Welcome to Gaia! ::

...Okay, so Quinty and I couldn't think of a title, okay?

This is a place for all your little animal friends to frolic freely under the watchful eye of our highly trained animal-sitters!

...That's me and Quinty.

And no, it wasn't formal training.

Don't look at us like that. We totally know what we're doing.

Anyways.

I'm Emmie, Emmy, or Emerald. Or, if you're feeling frightenly formal (whoo, alliteration) I'm EmeraldFury.

I could do a whole sphiel about myself, but seeing as you're just here to drop your little animal friend by, who really cares?

And that girl over there sipping black lemonade, listening to strange music, and glaring at all passerby?

Well, I mentioned Quinty, didn't I? That is my lovely friend Quintessentially_Hopeless. She's only a bit emo, okay?

And we'll be watching your animal pets for you today.

Now...

give us your money.

wink

Pet Roster!

Hector
Hector is rather standoffish. He is well aware that many people coo over him, and he loves it. Fiercely independant and mischevious, yet respectful to those who he feel deserve it. Those people do not include his owner or Quinty.
Species/Appearance: Cat/ Black with yellow eyes. Of the breed commonly known as Coco, at least here on gaia.
Gender: Male.
Owner: EmeraldFury

Zangara
Zangara, or Zangie, plays to the crowd. Flamboyant and cunning, he likes blowing smoke rings and swooping in circles around the sky. High-maitenance, but fun to be around.
Species/Appearance: Gwee Dragon.
Gender: Male.
Owner: EmeraldFury

Oswaldo
Oswaldo is a shy little Gwee at first, but warms up to people after they feed him. When there’s lots of people around he tends to hide. He is also relatively suspicious of people, perhaps why he’s shy, and will make them eat some of the food they are presenting to him before he eats it himself. However, after he has determined you aren’t trying to poison it, he will eat with gusto and beg for more. He spends as much time asleep as he does awake and has a weakness for sticky rice, the only food he will not force you to eat before he does.
Species/Appearance: Gwee Dragon.
Gender: Male.
Owner: Quintessentially_Hopeless

Zangara smirked slightly. The girl wanted him to stop flying? Very well, he'd stop. The dragon screeched to a halt in midair, dive-bombed groundward, and landed in Quinty's complex hairdo. He nestled in, got comfy, and was asleep within seconds.

Hector gave up on the girl's leg as a scratching post. It was useless anyways. Just like her. Still, she could do something worthwhile, couldn't she? He gazed upwards, giving his most alluring stare and trying to project his thoughts. Pet me.... then feed me.... then pet me again....

Through all this, Emmie stood to the side, watching amusedly. "Quinty, you seem to have your hands rather full over there," she called. "Would you like me to lend a hand?"

Emmie laughed quietly. "I'll get Zangie out of your hair... for a favor. Lemme listen to that Decemberists CD you've got that comes out in October and that I'm completely and utterly jealous of you for."

Taking the look on Quinty's face as consent, Emmie picked up the CD player, then called to her dragon. "Zangie! Look!" she reached into her pocket and dug out a compact mirror.

Zangara, who had been feigning sleep, swooped from Quinty's head, leaving her hair in utter disarray, and hovered in front of Emmie, staring adoringly at his own reflection.

Emmie smiled at her dragon, put away the mirror, then put on the headphones. As the Decemberists filled her ears, she lay back and closed her eyes. "You can handle things for a bit, can't you, Quinty?"

Emmy opened one eye. "Oh... does he? I fed him just a half-hour ago..." she reached for her kitty, who hissed. "But if he wants to eat again, I guess I can feed him..." she got to her feet and reached for the kitty food.

Hector sniffed the air over his food distainfully. Was it gourmet? It didn't smell very gourmet. But then again. Maybe he was just growing so accustomed to gourmet that it seemed normal. That would, of course, explain it.

Emmy wasn't paying attention to Hector's gourmet dilemma. She was staring at Quinty's half done hair with a small smirk on her face. "Quinty, would you mind if I took a picture and sent it to your hot emo boyfriend?"

"Oof." Emmy wrinkled her forehead in dismay. "This doesn't seem to be your day, Quinty. Look, I won't sent pictures to your boyfriend. I'll get Oswaldo his rice. You put some antiseptic on that burn, then relax for a second." She hurried to make Oswaldo his rice, neatly dropping a sprig of parsley on Hector's food as she passed.

Hector sniffed approvingly. Now there was no doubt his food was gourmet. He dug in happily.

Meanwhile, Zangara was busily perfecting his smoke rings. He saw that everyone else was being fed, and hurried over. He would expect his tropical key lime flavored gelatin, nutmeg-and-cinnamon sprinkled Rise Krispies, and rare steak smothered in onion and peppermint sprinkles. And he would expect it soon.

Emmy, busily preparing Oswaldo's sticky rice, groaned and then looked pleadingly at Quinty. She'd told her friend to relax, but she did need a little help.