attempt to go airborne if the security officer got any funny ideas in her head about using force.
<Still hungry...> He groused, Flapping his wings slightly, fanning the group of people standing nearby - before finally laying down in front of them and laying his head down in front of his claws like a kicked puppy.
His claws started kneading the soil beneath them, and he desperately wished for some stone to sing right about now.
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Name: Tavast Species: Obsidian Dragon Park Location: Monster Mountain Physical Description: He looks pretty much like this: DRAGON! He's about 15 feet tall from ground to horn tip. Wing span is about 30 feet, and is about 20 feet from snout to tail. Brief Character Profile: Tavast is a very laid back - if curious dragon. Though honestly, he's more likely going to spend his time sunning himself near the crater lake or singing to the stones to build himself a proper den. He has more interest in other creatures than humans however, but will watch humans from a distance as long as they don't approach.
Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 11:19 am
Zane realized his insurance wasn’t going to cover death by dragons.
He also figured that this wasn’t going to work out like how it did in How To Train Your Dragon. What, it was a family movie ok.
Zane knew he would one day too soon regret holding on to his pride and dignity, but he was determined not to shed any of his manly tears. He had considered running back to the SUV, except that never worked out well in the movies. The other dragon on the other car was a clear example of that. He may or may not have come to the final conclusion that the cube was worth it.
Except Ms. Thomas was here to the rescue. He’d write her a letter of appreciation later. Provided she could keep all of them alive.
Just as he was about to take the cue to get away (but not too far away from the handlers), the dragon started acting all coy and… ???????
The 45 year old architect had lost his ability to can.
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Congratulations on breaking him.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 11:43 am
As the beast backed off she gave it an appreciative smile(that she did not offer to the guests. They didn't know this was luck more than anything.) and offered a far more calm tone. "Good dragon." Eyes shifted to Mr. Warren at that point. "You brought treats or toys or something in that bag right? He's well behaved, praise him a bit?" She wasn't above showing the creatures good behavior meant a plus for them.
She then glanced over her shoulder, though only briefly as she was still wary of the scaled beast. "Don't worry, they're all well behaved enough. They're just not used to so many visitors at once." Sell it they said. Explain how 'safe' this was. Which was totally why she got between the giant beast and the guest. Then back to looking at the dragon briefly as he flapped his wings a bit and nodded.Showing off was fine, she was ok with that.
Just no maiming. As she'd said. Tavast was such a good dragon he deserved his treat. You know, assuming the handler had a good one for him. "See if Mr. Warren has something for you, he'd know what's most suitable." She added with a respectful look. She knew the thing was far more dangerous than she, just that she had a trick up her sleeve it couldn't stop. That wonderful remote.
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Good dragons get praise. Praaaise.
poke mattix
Give it a treat if you have one?
Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 11:45 am
Kip bristled at Banshee's word. Was that a challenge? To think she could try and out do him! The nerve!
With an irritable squawk, the harpy hopped off of his branch glided down and overhead of the small group of humans. Most of which were still hidden away in the 'moving box.' He didn't stay airborne long however, and as soon as he was close enough, he dropped on top of the SUV and ruffled his feathers. :Stupid Banshee! You plan to hog the treats! Showed you didn't I?:
Anyone inside the vehicle would hear a light scratching on the roof as the harpy paced around in circles.
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Name: Kipper "Kip" Species: Harpy ( male ) Physical Description: here Brief Character Profile: A s**t disturber. Kip loves to piss off/pester/annoy both creatures and humans alike and will do it in whatever way he can. Whether its swooping down at them, sitting perched on their backs, clawing them, and more, he'll do it.
Tavast snorted and continued to dig his claws into the dirt, leaving nice big divots in the soil as he pretty much just made a mess of the ground. He was grumpy, bored and hungry - not a great combo for a Dragon. He was half tempted to mess around with the humans some more anyway - that was, if the security officer hadn't been there.
She had him sufficiently cowed - for now. Praise would be good - but what he really wanted was food.
Watching the harpy land on top of another vehicle, much like the Frost Wyrm had, made him a bit more grumpy. They were supposed to be making the humans go away... not beg them for snacks...
Lifting his head up from the dirt at the woman's word - and her smile - he snorted but bowed his head all the same out of respect. He could have eaten her if he wanted to... But he knew that was a bad idea - he didn't want to feel pain.
Turning his attention back to the human he'd gotten up close to, he rumbled a bit louder, thunder rolling from deep inside his frame.
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He'd rather you all just go away >.>
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X3 MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!
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Name: Tavast Species: Obsidian Dragon Park Location: Monster Mountain Physical Description: He looks pretty much like this: DRAGON! He's about 15 feet tall from ground to horn tip. Wing span is about 30 feet, and is about 20 feet from snout to tail. Brief Character Profile: Tavast is a very laid back - if curious dragon. Though honestly, he's more likely going to spend his time sunning himself near the crater lake or singing to the stones to build himself a proper den. He has more interest in other creatures than humans however, but will watch humans from a distance as long as they don't approach.
Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 2:25 pm
Ian gave the strange dog a long slow look. He'd seen a lot of breeds in his line of work and it didn't look like anything he'd ever seen. It was less ******** scary than the dragons, that was for sure. It even seemed friendly, but certainly not friendly enough he felt particularly comfortable petting it.
There really were a lot of monsters here. So many it was difficult to keep an eye on all of them at once - a fact which was muddling his psychic energies to the point he couldn't seem to get a read on any of them.
And now there was what seemed to be a fight on the roof. They were probably all going to die.
Guest Name: Ian Weiman Guest Profession: Pet Psychic Physical Description: Tall, blond and lanky in a loose pink shirt that looks like a reject from a 70s glam rock band, left open to reveal a chest bristling with hair, over which is sprawled an absurd number of charm necklaces, gems, wardstone pendants and all other manner of knicknacks. On his wrists he wears what has to be hundreds of jangling gold, silver and what he assures are unobtainium bracelets and every dramatic wave of his hands is heralded by a clatter of metal. His hair is a halo of backcombed disaster and his eyes are remarkably pale blue. His mannerisms are reminiscent of a slightly mad parrot.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 3:15 pm
It didn't seem to be running, or getting defensive. Not like the handlers and security anyway. Perhaps this human wasn't something to be worried about? ...then again it wasn't offering food either. Not much better. Oh well, best to check. So rather than moving off the canine continued to creep closer, and if the human didn't run or make any sudden movements he was about to have an oversized nose right up against him sniffing.
The human didn't smell like the usual ones at all. Not like labs, other beasts, food, or whatever it was. Kind of weird. He didn't even seem to know what to make of them all.
Actually he was a bit curious of the new ones. So much that, assuming this human hadn't beat foot it away yet he was going to try and taste him. Just with a nice big lick upside the head of course. He knew better than to bite humans. That just landed you in a bad place. And a lot of pain.
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Sniff sniff. SNIIIIIIIIIIIIFF- Lick? If you moved back then you're just getting a confused look, but otherwise enjoy the cowlick hairstyle for a bit.
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Name: Fluffy Species: Cerberus Physical Description: Large wild looking black dog. On all fours comes to around the shoulder height of an average to tall height of a man. Built like a truck. Singled headed and perhaps a bit small for his species, but that makes him more 'manageable' for staff. Brief Character Profile: Doesn't care much about anything as long as you don't take what's his. If you try, expect that guard dog nature of his to kick in. He's very 'chill' and domesticated. Not really mean, just sort of aloof at times.
Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 3:31 pm
Caesar peeked, just peeked, out from behind his tree.
He was looking to see if the others were getting treats and he wasn't.
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Name: Caesar Species: Bigfoot Physical Description: He's a bigfoot. XD About 7'6", hairy and brown, ape-ish face... ya know.. BIGFOOT. Brief Character Profile: Caesar isn't very bright. He's fond of the handlers but not of many of the other creatures around. He's a bit shy with new people and has been working on being a productive (openly viewed) monster on the island. He's not fond of flash photography sad
Ian didn't move away from the dog or flinch, he was confident enough in his abilities as far as pets to hopefully extend it even to very very large examples of the same sort of creature. It didn't mean he didn't make a very worried face.
As far as scent, Ian smelled a lot like far far too much incense, expensive shampoo and cologne, some kind of illegal plant and cat. Like a lot of cats. Seventeen cats.
As he was licked, he broke the no touching rule and gave the creature a scratch behind the ears. "Aren't you an adorable little dawgie?" he crooned, tapping into his psychic abilities - or well guessed hunches. "I sense you are hungry~"
Dogs were always hungry. It was a well measured guess.
Guest Name: Ian Weiman Guest Profession: Pet Psychic Physical Description: Tall, blond and lanky in a loose pink shirt that looks like a reject from a 70s glam rock band, left open to reveal a chest bristling with hair, over which is sprawled an absurd number of charm necklaces, gems, wardstone pendants and all other manner of knicknacks. On his wrists he wears what has to be hundreds of jangling gold, silver and what he assures are unobtainium bracelets and every dramatic wave of his hands is heralded by a clatter of metal. His hair is a halo of backcombed disaster and his eyes are remarkably pale blue. His mannerisms are reminiscent of a slightly mad parrot.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 3:43 pm
Motion caught Len's eye.
Sasquatch.
Those might have been sparkles he was emitting. He aimed the camera at the hairy face poking out from behind the tree, carefully framed the shot, and clicked the shutter a few times, all while wearing a beatific smile.
Something about the smell kind of made him want to chase the human, or just bark at it. That never ended well though. Humans didn't seem to enjoy being chased around for some inexplicable reason. He liked chasing, it was fun. And then you caught things, if they resisted you made that stop, and took it back to your spot because it was yours.
And life was good again.
Fluffy sort of stood there smacking his lips a bit and rolling his tongue a bit after the lick. Stated funny too. Weird humans. Must be that guest type. Though it did scratch him behind the ear, so it wasn't too bad. He sort of stared ahead trying to process the taste further until a low grumbling noise escaped him at hearing 'dawgie.' He was not dragon food. Which was what he now associated the word with. Though the noise stopped a second later into a puppy grin, or what he hoped was it. It always looked more like a snarling wolf was looking at you when he did that. [Yes I like snacks do you have snacks?] He gave a happy bark before nearly knocking the man over as he tried to look for the obvious snacks he had to have at that point, sniffing even more eagerly at the human. [Where are they I bet I get snacks before they do!] He just happened to choose the right human apparently.
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Name: Fluffy Species: Cerberus Physical Description: Large wild looking black dog. On all fours comes to around the shoulder height of an average to tall height of a man. Built like a truck. Singled headed and perhaps a bit small for his species, but that makes him more 'manageable' for staff. Brief Character Profile: Doesn't care much about anything as long as you don't take what's his. If you try, expect that guard dog nature of his to kick in. He's very 'chill' and domesticated. Not really mean, just sort of aloof at times.
Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 3:51 pm
Caesar didn't like the mechanical shutter noise over and over again. Even from his hiding place he could hear it but.. but..
Snacks?
He merely stood there, not approaching but not hiding.
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Name: Caesar Species: Bigfoot Physical Description: He's a bigfoot. XD About 7'6", hairy and brown, ape-ish face... ya know.. BIGFOOT. Brief Character Profile: Caesar isn't very bright. He's fond of the handlers but not of many of the other creatures around. He's a bit shy with new people and has been working on being a productive (openly viewed) monster on the island. He's not fond of flash photography sad
Yes, there was no way these animals were animatronics. There was a certain weight of scent and a very distinct realness to the drool he now had in his hair that convinced him this entirely.
He was reminded of the wolfhound he'd counselled quite a long time ago and the way she used to over-eagerly bowl people over. He'd managed to help her resolve her issues with the design of her owner's living room before he collected his fee, and he had nothing at all to do with that man who got bitten much later. It was probably residual trauma. Hopefully if this chap was going to bite someone, it would be some unfortunate sod later.
Staggering backwards, just barely staying upright, he rummaged in his pockets, looking for something, anything to placate the clearly half starved creature before it decided he was made of meat. He found an old strawberry flavoured chewy sweet in the recesses of his robe, unwrapped it and offered it.
"Find your centre." he said sagely. "And then find it's. I think it's got a soft middle. Do you?"
Guest Name: Ian Weiman Guest Profession: Pet Psychic Physical Description: Tall, blond and lanky in a loose pink shirt that looks like a reject from a 70s glam rock band, left open to reveal a chest bristling with hair, over which is sprawled an absurd number of charm necklaces, gems, wardstone pendants and all other manner of knicknacks. On his wrists he wears what has to be hundreds of jangling gold, silver and what he assures are unobtainium bracelets and every dramatic wave of his hands is heralded by a clatter of metal. His hair is a halo of backcombed disaster and his eyes are remarkably pale blue. His mannerisms are reminiscent of a slightly mad parrot.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 4:02 pm
Len leaned on the side of the car. The sasquatch looked nervous, so he wasn't going to risk scaring it, but ...
Fluffy had no intention of eating people. Eating people was bad. Because then he got to visit the nice people int he labs with their rather unpleasant hobbies of making with the ouchies. He found that out when he's taken off an arm months ago in an eager attempt to get his meal.
It was an accident. Really. Though he found humans didn't taste half bad. Kind of like a rabbit when he managed to find one that hadn't been eaten already. He was convinced the humans let them loose form time to time to give them something to do. Not that it really satisfied them. Not the way his real food did.
Just that humans didn't taste half bad. Though the treat he was now being offered was likely not part of his proper diet either. Not that he knew what it was or cared. Humans only offered them proper food anyway. So, while eager as he was, he was careful only to lick up the sugary thing thoughtfully and try to munch it down. Which was more like just swallowing the tiny pill of a snack. Which was an odd flavor. Not really as satisfying as he hoped. But it was still his. [More?] The oversized mutt kind of pushed against the human at that point trying to nudge at where he'd pulled the other from before. Obviously he didn't intend to eat the human. Just harass it until someone made him stop.
Because it was working!
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Name: Fluffy Species: Cerberus Physical Description: Large wild looking black dog. On all fours comes to around the shoulder height of an average to tall height of a man. Built like a truck. Singled headed and perhaps a bit small for his species, but that makes him more 'manageable' for staff. Brief Character Profile: Doesn't care much about anything as long as you don't take what's his. If you try, expect that guard dog nature of his to kick in. He's very 'chill' and domesticated. Not really mean, just sort of aloof at times.
Name: Tavast
Name: Caesar
