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the new horse model isnt that bad rly. it just matches the other aninals more!
But that's the problem that we have with what they've decided to do. Rather then improving all the other animals to make them look better, they're downgrading the better looking creatures to make them look simple and worse off. If they really want to improve things by changing how creatures look, why don't they use their texture creator to... how about... add more variety to mob skins? That way we don't see the same pink pig thousands of times over.
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While she was busy not being interacted with and feeling momentarily exhausted, Chisille had a little bit of time to think to herself. It wasn't really like she had much else to do anyway, apart from maybe snack on one of the oreos that had been scattered across the floor. Snatch. Crunch crunch. She still wasn't particularly excited over the taste of chocolate and sugar, but food was food and it was a lot better tasting then some things and was filled with a whole lot more energy.
If she were to have enough of them, there was a very high possibility that her 'bounciness' last night would be put to shame. Of course there might be need of an overly positive mood for such things to happen, but would that really be wise to do both at once?
With that little snack out of the way, or rather stuck in her teeth as her tongue worked to remove the little bits, she could go back to thinking. What on earth had caused her to behave as she did? This sort of thing had never happened before in her life before! A breakdown then an overwhelming desire to indulge herself in a floor's worth of crimson liquid, just before miraculously exhausting herself from healing an angry kid's stab to her lengthy scaled tail.
Everything she could come up with was just as confusing or random as the last. One or two thoughts made some sense, such as the Order once again manipulating her into doing those things just to embarrass herself or further whatever their goal was. Maybe it didn't even have to be the Order at all. Any one of those humans could've made her behave like that.
But no... even though it was strange, it had felt too real. There was a definite difference between mind manipulation and this. She couldn't be entirely sure what, and she wasn't particularly willing to find out. That would require being forced under the will of others even more.
Maybe it had been her? Just her? She still had no idea what she was capable of. Sometimes she could feel it bristling under her scales. Something flowing underneath like some untapped power.
Chisille then remembered what had happened just a few minutes ago. It was a feeling. That weird one. She had felt it before, she was just too busy being surprised to notice. The most recent time had been when she had shifted the colour of her scales somehow, suddenly blending into the woodwork. There was a funny little object she had touched and a wave of energy...
Bringing her mind back into the present, she felt much better now. It wasn't exactly perfect and she still felt a bit tired in every part of her body, but it would have to do. The glowing had stopped and now she looked normal. Perhaps she could spend a bit more time trying to figure out what was going on, but the only things she could think of was either drinking some more blood, or cutting herself to see what would happen. Neither really appealed to her right now.
Oh, another oreo. Crunch.
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Chisille continued to stare at her mildly glowing tail for a few moments longer. The weird sensations that flowed through her mind brought with it her usual sense of self-preservation that she had been missing for the past few minutes. These instincts told her that she would be better off elsewhere, away from any other humans in case whatever was happening to her wasn't particularly pleasant for her.
The weird sensations not only restored her instinctual desires to keep herself out of harm's way, but the soothing part of it had begun to calm down her wild mood swings. She still felt nervous and anxious about what was going on, however she didn't feel like she had to burst into any sort of wild outbreak of any sort of emotion. Her goal was plain and clear. Find somewhere where she could hide and properly examine what was happening without the constant looming presence of all the others in the hallway.
Unfortunately this would mean having to leave the sights of her friend Betty once again. She knew that part very much. Perhaps the little grey dragon would be calm enough to have Betty follow along to whatever quiet place she would wander off to. It would have to be within the confines of the mansion however. She might've been acting hysterical with a hint of bloodlust, but that didn't mean she was completely deaf to the constant chatter around her. Even with her abilities, wolves were still a threat in large enough numbers.
And so, taking one final glance at each and every person standing around in the hallway, with her final glance directed at Betty, she turned away from the group and walked off without a word. Another fancy two-legged trick with a door and it's handle later, and she was through.
It seemed the lounge room had a certain liking for appearing before her. It must be a sort of safe haven for little drakes or something. Looking around, she could see that her nest was still there along with the scattered bucket of oreos all over the floor. Maybe she could reclaim all of the biscuits later, but for now she had to take care of herself.
Chisille rested herself down on her pile of pillows and cushions and watched her tail again. Yes, the faint red glow was still there, radiating out from underneath her bandage. While it could still be seen by the naked eye, it was definitely dimmer then before. Chisille reached down, with a good tug or two she moved the bandage off of her sword cut. Surprise overcame her from what she saw. What had been a bleeding gash the night before was now a scarred line through her scales. It still had a little bit of work to go, hence the light seeping through the scar, but this was far beyond the speed she was normally capable of.
She patiently watched her tail for another minute, by then the light had stopped and the wound had been healed. Then came another sudden feeling to replace the soothing weirdness. Fatigue. Despite just waking up, a wave of exhaustion flowed through her forcing her to collapse onto the cushions. Turns out she had recovered far too rapidly, even for whatever had activated. A good 5 minute rest felt like it's needed.
So there the little dragon lay, watching the door she had entered from with one eye while patiently waiting for her energy to recover.
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While Chisille cried her eyes out, she had the chance to calm down and reassess the situation. 'What... am I doing? I can't break into tears every time something upsets me. It makes too much noise, it makes me vulnerable. I need to-' Her thoughts pause for a moment as her nose begins working it's magic again. She can smell something. It's incredibly familiar yet somehow sweeter then before. More appetizing. Her tongue stuck out and swiped across her upper lip, catching what had splattered on her face from before. It tasted... irresistible.
Her tears stopped flowing and her cries quietened down as she lifted herself back off the floor. She was focusing on her surroundings again and it didn't take long for her to set her sights on what she was suddenly after. Without any consideration for what the others were doing she moved over to the red stains all over the floor. Chisille paused briefly in realization at what she was about to do. 'I... can't really do this can I? But... but... I must. I need to. Why am I so thirsty? ... ...Ugh, it doesn't matter. I'm going to do this and nothing is going to stop me. Finally I'm going to get what I've been after. I just needed a little spark.' she thought.
And at that, she started to lap up the crimson liquid. She enjoyed it. Absolutely enjoyed it. She felt like she could just drink and drink until she burst. Her lips and snout were covered in red by now.
Chisille suddenly gasped in shock. Something within her was happening and it had come with a sharp burst of weird feeling, one which she hadn't felt before. She stared down at her shaking bloodsoaked paw as she could feel the unknown within her shifting, moving, awakening. The first visible signs of what was happening could be seen on her tail. The strip of cloth wrapped around her wound was faintly glowing where her injury was. She quickly turned around to witness this, feeling nervous and anxious about what she had done to herself.
However, she couldn't escape the feeling that what was happening felt soothing.
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Even without Boris making contact with her, she still felt the same way about everything going on at the moment. "Get off... get off get off get off..." she whispered to herself while her eyes darted from Boris, to the floor, to herself and back at him again. It was clear to anyone who could understand someone's emotions that hers was quite unstable. Repeating things that had already been responded to, the heavy breathing that didn't slow down and anything else that seemed odd about her implied large amounts of stress.
As Boris apologized for his behavior Chisille tried to listen to what he was saying, with difficulty. Talking to herself had calmed her mind down, forcing her self-assurance that Boris had backed off. However what he was apologizing for and what how he was once more declaring that he would not injure a single scale on her was making her feel... angry. He was so insistent that he was going to inflict no harm on her that it clashed with her knowledge of the world just like all the other times that someone had told her they weren't going to hurt her. She knew better then that. She HAD to know better then that! She... didn't know better then that, she had no idea how the world worked, and that's what made her anger rise. What she knew about humans being constantly challenged at every turn, and then when she was forced to feel things she didn't want to it just confirmed what she already knew, and then it went straight back to contradictions again.
And then came the speech... While Boris had tried his hardest to convince her he had made a grand error that he could not have known about. He talked too much. He talked something something friend, friend something... earache... then he kept going on as the pain angered her further. When he got
halfwaythe whole way through the speech, she snapped. Her tail rose up into the air then slammed down onto the floor as hard and loudly as she could, the spike leaving a clear imprint in the wood. Small trails of smoke started to rise from both nostrils."ENOUGH! ENOUGH! Stop this! All of this! Please! You say don't want hurt me but that's words! WORDS! I know humans but I don't! You always are mean to me, shout at me, run from me, attack me! Trap me!! That's what you do! That's all you ever do! You don't mean what you say when say you would not harm me but just... don't know!" She shouts at him with an upset growl in her voice. "Don't know anymore! Just don't know! Humans are nice but humans are bad! Can't tell who will hurt or who does not, and then! THEN...!" she shakes her head angrily at the next part she's about to say. "Make me feel what I don't want to feel! Make me think you nice! Confuse me more and more and more! Play with my thinking like it's fun! I try to not attack because you all kill me if I do! I hide because you find me and then hurt! I don't know what friend are, never had friend! Even if wanted one never had one! Don't want one because it will kill me! All words and can't tell if friend will kill me!" Several tears roll down her grey cheeks, washing away a little bit of the blood that had recently splattered on her face. "I'm scared! You all make me scared! Room full of humans and I don't know what will happen to me! You come up to me, scare me! Other one make me calm, but scare me more! Nothing but fear!"
And at that, she hurled a small ball of flame at the ground nearby that explodes surprisingly violently. It doesn't manage to hit anyone, but it's definitely going to be a problem soon. Chisille doesn't care though as she sinks to the ground and begins crying her eyes out, letting out loud draconic whimpers that would pierce through the hearts of anyone emotionally caring enough. In a way, it's sort of pathetic.
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Boris's words and his actions, particularly the part where he said he wanted to pat her drew all attention onto him. Even with the calming effects of Vernon's words, she was beginning to resist their effects. "No... these mind spells... I should not be calm right now! This isn't... how it's... supposed to be..." she thought quickly as natural instinct and a building hatred for being toyed with was fighting against Vernon's calming words.
Some sort of internal struggle started up. She thinks about everything that is currently happening right now and how it's making her feel, or supposed to be making her feel. At this stage from what's happened to her since she's been in Waise, it could be expected that she would just deal with it all. But she's just too overwhelmed for her age by what's been going on constantly with not enough time to adapt. Externally, she freezes in place like a stunned rabbit while Boris slowly extended his hand towards her. He meets absolutely no resistance until his hand finally reaches her.
Depending on where he manages to pet her, Boris either feels her smooth, hard and somewhat reflective scales or her softer but slightly rougher underbelly, so warm. Regardless of where he manages to touch her, the sensation breaks her mind out of the struggle she was having. Her eyes locked onto Boris' hand. Her breathing rate began to spike up as she realizes what is happening. She's not feeling calm at all anymore, all traces of the calming spell had been overwritten. "Get..." she starts. Her voice sounded breathless and panicky, and sounded like she was trying to tell him but at the same time begging him. "...off..." Those close enough can feel warmth radiating from inside her chest.
Whatever splatters of blood end up hitting her get completely ignored.
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Chisille's pondering over the source of the familiar smell she could detect was suddenly and loudly disrupted by Boris, who upon spotting her marched heavily over towards where she was hiding. Of course, such loud and direct behavior would immediately be thought of as aggressive by little Chisille, so her draconic instincts were to immediately run or fight the man.
Though instead of either of those options, she decided to stay put. Even when scared by Boris' behavior, she remembered that not only was she already behind someone who would be very willing to stop him, but running would mean getting lost once more. However she wasn't perfectly fine with all of this either. Whether she really knew it or not her tail had started quivering, visible to everyone. If Boris were to come even closer and frighten her more, it would be very likely that she would lash out with the bloodied spike on the end of it. The flames heating up within her chest was just in case that didn't work.
Thankfully for Boris, Chisille's defensive stance relaxed once Vernon's calming spell takes effect on her mind. Her tail stopped it's nervous quivering and her dragon fire cooled off in her belly. A light sigh escaped from her mouth. "More mind stuff... why me all the time..." she muttered to herself, looking away from everyone else as she said so.
After a short pause, she looked back up at Boris. Even though he was still acting scary, Chisille's current state of mind allowed her to answer his question, however because of what she had already decided upon, she figured it wouldn't be a good idea to tell him. Not only because it would get another human killed because of her, but it would also lead them straight to the one that would tell all about her murdering Fin. She cleared her throat. "None hurt me. Was my fault. Got scratched badly by thing." she lied.
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Chisille nods in understanding when Betty informs her what a physician is for. However as she thought about precisely what this means, she started getting more nervous then normal about the thought. Both Vernon and Betty were seriously suggesting that she should willingly go up to some human who knows this stuff and let them examine her injuries. To just... sit there and let them toy with her vulnerable state like that... she shuddered at the thought.
"Don't like idea of seeing doctor. Haven't needed them before, why now?" she asks Betty in a hushed tone, spinning her head around to get a look at the bandaged up part of her tail. The bandage was still holding strong, though it was clear that the wound was still bleeding judging from the redness of the cloth, just much slower then before. The pain was nothing new even though it was still uncomfortable. She often woke up from a good night's sleep feeling a bit sore when she used to be imprisoned. She never figured out why though.
When the group reached Ei, Annie, Jack and whoever else was still within viewing distance, Chisille changed her position from next to Betty to behind her instead. Too many new others stood before her, including Vernon. She caught a strong whiff of someone that smelt oddly familiar, even though she didn't recognize anyone directly before her. In between her nervous glances and constant checks of the others behavior, she narrowed the scent down to two individuals. The cloak wearing Annie, or Ei.
Chisille couldn't quite pinpoint when or where she recognized the scent from previously, and she was not feeling brave enough to figure out which of the pair was the culprit either.
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With just talking happening between the pair of humans, Chisille didn't really have much to do apart from just watching and listening, not just to the conversation in front of her, but to the other occurrences around the mansion as well. The explosion vibrating through the floorboards and up her legs was obvious to everyone, though what wouldn't have been obvious was the certain smell that she could detect wafting into the hall. Being forced to live with a wizard taught her certain things, like what the smell of an alchemical formula exploding was like. Usually it didn't smell like fresh pine, but it always had something about it when it went wrong.
'More reasons to keep alert I suppose, not that I'm ever going to stop needing to look in this place... There are smells of humans and... other things everywhere. So many of them in this place. We should leave when we can...' she thought to herself as she noticed that Vernon was watching her quite intently. He seemed to have this particular look on his face, though she had absolutely no idea what it could mean. In any case, being watched like that halted any intentions of going up to him and giving him a nip. 'I wasn't really going to do it anyway, so... why did I even think about it?' she mentally sighed. 'Must be to do with all that mind stuff that's been going on. Has to be.' she assured herself.
As Vernon turns to leave down the hall, she figures that's her and Betty's cue to start leaving as well. Provided Betty follows as well, she sticks close to her. Not too close though, she might be friendly with Betty but there's no reason to smother her legs with her own scales. Along the way Chisille looks up at her farm girl companion. "What's a physician?" she asks in a barely audible whisper.
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Chisille can feel her senses once more going on edge as she sees Ezra and Vernon's fight break up, preparing herself for when Ezra might return and finish off the fight. However until that time comes, she has Vernon himself and Betty to address. With the presence of another unknown humanoid nearby, the shy feeling when it came to talking peaked again, so instead of saying anything in reply to Betty asking if she's seen him before, she simply shakes her head before returning her attention to Vernon.
With Betty's threats to get information out of Vernon, he had responded by warning them that it would be worthless to do so. Chisille didn't exactly want to beat them up for information anyway, so she felt somewhat relieved at what he said. Just like the previous question, she kept her mouth closed and let Betty answer. She figured that letting her speak for the both of them wouldn't have any catastrophic consequences if it was just introductions.
Though Chisille did have a strange thought at the back of her mind that she couldn't get rid of, just lingering for the moment. She sorta wanted to bite Vernon. Not savagely though...
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Spect scoffed at the lock. "Who would bother to keep something like this locked? Unless it's got something quite important... or personal inside..." he said to himself. Looking around the room, he wondered where such a key could be. The desk could be promising, so he examined the furniture piece in case it has any drawers or other storage compartments. Even if there are none, he also searches the top of the desks as well, moving aside some of the books as he searches.
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Spect sighs when he opens the first book, quickly setting it aside before opening the second book. "Well then, it looks like someone is definitely trying to warn people about something. If I knew how, I would take it's advice." he whispers to himself. "To be fair, I would do that regardless of what a book tells me..." he continues as he closes the book. He would prefer it if the next ones have more useful writing.
And they sort of do. 'Blunt Weapon' might not have been the most useful words, but it was certainly more use to him then some completely unrecognizable dialogue or the same cryptic warning over and over again. Spect decided he would keep the book for a bit longer, but after several seconds of vainly attempting to shove it into his pockets, he ends up carrying it under one of his arms.
His next task was to open up the closet nearby. Just a few seconds to check wouldn't really hurt his progress of searching the place.
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As Spect wanders into the next room, he is much more satisfied with what he sees in this place compared to the previous. The books over on the desk could be a great start to searching this room, since it would let him understand a bit more of where he had ended up. Without much delay, he strolled over to the desk and examined a few titles and first few pages, trying to figure out what exactly they were for.
The closet would come next if he couldn't really find anything useful, or even read the books. Particularly if they were blank.
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Spect suddenly woke up, his eyes snap open as some movement caused by the awakening makes a few toys on him fall off. Examining his surroundings, he isn't entirely sure whether to believe his eyes or not. "Well this is... new. I don't remember pretending to be a kid." he says to himself as he lie there, not really bothering to get up just yet.
A minute or so passes by until he finally makes up the decision to get out from under the pile of toys, brushing off any dust he might've gathered while lying on the floor. "Can't be someone pranking me, I don't have any friends that are into that sort of thing... or can drag me around without me noticing. Oh well, better see where I've ended up." he continues as he walks about the room, casually opening anything he can and looking inside them. He doesn't expect much to be here, considering what the rest of the room is.
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Character Name: Spect
Character Pronoun: He
Character Appearance: Brown eyes. Short, neatly kept orange hair. Slightly smaller then the average height. Wears a grey jumper with white lines around the waist area, brown trousers with a pocket either side, slightly worn grey and black shoes, and a thick metal bracelet on one arm.
Extra Info: Spect has a mild fear of being buried alive or anything that could be poisonous, enjoys staring into a fireplace for hours on end, and he loves to put as many cubes of ice into a drink as it can handle before spilling.
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It was a good thing that Betty moved so slowly when she approached Chisille, otherwise she would've moved back away from her, even after sleeping right on top of her. When Betty patted her cheeks, she could feel the small armoured studs that dotted her face, far harder then her smooth scaly skin. Chisille wasn't entirely keep on having her cheeks patted, but the chin scratch was appreciated. However she backed off a little bit when she went in for a kiss on her little snout, though she did not move back far enough and ended up getting kissed anyway.
Unfortunately, even though Betty was trying to be all gentle and kind to her, the large amount of talking was causing another headache. Chisille resisted doing anything about it, as that would seem to Betty that she didn't want to be comforted at all. Truth be told, she definitely needed what Betty was telling her. She was glad that Betty was so incredibly willing to defend her, and even hear out her problems when it came to her nightmares. No one, not even the first proper member of her species has done that.
Then came the part where Betty suggested that they go and deliberately hunt down those that were responsible for forcing her do kill Fin. "I'm.. not sure if it was them. I was just lying down, and then I was angry. Didn't see any of those black figures come to me. Was probably them though... Not sure where they are, but must be close by to do this." she says, nodding at the first thing she suggests they do, confront Faux. 'No more running off for now, without Betty I have no hope of telling them that it was not me... and no help should they come and attack me. I hope that we don't have to move about through this place randomly because of those crazy doors.'
Now that that was out of the way, Chisille felt a lot less afraid of what might happen. Now that Betty had got up again, it was time to get going. The faster they could tell the others it was not her fault in the first place, the less chance that she would be attacked later, she hoped. Casually licking some of the dried blood from her mouth, she moved on over to the door she had entered the room by, twisting the handle and opening it up. To her surprise, it actually led to where it was supposed to. There were scents of other humans further away, so that's where they needed to go. However whatever fighting was out there was also in the way.