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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2016 4:06 pm
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azuredreams rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-4)
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moonjavas rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2016 10:03 pm
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Thorne had actually been sleeping at Leila's house for the last five hours, because, as he repeatedly snapchatted Chris, chicken hatching was happening. He had missed his boyfriend, and would probably snapchat him one hundred chicken pictures before returning home to terrorize him in person, but this was an event that took precedence now. Babies were on the way.
He roused at the sound of Jeremiah in the house, peering at the other man through a foggy haze of sleep for a long moment before his mouth stretched open into a loud yawn and he stretched his hands above his head before peering at the wiggling eggs and making an appropriate noise of happiness and reaching out to touch one gently.
"Good morning," he said lazily, to Jeremiah, too tired to be anything but cat-like, his clothes falling over his body in a rumpled display. He wore a cardigan over marled grey joggers and a black tank top, tattoos on display and another yawn making him look even more sleep deprived for the hour of the morning.
cibarium rubs my hands together what ridiculous name will thorne come up with
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2016 6:49 pm
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"Hey, Jer," Leila waved from where she was at the table. "Eve's not in, she's at the store for a bit." There were obvious notes of fatigue straining her voice, but she just as obviously didn't care how tired she was, and that was in all honesty Leila in her natural element -- something she hadn't been in tune with very much at all for months. In spite of her body's protests about it, she was brimming with energy. "I hope you're not just here on your lunch break, since -- ooh, look!"
After hours of struggle the first chick was pushing its way out. The sight of it was unglamorous. It was wet, floppy, with oversized feet and stringy bits still sticking to it.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2016 7:07 pm
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shibrogane rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 9:35 am
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lizbot rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2016 8:25 pm
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America arrived with a hurried flush across her cheeks, bright eyes, a little gift bag, and a double-take for Lady that was quickly replaced by an adoring gaze toward the tiny babiesssss.
"Oh my godddd! Am I in time?" A hawk's cry could be heard outside before the door closed, Mr. Bitterberry still wasn't sure, after intense debate, that babies weren't food and also his.
Catching sight of a tiny body plopping out, she adoringly commented, "It looks like an angry wet cat." Her eyes were practically sparkling at this.
Leaning in, America cooed, "You're a floppy little Miss SnootyToots aren't you, yes you are..."
cibarium America deems the chick a Miss SnootyTootsThe bag contains cute ribbons, doll-sized accessories, and some handmade tiny party hats. She's a firm believer in dressing up animals ok.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2016 8:27 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2017 8:23 pm
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Leila's guests had all returned home for the day before the final egg in the incubator began truly showing signs of the chick inside's struggle to break out. The other four had already acclimated to the brooder and, although they were huddled under the lamp sleeping off their day of adventure for now, it wasn't going to take long for them to start showing signs of personality. Naturally, Leila couldn't wait -- it was enough that she would, through the hours, occasionally peel herself away from the incubator and sidle into Lady's room to see if the other babies were up to something. They usually weren't. But it was just as good to watch them doing nothing as it would have been otherwise.
Sometimes Eve went in with her, and the smile that slowly lit up on her face when she got to hold one further cemented this day in Leila's mind as one of the best of her life. She'd loved Jeremiah's gift too, and would take it out and admire or fiddle with it during the lulls in activity in the different rooms. These lulls were pretty few and far between for someone like Leila. She had always been a tireless personality, and now she was tireless at counting the minutes and hours, and taking a new photo every time a new crack showed up in the last egg (the snapchat story was criminally long at this point).
Eventually, though, she slowed down. Instead of lurching over the incubator with her hands splayed on the table, she was hunkered down on the table with her head resting in her arms. It was around then the hatching conversely sped up: the chick inside got noisier and more determined as Leila tried not to nod off. But then one second she opened her eyes again to see a pile of shell scraps instead of an egg... and a half-dry chick stumbling about in circles inside the incubator. She'd managed a two-hour nap without meaning to.
And she would have hated herself for it, were it not for more important things taking place. Such as her last baby chicken finally breaking free, and already in the process of fluffing out into a lemon-colored one like Valiant. She lovingly watched as the down gradually dried off, taking yet more pictures in the process, and part of her was becoming aware something more was happening with this one than there had with the others.
Even though it was freshly hatched, Leila had already been chosen -- and she had chosen the chick in kind.
This bird was going to be her familiar.
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