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I wore it for a couple months, it’s in fair condition. There’s enough adjustment with the sport belt for up to like a 36” waist. Standard belt is a couple inches shorter. Includes light bearing enigma, rego concepts enigmod leg leash, medium sport belt, standard belt. Will ship with mounting hardware. $65 shipped
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I wore it for a couple months, it’s in fair condition. There’s enough adjustment with the sport belt for up to like a 36” waist. Standard belt is a couple inches shorter. Includes light bearing enigma, rego concepts enigmod leg leash, medium sport belt, standard belt. Will ship with mounting hardware. $65 shipped
2023.06.04 08:53 LoserZero Replacement parts after Toddler urinated on my computer
- I need to replace my Motherboard, CPU and Ram.
- I do some light MS office work, HTPC duties (Youtube, Amazon prime, Media playback)
- no gaming for the next 3 years (Dad duties), until I decide to introduce some games to my daughters, so will get a GPU then.
- I do a bit of Sketchup and Solidwork for 3d printing
- I want to run 4k HDR into the 65" Samsung TV and a Gigabyte 4k M32U.
- I live in Australia
The debate: 1. save some money, you don't need the latest H/W. Or 2. Spending some extra money makes for a more versatile build e.g. should gaming become a thing again, 120hz for the mu32u, upgrade to PCIe 5 M.2 Boot drive down the road. Thanks, BuildAPC!
to [PCPartPicker Part List](https://au.pcpartpicker.com/list/bBw9fv)
TypeItemPrice
:----:----:----
**CPU** [AMD Ryzen 5 7600X 4.7 GHz 6-Core Processor](https://au.pcpartpicker.com/product/66C48d/amd-ryzen-5-7600x-47-ghz-6-core-processor-100-100000593wof) $330.00
**CPU Cooler** [Noctua NH-D15 82.5 CFM CPU Cooler](https://au.pcpartpicker.com/product/4vzv6h/noctua-nh-d15-825-cfm-cpu-cooler-nh-d15) $0.00
**Motherboard** [Gigabyte B650M AORUS ELITE AX Micro ATX AM5 Motherboard](https://au.pcpartpicker.com/product/fFzhP6/gigabyte-b650m-aorus-elite-ax-micro-atx-am5-motherboard-b650m-aorus-elite-ax) $259.00
**Memory** [Corsair Vengeance 32 GB (2 x 16 GB) DDR5-5600 CL36 Memory](https://au.pcpartpicker.com/product/4kmmP6/corsair-vengeance-32-gb-2-x-16-gb-ddr5-5600-cl36-memory-cmk32gx5m2b5600c36) $154.06 @ Amazon Australia
**Storage** [Samsung 980 Pro 2 TB M.2-2280 PCIe 4.0 X4 NVME Solid State Drive](https://au.pcpartpicker.com/product/f3cRsY/samsung-980-pro-2-tb-m2-2280-nvme-solid-state-drive-mz-v8p2t0bam) $170.00
**Storage** [Western Digital Blue 8 TB 3.5" 5640 RPM Internal Hard Drive](https://au.pcpartpicker.com/product/9wXJ7P/western-digital-blue-8-tb-35-5640rpm-internal-hard-drive-wd80eazz) $0.00
**Power Supply** [SeaSonic M12II 850 W 80+ Bronze Certified Fully Modular ATX Power Supply](https://au.pcpartpicker.com/product/Bn3RsY/seasonic-power-supply-ss850am2) $0.00
**Monitor** [Gigabyte M32U 31.5" 3840 x 2160 144 Hz Monitor](https://au.pcpartpicker.com/product/Fm7G3C/gigabyte-m32u-315-3840x2160-144-hz-monitor-m32u) $0.00
*Prices include shipping, taxes, rebates, and discounts*
**Total** **$913.06**
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TypeItemPrice
:----:----:----
**CPU** [Intel Core i3-13100 3.4 GHz Quad-Core Processor](https://au.pcpartpicker.com/product/RdjBD3/intel-core-i3-13100-34-ghz-quad-core-processor-bx8071513100) $219.00 @ PCCaseGear
**CPU Cooler** [Noctua NH-D15 82.5 CFM CPU Cooler](https://au.pcpartpicker.com/product/4vzv6h/noctua-nh-d15-825-cfm-cpu-cooler-nh-d15) $0.00
**Motherboard** [Gigabyte B760 DS3H AX DDR4 ATX LGA1700 Motherboard](https://au.pcpartpicker.com/product/FKJgXL/gigabyte-b760-ds3h-ax-ddr4-atx-lga1700-motherboard-b760-ds3h-ax-ddr4) $206.00 @ MSY Technology
**Memory** [Silicon Power XPOWER Turbine RGB 16 GB (2 x 8 GB) DDR4-3200 CL16 Memory](https://au.pcpartpicker.com/product/Lb448d/silicon-power-xpower-turbine-rgb-16-gb-2-x-8-gb-ddr4-3200-memory-sp016gxlzu320bdb) $49.00 @ Mwave Australia
**Storage** [Samsung 980 Pro 2 TB M.2-2280 PCIe 4.0 X4 NVME Solid State Drive](https://au.pcpartpicker.com/product/f3cRsY/samsung-980-pro-2-tb-m2-2280-nvme-solid-state-drive-mz-v8p2t0bam) $170.00
**Storage** [Western Digital Blue 8 TB 3.5" 5640 RPM Internal Hard Drive](https://au.pcpartpicker.com/product/9wXJ7P/western-digital-blue-8-tb-35-5640rpm-internal-hard-drive-wd80eazz) $0.00
**Power Supply** [SeaSonic M12II 850 W 80+ Bronze Certified Fully Modular ATX Power Supply](https://au.pcpartpicker.com/product/Bn3RsY/seasonic-power-supply-ss850am2) $0.00
**Monitor** [Gigabyte M32U 31.5" 3840 x 2160 144 Hz Monitor](https://au.pcpartpicker.com/product/Fm7G3C/gigabyte-m32u-315-3840x2160-144-hz-monitor-m32u) $0.00
*Prices include shipping, taxes, rebates, and discounts*
**Total** **$644.00**
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2023.06.04 08:52 ShotCaller_OG Heating/lighting
Heating/lighting.
Hey guys. I currently have a 40 gallon breeder with 6 very young highland bronze froglets, and a 20 gallon (tall I believe..) with 2 very young pena Blanca froglets, and a 30x12x16 front opening Zoo med with 5 adult Mourning Geckos.
I talked to several people about this prior and was told that the light will hold a lot more heat than I think, and that's not the case.. Basically if I use a basking lamp (regardless of how high I hang it) if it's low enough to provide the desired heat, it's drying the tank out to quick, and I can't keep their humidity up.
I bought 4 little thermometehumidity readers, that had 4.7 stars with like 17k reviews. And they pretty much read the same. Their hanging out right around 70 degrees. (68-71)
I want them all as close to 75 as I can. So I did a few hours of research last night and bought a few thermostats.. I DONT UNDERSTAND HOW YOU KNOW IF ITS TRUSTWORTHY OR NOT. So I bought a heat gun with tons of reviews and 4.9 stars. Everywhere I scan pretty much shows as 68-70.
I set up a BN Link (BNQ-T7B (H)) And hooked up a "VIVOHOME Seedling heat mat 10"×20.75" " to the 20 gallon Tall. I set it to a low of 74, and a high of 77. (F) I put the probe through the lid, and let it hang about a half inch abave the substrate in the front right corner. The temperature is pretty steady 75 -76, and doesn't activate the mat very often. The tiny thermometer says 78.5, the thermostat says 76.6, and the heat gun says 75.6.
What do I trust??? Also, I don't know if the heat mat is working, because I don't understand the different between the basking lamps, and the strip lights. Right now the 20 g tall has a t5 zoo med fixture with a full length bulb in it, and it seems to provide a pretty steady amount of heat, but doesn't make anything hot. But when I shut it off for day night cycle.. back down to 63-67 (F)
In the Mourning gecko tank. I have the same pad, (but it's green..?) And the same under the 40 g breeder. Hooked up to a "LuxBird" dual thermostat. Set both sides to 75 low, and 78 high (F). They've been going for almost 4 hours hours now, and have come up to 70 degrees from 68.1, and 67.8. Now at 69.8, and 69.7 (F) I just watched one go from 70.1, down to 69.9 while typing this.. The probes are in very similar places. No lights on these guys right now. I know the Geckos need a basking spot, but is was drying the humidity up pretty quick. What do I do about that..? And then I just have a really low, small fluorescent bulb, in a lamp, over the 40 breeder for day time. Adds heat, but mayybee 1 degree at the most..
Please help. I have been pulling my hair out for 36 hours because I'm so stressed, and want to make sure these guys are happy as can be. Any heating ideas, Good thermostat recommendations, bulbs, anything!
How do you guys heat/light your dart frog/Mourning gecko tanks?
The catch is, my house stays at about 62-65 degrees. Otherwise they would stay pretty warm for the most part. I set my thermostat to 74 for the last few days for them till I figure this out, but I think the misting just keeps them at 67, 68 ish..
Thanks for any help in advance! Cheers!🍻
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Hey guys. I currently have a 40 gallon breeder with 6 very young highland bronze froglets, and a 20 gallon (tall I believe..) with 2 very young pena Blanca froglets, and a 30x12x16 front opening Zoo med with 5 adult Mourning Geckos.
I talked to several people about this prior and was told that the light will hold a lot more heat than I think, and that's not the case.. Basically if I use a basking lamp (regardless of how high I hang it) if it's low enough to provide the desired heat, it's drying the tank out to quick, and I can't keep their humidity up.
I bought 4 little thermometehumidity readers, that had 4.7 stars with like 17k reviews. And they pretty much read the same. Their hanging out right around 70 degrees. (68-71)
I want them all as close to 75 as I can. So I did a few hours of research last night and bought a few thermostats.. I DONT UNDERSTAND HOW YOU KNOW IF ITS TRUSTWORTHY OR NOT. So I bought a heat gun with tons of reviews and 4.9 stars. Everywhere I scan pretty much shows as 68-70.
I set up a BN Link (BNQ-T7B (H)) And hooked up a "VIVOHOME Seedling heat mat 10"×20.75" " to the 20 gallon Tall. I set it to a low of 74, and a high of 77. (F) I put the probe through the lid, and let it hang about a half inch abave the substrate in the front right corner. The temperature is pretty steady 75 -76, and doesn't activate the mat very often. The tiny thermometer says 78.5, the thermostat says 76.6, and the heat gun says 75.6.
What do I trust??? Also, I don't know if the heat mat is working, because I don't understand the different between the basking lamps, and the strip lights. Right now the 20 g tall has a t5 zoo med fixture with a full length bulb in it, and it seems to provide a pretty steady amount of heat, but doesn't make anything hot. But when I shut it off for day night cycle.. back down to 63-67 (F)
In the Mourning gecko tank. I have the same pad, (but it's green..?) And the same under the 40 g breeder. Hooked up to a "LuxBird" dual thermostat. Set both sides to 75 low, and 78 high (F). They've been going for almost 4 hours hours now, and have come up to 70 degrees from 68.1, and 67.8. Now at 69.8, and 69.7 (F) I just watched one go from 70.1, down to 69.9 while typing this.. The probes are in very similar places. No lights on these guys right now. I know the Geckos need a basking spot, but is was drying the humidity up pretty quick. What do I do about that..? And then I just have a really low, small fluorescent bulb, in a lamp, over the 40 breeder for day time. Adds heat, but mayybee 1 degree at the most..
Please help. I have been pulling my hair out for 36 hours because I'm so stressed, and want to make sure these guys are happy as can be. Any heating ideas, Good thermostat recommendations, bulbs, anything!
How do you guys heat/light your dart frog/Mourning gecko tanks?
The catch is, my house stays at about 62-65 degrees. Otherwise they would stay pretty warm for the most part. I set my thermostat to 74 for the last few days for them till I figure this out, but I think the misting just keeps them at 67, 68 ish..
Thanks for any help in advance! Cheers!🍻
2023.06.04 08:51 stupid_mutt_5 A pet I was given as a gift is dying and I feel horrible.
I don’t know if the NSFW tag is appropriate but I’d like to preface this with a warning for animal abuse/neglect, as well as me being a terrible writer so the fluidity of this story is probably gonna be unreadable. I was given a bearded dragon as a gift 5-6 years ago, I’ll call him Spike for privacy reasons. I didn’t do very much research before I asked my parents for a reptile because I was a lot younger and I didn’t understand the concept of responsibility very well. The lack of research led to Spike being bought from a Petsmart, which is infamous in the smaller pet communities to sell inbred or diseased animals, so he never ended up getting to full size. I was bought an enclosure kit from the same store with an incorrect lighting setup and sand substrate. I set up his tank and fed him any veggies I could find in our fridge that beardies could eat and worms that came in the kit. My older brother, who has severe mental health issues, would play with him violently, although never outright hurting him. He put Spike in a sink full of water to watch him swim, dropped him from random places, put him on remote control cars and drove him into walls, etc. I don’t blame my brother for the things he’s done because I honestly believe he’ll never have the mental capacity to understand that not every animal is as easy to play with as a dog, if you’re able to play with it at all, but I blame myself for allowing him to do the things he did. I might’ve been an impressionable 6th grader but I still think I should’ve known better. There are now kinks in Spike’s tail and he’s missing a claw because of it. The following year, I began having severe panic attacks and depression that had surfaced for the first time. Of course, if I had known I was going to have mental issues I wouldn’t have taken on the responsibility of a pet . Over the years it’s been increasingly more difficult to take care of Spike (cleaning his tank, feeding him consistently, etc.) and my parents berate me for being a “bad mother”, which only made it harder for me. Spike is now showing signs of a respiratory infection as well as MBD and I can’t take him to the vet for a couple of reasons, the most important of which are not being able to afford it, and being so unbelievably guilty for neglecting him. I’m afraid even if I did take him and they didn’t try to rehome him, he would be too far gone. All I can do is sit here weeping, watching him breathe and hate myself for letting the situation get this bad. All of the information I mentioned isn’t intended to excuse me from the way i’ve treated Spike or pass the blame onto someone else, it’s just an explanation I guess. I don’t want you to pity me, I don’t want you to blame my failure on someone else, I just want you to despise me as much as I despise myself. I still love Spike with all my heart and give him as much affection as I can, I just had to get this off my chest. I might update this when Spike has passed away, which I assume will be soon.
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2023.06.04 08:44 ShotCaller_OG Heating Lighting for dart frogs
Heating/lighting.
Hey guys. I currently have a 40 gallon breeder with 6 very young highland bronze froglets, and a 20 gallon (tall I believe..) with 2 very young pena Blanca froglets, and a 30x12x16 front opening Zoo med with 5 adult Mourning Geckos.
I talked to several people about this prior and was told that the light will hold a lot more heat than I think, and that's not the case.. Basically if I use a basking lamp (regardless of how high I hang it) if it's low enough to provide the desired heat, it's drying the tank out to quick, and I can't keep their humidity up.
I bought 4 little thermometehumidity readers, that had 4.7 stars with like 17k reviews. And they pretty much read the same. Their hanging out right around 70 degrees. (68-71)
I want them all as close to 75 as I can. So I did a few hours of research last night and bought a few thermostats.. I DONT UNDERSTAND HOW YOU KNOW IF ITS TRUSTWORTHY OR NOT. So I bought a heat gun with tons of reviews and 4.9 stars. Everywhere I scan pretty much shows as 68-70.
I set up a BN Link (BNQ-T7B (H)) And hooked up a "VIVOHOME Seedling heat mat 10"×20.75" " to the 20 gallon Tall. I set it to a low of 74, and a high of 77. (F) I put the probe through the lid, and let it hang about a half inch abave the substrate in the front right corner. The temperature is pretty steady 75 -76, and doesn't activate the mat very often. The tiny thermometer says 78.5, the thermostat says 76.6, and the heat gun says 75.6.
What do I trust??? Also, I don't know if the heat mat is working, because I don't understand the different between the basking lamps, and the strip lights. Right now the 20 g tall has a t5 zoo med fixture with a full length bulb in it, and it seems to provide a pretty steady amount of heat, but doesn't make anything hot. But when I shut it off for day night cycle.. back down to 63-67 (F)
In the Mourning gecko tank. I have the same pad, (but it's green..?) And the same under the 40 g breeder. Hooked up to a "LuxBird" dual thermostat. Set both sides to 75 low, and 78 high (F). They've been going for almost 4 hours hours now, and have come up to 70 degrees from 68.1, and 67.8. Now at 69.8, and 69.7 (F) I just watched one go from 70.1, down to 69.9 while typing this.. The probes are in very similar places. No lights on these guys right now. I know the Geckos need a basking spot, but is was drying the humidity up pretty quick. What do I do about that..? And then I just have a really low, small fluorescent bulb, in a lamp, over the 40 breeder for day time. Adds heat, but mayybee 1 degree at the most..
Please help. I have been pulling my hair out for 36 hours because I'm so stressed, and want to make sure these guys are happy as can be. Any heating ideas, Good thermostat recommendations, bulbs, anything!
How do you guys heat/light your dart frog/Mourning gecko tanks?
The catch is, my house stays at about 62-65 degrees. Otherwise they would stay pretty warm for the most part. I set my thermostat to 74 for the last few days for them till I figure this out, but I think the misting just keeps them at 67, 68 ish..
Thanks for any help in advance! Cheers!🍻
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Hey guys. I currently have a 40 gallon breeder with 6 very young highland bronze froglets, and a 20 gallon (tall I believe..) with 2 very young pena Blanca froglets, and a 30x12x16 front opening Zoo med with 5 adult Mourning Geckos.
I talked to several people about this prior and was told that the light will hold a lot more heat than I think, and that's not the case.. Basically if I use a basking lamp (regardless of how high I hang it) if it's low enough to provide the desired heat, it's drying the tank out to quick, and I can't keep their humidity up.
I bought 4 little thermometehumidity readers, that had 4.7 stars with like 17k reviews. And they pretty much read the same. Their hanging out right around 70 degrees. (68-71)
I want them all as close to 75 as I can. So I did a few hours of research last night and bought a few thermostats.. I DONT UNDERSTAND HOW YOU KNOW IF ITS TRUSTWORTHY OR NOT. So I bought a heat gun with tons of reviews and 4.9 stars. Everywhere I scan pretty much shows as 68-70.
I set up a BN Link (BNQ-T7B (H)) And hooked up a "VIVOHOME Seedling heat mat 10"×20.75" " to the 20 gallon Tall. I set it to a low of 74, and a high of 77. (F) I put the probe through the lid, and let it hang about a half inch abave the substrate in the front right corner. The temperature is pretty steady 75 -76, and doesn't activate the mat very often. The tiny thermometer says 78.5, the thermostat says 76.6, and the heat gun says 75.6.
What do I trust??? Also, I don't know if the heat mat is working, because I don't understand the different between the basking lamps, and the strip lights. Right now the 20 g tall has a t5 zoo med fixture with a full length bulb in it, and it seems to provide a pretty steady amount of heat, but doesn't make anything hot. But when I shut it off for day night cycle.. back down to 63-67 (F)
In the Mourning gecko tank. I have the same pad, (but it's green..?) And the same under the 40 g breeder. Hooked up to a "LuxBird" dual thermostat. Set both sides to 75 low, and 78 high (F). They've been going for almost 4 hours hours now, and have come up to 70 degrees from 68.1, and 67.8. Now at 69.8, and 69.7 (F) I just watched one go from 70.1, down to 69.9 while typing this.. The probes are in very similar places. No lights on these guys right now. I know the Geckos need a basking spot, but is was drying the humidity up pretty quick. What do I do about that..? And then I just have a really low, small fluorescent bulb, in a lamp, over the 40 breeder for day time. Adds heat, but mayybee 1 degree at the most..
Please help. I have been pulling my hair out for 36 hours because I'm so stressed, and want to make sure these guys are happy as can be. Any heating ideas, Good thermostat recommendations, bulbs, anything!
How do you guys heat/light your dart frog/Mourning gecko tanks?
The catch is, my house stays at about 62-65 degrees. Otherwise they would stay pretty warm for the most part. I set my thermostat to 74 for the last few days for them till I figure this out, but I think the misting just keeps them at 67, 68 ish..
Thanks for any help in advance! Cheers!🍻
2023.06.04 08:42 ShotCaller_OG Lighting/heating for Dart Frogs
Heating/lighting.
Hey guys. I currently have a 40 gallon breeder with 6 very young highland bronze froglets, and a 20 gallon (tall I believe..) with 2 very young pena Blanca froglets, and a 30x12x16 front opening Zoo med with 5 adult Mourning Geckos.
I talked to several people about this prior and was told that the light will hold a lot more heat than I think, and that's not the case.. Basically if I use a basking lamp (regardless of how high I hang it) if it's low enough to provide the desired heat, it's drying the tank out to quick, and I can't keep their humidity up.
I bought 4 little thermometehumidity readers, that had 4.7 stars with like 17k reviews. And they pretty much read the same. Their hanging out right around 70 degrees. (68-71)
I want them all as close to 75 as I can. So I did a few hours of research last night and bought a few thermostats.. I DONT UNDERSTAND HOW YOU KNOW IF ITS TRUSTWORTHY OR NOT. So I bought a heat gun with tons of reviews and 4.9 stars. Everywhere I scan pretty much shows as 68-70.
I set up a BN Link (BNQ-T7B (H)) And hooked up a "VIVOHOME Seedling heat mat 10"×20.75" " to the 20 gallon Tall. I set it to a low of 74, and a high of 77. (F) I put the probe through the lid, and let it hang about a half inch abave the substrate in the front right corner. The temperature is pretty steady 75 -76, and doesn't activate the mat very often. The tiny thermometer says 78.5, the thermostat says 76.6, and the heat gun says 75.6.
What do I trust??? Also, I don't know if the heat mat is working, because I don't understand the different between the basking lamps, and the strip lights. Right now the 20 g tall has a t5 zoo med fixture with a full length bulb in it, and it seems to provide a pretty steady amount of heat, but doesn't make anything hot. But when I shut it off for day night cycle.. back down to 63-67 (F)
In the Mourning gecko tank. I have the same pad, (but it's green..?) And the same under the 40 g breeder. Hooked up to a "LuxBird" dual thermostat. Set both sides to 75 low, and 78 high (F). They've been going for almost 4 hours hours now, and have come up to 70 degrees from 68.1, and 67.8. Now at 69.8, and 69.7 (F) I just watched one go from 70.1, down to 69.9 while typing this.. The probes are in very similar places. No lights on these guys right now. I know the Geckos need a basking spot, but is was drying the humidity up pretty quick. What do I do about that..? And then I just have a really low, small fluorescent bulb, in a lamp, over the 40 breeder for day time. Adds heat, but mayybee 1 degree at the most..
Please help. I have been pulling my hair out for 36 hours because I'm so stressed, and want to make sure these guys are happy as can be. Any heating ideas, Good thermostat recommendations, bulbs, anything!
How do you guys heat/light your dart frog/Mourning gecko tanks?
The catch is, my house stays at about 62-65 degrees. Otherwise they would stay pretty warm for the most part. I set my thermostat to 74 for the last few days for them till I figure this out, but I think the misting just keeps them at 67, 68 ish..
Thanks for any help in advance! Cheers!🍻
submitted by ShotCaller_OG to Amphibians [link] [comments]
Hey guys. I currently have a 40 gallon breeder with 6 very young highland bronze froglets, and a 20 gallon (tall I believe..) with 2 very young pena Blanca froglets, and a 30x12x16 front opening Zoo med with 5 adult Mourning Geckos.
I talked to several people about this prior and was told that the light will hold a lot more heat than I think, and that's not the case.. Basically if I use a basking lamp (regardless of how high I hang it) if it's low enough to provide the desired heat, it's drying the tank out to quick, and I can't keep their humidity up.
I bought 4 little thermometehumidity readers, that had 4.7 stars with like 17k reviews. And they pretty much read the same. Their hanging out right around 70 degrees. (68-71)
I want them all as close to 75 as I can. So I did a few hours of research last night and bought a few thermostats.. I DONT UNDERSTAND HOW YOU KNOW IF ITS TRUSTWORTHY OR NOT. So I bought a heat gun with tons of reviews and 4.9 stars. Everywhere I scan pretty much shows as 68-70.
I set up a BN Link (BNQ-T7B (H)) And hooked up a "VIVOHOME Seedling heat mat 10"×20.75" " to the 20 gallon Tall. I set it to a low of 74, and a high of 77. (F) I put the probe through the lid, and let it hang about a half inch abave the substrate in the front right corner. The temperature is pretty steady 75 -76, and doesn't activate the mat very often. The tiny thermometer says 78.5, the thermostat says 76.6, and the heat gun says 75.6.
What do I trust??? Also, I don't know if the heat mat is working, because I don't understand the different between the basking lamps, and the strip lights. Right now the 20 g tall has a t5 zoo med fixture with a full length bulb in it, and it seems to provide a pretty steady amount of heat, but doesn't make anything hot. But when I shut it off for day night cycle.. back down to 63-67 (F)
In the Mourning gecko tank. I have the same pad, (but it's green..?) And the same under the 40 g breeder. Hooked up to a "LuxBird" dual thermostat. Set both sides to 75 low, and 78 high (F). They've been going for almost 4 hours hours now, and have come up to 70 degrees from 68.1, and 67.8. Now at 69.8, and 69.7 (F) I just watched one go from 70.1, down to 69.9 while typing this.. The probes are in very similar places. No lights on these guys right now. I know the Geckos need a basking spot, but is was drying the humidity up pretty quick. What do I do about that..? And then I just have a really low, small fluorescent bulb, in a lamp, over the 40 breeder for day time. Adds heat, but mayybee 1 degree at the most..
Please help. I have been pulling my hair out for 36 hours because I'm so stressed, and want to make sure these guys are happy as can be. Any heating ideas, Good thermostat recommendations, bulbs, anything!
How do you guys heat/light your dart frog/Mourning gecko tanks?
The catch is, my house stays at about 62-65 degrees. Otherwise they would stay pretty warm for the most part. I set my thermostat to 74 for the last few days for them till I figure this out, but I think the misting just keeps them at 67, 68 ish..
Thanks for any help in advance! Cheers!🍻
2023.06.04 08:37 ShotCaller_OG Heating/lighting.
Hey guys. I currently have a 40 gallon breeder with 6 very young highland bronze froglets, and a 20 gallon (tall I believe..) with 2 very young pena Blanca froglets, and a 30x12x16 front opening Zoo med with 5 adult Mourning Geckos.
I talked to several people about this prior and was told that the light will hold a lot more heat than I think, and that's not the case.. Basically if I use a basking lamp (regardless of how high I hang it) if it's low enough to provide the desired heat, it's drying the tank out to quick, and I can't keep their humidity up.
I bought 4 little thermometehumidity readers, that had 4.7 stars with like 17k reviews. And they pretty much read the same. Their hanging out right around 70 degrees. (68-71)
I want them all as close to 75 as I can. So I did a few hours of research last night and bought a few thermostats.. I DONT UNDERSTAND HOW YOU KNOW IF ITS TRUSTWORTHY OR NOT. So I bought a heat gun with tons of reviews and 4.9 stars. Everywhere I scan pretty much shows as 68-70.
I set up a BN Link (BNQ-T7B (H)) And hooked up a "VIVOHOME Seedling heat mat 10"×20.75" " to the 20 gallon Tall. I set it to a low of 74, and a high of 77. (F) I put the probe through the lid, and let it hang about a half inch abave the substrate in the front right corner. The temperature is pretty steady 75 -76, and doesn't activate the mat very often. The tiny thermometer says 78.5, the thermostat says 76.6, and the heat gun says 75.6.
What do I trust??? Also, I don't know if the heat mat is working, because I don't understand the different between the basking lamps, and the strip lights. Right now the 20 g tall has a t5 zoo med fixture with a full length bulb in it, and it seems to provide a pretty steady amount of heat, but doesn't make anything hot. But when I shut it off for day night cycle.. back down to 63-67 (F)
In the Mourning gecko tank. I have the same pad, (but it's green..?) And the same under the 40 g breeder. Hooked up to a "LuxBird" dual thermostat. Set both sides to 75 low, and 78 high (F). They've been going for almost 4 hours hours now, and have come up to 70 degrees from 68.1, and 67.8. Now at 69.8, and 69.7 (F) I just watched one go from 70.1, down to 69.9 while typing this.. The probes are in very similar places. No lights on these guys right now. I know the Geckos need a basking spot, but is was drying the humidity up pretty quick. What do I do about that..? And then I just have a really low, small fluorescent bulb, in a lamp, over the 40 breeder for day time. Adds heat, but mayybee 1 degree at the most..
Please help. I have been pulling my hair out for 36 hours because I'm so stressed, and want to make sure these guys are happy as can be. Any heating ideas, Good thermostat recommendations, bulbs, anything!
How do you guys heat/light your dart frog/Mourning gecko tanks?
The catch is, my house stays at about 62-65 degrees. Otherwise they would stay pretty warm for the most part. I set my thermostat to 74 for the last few days for them till I figure this out, but I think the misting just keeps them at 67, 68 ish..
Thanks for any help in advance! Cheers!🍻
submitted by ShotCaller_OG to DartFrog [link] [comments]
I talked to several people about this prior and was told that the light will hold a lot more heat than I think, and that's not the case.. Basically if I use a basking lamp (regardless of how high I hang it) if it's low enough to provide the desired heat, it's drying the tank out to quick, and I can't keep their humidity up.
I bought 4 little thermometehumidity readers, that had 4.7 stars with like 17k reviews. And they pretty much read the same. Their hanging out right around 70 degrees. (68-71)
I want them all as close to 75 as I can. So I did a few hours of research last night and bought a few thermostats.. I DONT UNDERSTAND HOW YOU KNOW IF ITS TRUSTWORTHY OR NOT. So I bought a heat gun with tons of reviews and 4.9 stars. Everywhere I scan pretty much shows as 68-70.
I set up a BN Link (BNQ-T7B (H)) And hooked up a "VIVOHOME Seedling heat mat 10"×20.75" " to the 20 gallon Tall. I set it to a low of 74, and a high of 77. (F) I put the probe through the lid, and let it hang about a half inch abave the substrate in the front right corner. The temperature is pretty steady 75 -76, and doesn't activate the mat very often. The tiny thermometer says 78.5, the thermostat says 76.6, and the heat gun says 75.6.
What do I trust??? Also, I don't know if the heat mat is working, because I don't understand the different between the basking lamps, and the strip lights. Right now the 20 g tall has a t5 zoo med fixture with a full length bulb in it, and it seems to provide a pretty steady amount of heat, but doesn't make anything hot. But when I shut it off for day night cycle.. back down to 63-67 (F)
In the Mourning gecko tank. I have the same pad, (but it's green..?) And the same under the 40 g breeder. Hooked up to a "LuxBird" dual thermostat. Set both sides to 75 low, and 78 high (F). They've been going for almost 4 hours hours now, and have come up to 70 degrees from 68.1, and 67.8. Now at 69.8, and 69.7 (F) I just watched one go from 70.1, down to 69.9 while typing this.. The probes are in very similar places. No lights on these guys right now. I know the Geckos need a basking spot, but is was drying the humidity up pretty quick. What do I do about that..? And then I just have a really low, small fluorescent bulb, in a lamp, over the 40 breeder for day time. Adds heat, but mayybee 1 degree at the most..
Please help. I have been pulling my hair out for 36 hours because I'm so stressed, and want to make sure these guys are happy as can be. Any heating ideas, Good thermostat recommendations, bulbs, anything!
How do you guys heat/light your dart frog/Mourning gecko tanks?
The catch is, my house stays at about 62-65 degrees. Otherwise they would stay pretty warm for the most part. I set my thermostat to 74 for the last few days for them till I figure this out, but I think the misting just keeps them at 67, 68 ish..
Thanks for any help in advance! Cheers!🍻
2023.06.04 08:32 Tainavea Path of Gossamer Threads
light and force aspects
Alternate version called Path of Red Threads also uses blood aspect
Goldsign takes the form of a veil of white, or red. In the latter case, quite reminiscent of the Goldsign of the Blood-Chorus warband of the Eight-Man Empire. The Goldsign is actually quite useful against illusions, highlighting and seeing through illusions constructed from light, and sidestepping illusions of dreams by allowing them to see light aura. Wouldn't be of as much help against sufficiently powerful and/or complex dream ruler techniques which directly affected their body’s natural dream aura. Also less useful against illusion Paths that use both light and dream aspects. The addition of blood aspect makes it easier for them to detect sources of blood aura.
An older Goldsign that they used to obtain from a type of Sacred Spider granted them extra spider-like limbs, but that's no longer as prevalent.
Techniques
Veil of Silk / Red Veil: a complex full-body enforcer / ruler technique that absorbs light and kinetic energy, takes the form of a hazy cloak of light that glows brighter and brighter with time, once fully charged the sacred artist can shoot blasts of hard light.
The addition of blood aspect in the mix allows the artist to draw blood aura from any bleeding wounds on the opponent, to apply a mild healing effect on themselves. Also makes the light blast glow red, but more importantly, be more effective against flesh and blood.
Spider Seamstress: a full body enforcer / forger technique that creates extra limbs of light and force madra, with the latter granting the illusory limbs solidity.
The addition of blood aspect helps make the limbs more "real", smoother and easier to control- with proper training, almost as though they really were extra limbs rather than madra constructs. Note that the "smoother and easier to control" part really does require some practice, otherwise it's just awkward and discombobulating to suddenly have extra limbs.
At Lord level of advancement, many choose to use their Soulfire to make these limbs more real. A replacement for the Path’s older Goldsign.
They also use a full Forger version of the technique where the arms are not connected to their own body, this technique is known as the Flower Hands. Can be used for grabbing and throwing, as platforms or to directly strike. Most notably, they use this technique in conjunction with another one of their Forger technique, to create a move called Cat’s Cradle. And for the Dance of the Hundred Handed Battle Goddess, from which emerged a new branch Path.
Silk Ribbons / Red Ribbons: flexible Forger technique that often also doubles as an Enforcer technique. The artist forges silvery ribbons which they can use like a whip to strike at enemies. To grab, ensnare or trip them, or to catch and to hurl objects or people, or to intercept attacks. Can be wrapped around oneself defensively, like a cocoon. Or used like a rope or swing or prehensile tail or tentacles for maneuverability.
Silver Needle / Red Needle: Striker technique taking the form of silver needles that they can shoot at opponents. The addition of blood madra makes the needles even better at perforating flesh.
Some artists choose to Forge the needles instead, for additional durability of the needles, extended duration for which the needles last, plus additional control rather than just launching them.
Silverweave / Scarletweave: Forger technique, though many use a Forger Ruler variant, with the aura added for extra oomph. The artist forges thin, nearly invisible, but strong strings into a gossamer web. The strings are sharper than razor wires, sharp enough to cut through flesh, especially so with the addition of blood aspect.
Cat’s Cradle: Silverweave in conjunction with Flower Hands, to add additional maneuverability and control to the deadly strings.
Dance of the Hundred Handed Battle Goddess: the artist forges as many Flower Hands as they can, many of the hands have long claws, many hold forged weaponry. This technique eventually birthed a whole new Path.
Path of the Hundred Handed Battle Goddess
Force, Blood and Sword aspects
A Path built around the eminently flexible Dance of the Hundred Handed Battle Goddess technique, which is rather underutilized in the Path of Gossamer Threads. Lets go of the light aspect in favour of sword aspect. Keeps the blood aspect.
A full Forger focused Path.
The Dance of the Hundred Handed Battle Goddess is itself composed of two techniques: Flower Hands and forged weaponry. To create multitudinous disembodied hands holding various weaponry.
War Goddess’ Avatar: is an enforcer / forger technique much like Spider Seamstress. A complex technique which, in addition to a full-body enforcement component via force and blood, forges and grafts extra arms of madra on the artist’s body, which can be made more real with Soulfire.
Effigy of the War Goddess: a Forger technique that creates a full statue of a many-armed warrior goddess, holding various weaponry. At Lord level, the statue can be animated with willpower, to become a Living Forger technique.
Hymn of the War Goddess: Ruler technique that takes advantage of the Path’s blade constructs to create a cascade of sword aura resonance, cutting everything in an area into tiny bits.
submitted by Tainavea to AThousandPathsToPower [link] [comments]
Alternate version called Path of Red Threads also uses blood aspect
Goldsign takes the form of a veil of white, or red. In the latter case, quite reminiscent of the Goldsign of the Blood-Chorus warband of the Eight-Man Empire. The Goldsign is actually quite useful against illusions, highlighting and seeing through illusions constructed from light, and sidestepping illusions of dreams by allowing them to see light aura. Wouldn't be of as much help against sufficiently powerful and/or complex dream ruler techniques which directly affected their body’s natural dream aura. Also less useful against illusion Paths that use both light and dream aspects. The addition of blood aspect makes it easier for them to detect sources of blood aura.
An older Goldsign that they used to obtain from a type of Sacred Spider granted them extra spider-like limbs, but that's no longer as prevalent.
Techniques
Veil of Silk / Red Veil: a complex full-body enforcer / ruler technique that absorbs light and kinetic energy, takes the form of a hazy cloak of light that glows brighter and brighter with time, once fully charged the sacred artist can shoot blasts of hard light.
The addition of blood aspect in the mix allows the artist to draw blood aura from any bleeding wounds on the opponent, to apply a mild healing effect on themselves. Also makes the light blast glow red, but more importantly, be more effective against flesh and blood.
Spider Seamstress: a full body enforcer / forger technique that creates extra limbs of light and force madra, with the latter granting the illusory limbs solidity.
The addition of blood aspect helps make the limbs more "real", smoother and easier to control- with proper training, almost as though they really were extra limbs rather than madra constructs. Note that the "smoother and easier to control" part really does require some practice, otherwise it's just awkward and discombobulating to suddenly have extra limbs.
At Lord level of advancement, many choose to use their Soulfire to make these limbs more real. A replacement for the Path’s older Goldsign.
They also use a full Forger version of the technique where the arms are not connected to their own body, this technique is known as the Flower Hands. Can be used for grabbing and throwing, as platforms or to directly strike. Most notably, they use this technique in conjunction with another one of their Forger technique, to create a move called Cat’s Cradle. And for the Dance of the Hundred Handed Battle Goddess, from which emerged a new branch Path.
Silk Ribbons / Red Ribbons: flexible Forger technique that often also doubles as an Enforcer technique. The artist forges silvery ribbons which they can use like a whip to strike at enemies. To grab, ensnare or trip them, or to catch and to hurl objects or people, or to intercept attacks. Can be wrapped around oneself defensively, like a cocoon. Or used like a rope or swing or prehensile tail or tentacles for maneuverability.
Silver Needle / Red Needle: Striker technique taking the form of silver needles that they can shoot at opponents. The addition of blood madra makes the needles even better at perforating flesh.
Some artists choose to Forge the needles instead, for additional durability of the needles, extended duration for which the needles last, plus additional control rather than just launching them.
Silverweave / Scarletweave: Forger technique, though many use a Forger Ruler variant, with the aura added for extra oomph. The artist forges thin, nearly invisible, but strong strings into a gossamer web. The strings are sharper than razor wires, sharp enough to cut through flesh, especially so with the addition of blood aspect.
Cat’s Cradle: Silverweave in conjunction with Flower Hands, to add additional maneuverability and control to the deadly strings.
Dance of the Hundred Handed Battle Goddess: the artist forges as many Flower Hands as they can, many of the hands have long claws, many hold forged weaponry. This technique eventually birthed a whole new Path.
Path of the Hundred Handed Battle Goddess
Force, Blood and Sword aspects
A Path built around the eminently flexible Dance of the Hundred Handed Battle Goddess technique, which is rather underutilized in the Path of Gossamer Threads. Lets go of the light aspect in favour of sword aspect. Keeps the blood aspect.
A full Forger focused Path.
The Dance of the Hundred Handed Battle Goddess is itself composed of two techniques: Flower Hands and forged weaponry. To create multitudinous disembodied hands holding various weaponry.
War Goddess’ Avatar: is an enforcer / forger technique much like Spider Seamstress. A complex technique which, in addition to a full-body enforcement component via force and blood, forges and grafts extra arms of madra on the artist’s body, which can be made more real with Soulfire.
Effigy of the War Goddess: a Forger technique that creates a full statue of a many-armed warrior goddess, holding various weaponry. At Lord level, the statue can be animated with willpower, to become a Living Forger technique.
Hymn of the War Goddess: Ruler technique that takes advantage of the Path’s blade constructs to create a cascade of sword aura resonance, cutting everything in an area into tiny bits.
2023.06.04 08:24 LankyAbrocoma6783 Help! 5th Gen Civic brake light issue (details in post)
 | I have a 1995 Civic LX and both brake lights on the right side don't come on when pressing the brake. As you can see in the pic, each brake light has 2 parts, one on the body and one on the trunk lid. Each piece has its own bulb, so 4 tail light/brake light bulbs total. The bulbs are not the problem, confirmed by swapping the right and left bulbs and it's still the right side that doesn't work. What else could cause both right brake lights to fail besides the bulb? submitted by LankyAbrocoma6783 to hondacivic [link] [comments] |
2023.06.04 08:23 DaniSpaniels Finally did it without stalemating
 | submitted by DaniSpaniels to chessbeginners [link] [comments] |
2023.06.04 08:09 Odd_Young_4598 I like the headlights, unsure about tail lights
 | submitted by Odd_Young_4598 to 7thgencivic [link] [comments] |
2023.06.04 07:43 Ghost_of_Kurt_Cobain ‘The Hidden Door’
‘The Hidden Door’
Ceaselessly searching, forlorn..so long without, faint of heart an faded mind, soul lit dim, plagued by the grim.
Ever onward I can not quit, as the quest knights of the grail, I mustn’t fail, nor turn to look behind less my strength unwind, an I find no winds in my sail.
I summon my will to stand tall before the ill that fouls my spirit, A soft whisper calls ..I hear it
“ carry on my son “
I’m close now.. I’m near.
Discouraged by lack of light, ever growing shadows long, eclipse my days in perpetual haze with shades of gray an darkened black of night.
Obscuring my sight, Condemning my right to seek for that which only the true of heart can find.
My task at hand such as it is for every man, this day an for ever more,
..I am the key, at last I see. The secret is no more. I am arrived..! all is true. No false tail contrived.
Before me lay the boundary, beyond which I am free of the sorrow and sadness which so long has bound me, for within endless love without condition awaits to forever surround me.
alas, ..at long last, I have found thee, My thirst quenched, my quest at its end, no longer shall my spirit hunger nor shall I suffer the vile torment of loves drout, no longer am I one for whom love is without.
With belated joy, I cry out..all praise be to The Lord !
I am Elated.
Bold are the tears which stream from my eyes as I raise my hands to the sky. blessed be my Lord and Savior, for you have led me to love, in it I am forever saved, joyous now are all my days.
The vessel of my heart filled as my cup runeth over, the fountains of my faith abound once more.
For all still searching, lend me your ear, for I say unto thee; seek diligently with all thine heart, and from it let not thy hope depart,
For the wealth of life an love everlasting awaits, for all who endeavor to continue their search an keep their faith.
"Seek and ye shall find"
that which lay behind..
the hidden door.
https://www.reddit.com/OCPoetry/comments/xa8ceb/boyhood_forts/int2k88/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf&context=3
submitted by Ghost_of_Kurt_Cobain to On_the_flip_side [link] [comments]
Ceaselessly searching, forlorn..so long without, faint of heart an faded mind, soul lit dim, plagued by the grim.
Ever onward I can not quit, as the quest knights of the grail, I mustn’t fail, nor turn to look behind less my strength unwind, an I find no winds in my sail.
I summon my will to stand tall before the ill that fouls my spirit, A soft whisper calls ..I hear it
“ carry on my son “
I’m close now.. I’m near.
Discouraged by lack of light, ever growing shadows long, eclipse my days in perpetual haze with shades of gray an darkened black of night.
Obscuring my sight, Condemning my right to seek for that which only the true of heart can find.
My task at hand such as it is for every man, this day an for ever more,
..I am the key, at last I see. The secret is no more. I am arrived..! all is true. No false tail contrived.
Before me lay the boundary, beyond which I am free of the sorrow and sadness which so long has bound me, for within endless love without condition awaits to forever surround me.
alas, ..at long last, I have found thee, My thirst quenched, my quest at its end, no longer shall my spirit hunger nor shall I suffer the vile torment of loves drout, no longer am I one for whom love is without.
With belated joy, I cry out..all praise be to The Lord !
I am Elated.
Bold are the tears which stream from my eyes as I raise my hands to the sky. blessed be my Lord and Savior, for you have led me to love, in it I am forever saved, joyous now are all my days.
The vessel of my heart filled as my cup runeth over, the fountains of my faith abound once more.
For all still searching, lend me your ear, for I say unto thee; seek diligently with all thine heart, and from it let not thy hope depart,
For the wealth of life an love everlasting awaits, for all who endeavor to continue their search an keep their faith.
"Seek and ye shall find"
that which lay behind..
the hidden door.
- I. W. Cain
https://www.reddit.com/OCPoetry/comments/xa8ceb/boyhood_forts/int2k88/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf&context=3
2023.06.04 07:22 SeniorFreshman This build should be illegal
 | Been having a crazy amount of fun with this, a 50 damage alpha on a >100kph mech is beyond silly. submitted by SeniorFreshman to OutreachHPG [link] [comments] |
2023.06.04 07:20 _Triple_ [STORE] 900+ KNIVES/GLOVES/SKINS, 50.000$+ INVENTORY. M9 Fade, M4 Poseidon, BFK Freehand, Crimson Kimono, Nomad Fade, Skeleton, Kara Lore, Bayo Autotronic, AWP Fade, Kara Damas, BFK Ultra, Kara Freehand, Kara Bright, M9 Damas, Omega, Tiger Strike, Flip MF, Bayo Tiger, Deagle Blaze, Talon & More
Everything in my inventory is up for trade. The most valuable items are listed here, the rest you can find in My Inventory
Feel free to Add Me or even better send a Trade Offer. Open for any suggestions: upgrades, downgrades / knives, gloves, skins / stickers, patterns, floats.
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2023.06.04 07:04 Working_Seaweed_5958 A White Savior
Moonwatcher padded down the halls alongside the other students as class ended. The previous class was Art, which was nice to do after learning more about the history of Pyrrhia.
It was different, being at Jade Mountain Academy. There were so many dragons, all with their thoughts and such that plagued her mind as she went past those dragons. It was such a migraine that it was a miracle she was still sane.
Her other clawmates were having fun adjusting. Kinkajou was bounding around, her scales a bright pink that hurt the NightWing’s eyes so much that she had to look away from them. Carnelian was grumbling most of the time, taking spots that were secluded or empty before the rest of the class got in.
From what Moon has seen, Qibli was trying to make friends with Winter, the SandWing not having the best of luck with the IceWing. Moon didn’t want to peek into their minds; she was having a hard time as it was, with all the noise that was going on. Umber was also trying to get attention, mainly Qibli, but it seemed for naught.
The only one that didn’t seem different was Turtle. The SeaWing was quite the enigma, perplexing Moon as she had no idea what he was thinking. He was quiet, like her, and usually sat alone without anyone around him. Several times, she had seen Kinkajou and Qibli try to coax him out, but that was for naught as well.
Still, as Moon walked through the halls and headed back to her small dorm, she felt the freezing presence of an IceWing. She didn’t turn, just walking, but she listened as best she could with her powers. It wasn’t good to use them; they were a curse, but she needed to know which IceWing it was.
That dragon was boring. Ugh, I shouldn’t be here. I should be training to fight the Queen, not be here with these lesser dragons. One more class then back to the stupid dorm. Those thoughts let the NightWing know which IceWing was talking: Icicle.
Winter’s sister, and not the pleasant dragon to run into.
Moon continued to walk, not wanting to run into the IceWing, as it seemed she was in a foul mood today. She passed the IceWing, not making eye contact with her as she didn’t want to incur the wrath of that foul mood. It didn’t seem like she took notice of her, as she passed by the NightWing without a look. Moon let out an internal sigh; she didn’t want to attract attention from a royal IceWing that hated her guts and other NightWings as well.
She went to History, the lesson being about the history of the SkyWings, which had peaked Carnelian’s attention. It seemed like that was what it took to get the SkyWing’s attention, which Moon heard from Qibli’s mind noting that little tidbit.
It seemed like it was going to be a more peaceful day despite the foul mood of the IceWings.
Still, Moon didn’t want to jinx it, as she had no idea what was going to happen. Especially afterward. Hopefully, it wasn’t going to be too bad with the assignments.
As all the dragons in the class got up, Moon had to stop for a second, a pained breath coming out of her mouth. It was barely noticeable, as she quickly got over it. She padded after the other students, and she felt the ache of several bones within her body.
What the NightWing didn’t know was that someone did notice…
Icicle didn’t know what to do. She returned to her cave after class, hoping to complete her assignments for the next day. Still, it was boring, listening to the teachers, but she was used to it. Being taught in the IceWing kingdom came with those many perks for this school. She didn’t like the happiness and being nice to everyone. It disgusted her to an extent.
And on top of that, learning with other tribes! The IceWing princess grumbled, unhappy that she was learning with SandWings (thieves!) and those cursed, lying NightWings! The very same dragons that had lied to the world about their powers! They deserve to die! Her thoughts said to Icicle.
She merely huffed as she read over the same assignment for the fifth time. Her clawmates were doing something else that the IceWing didn’t bother to think about. While her mind screamed at the different ways she could kill every dragon that was in the school, her thoughts went to the NightWing that was in her previous class.
She didn’t know why, but that NightWing was different from the others. She didn’t brag or stay with the others at lunch; instead, she stayed quiet, ate alone, and was overall, weird. Icicle didn’t understand her. Why is this NightWing different? She had thought at the time. She had seen the glances her shameful brother took at the NightWing and she could tell Winter was falling for her.
While it may have disgusted her before, it seemed to spark a different feeling within her. True, the NightWing was much prettier than the couple of other females that were currently there, and the way she had kept her eyes from looking at her, seemed much more comforting than what the other NightWings had done when they had bumped into her.
What they had done was try to stare back at her, hoping to gain ground against a superior IceWing with little effect. She had stared back, and the NightWings who dared to challenge her promptly ran away.
But not this NightWing. She never locked eyes with her in passing; instead, she walked by, keeping her head down, as if she wasn’t wanting to be seen. From what her brother had said during lunch, she rarely spoke to anyone, which was saying something.
Still, when she had just been leaving the classroom, she had heard the faintest wisp of a breath coming out, and she had briefly looked back, seeing the NightWing hesitant for a moment before leaving.
Now, she wasn’t a fan of NightWings, but the odd one was alright in her scroll. She wasn’t fully in the scroll; that would take some time to gain the IceWing princess’ trust to earn that much.
It was the breath that worried her.
She had wondered what had made her do so; unfortunately, she didn’t have the time to figure out what had caused it to happen. If she had to talk to any NightWing within the school, it would be that one. What is going on with me? Icicle wondered. She couldn’t figure it out. Was she….
Icicle heaved herself from her spot on the bed. She needed some fresh air. She stepped out of the cave, heading towards the entrance to sort her thoughts out before they tampered with her heart.
She didn’t need that in her life.
Not at the moment.
As she walked through the small entrance to the mountain, hoping to get some privacy and get a breath of that cold air from the outside and not the musty smell inside, she noticed that the very NightWing she had been thinking about…
Was sitting right on the ledge.
Icicle tensed for a moment, and the NightWing turned, her eyes wide, (that dazzling dark green), before she looked away just as quickly. She began to shuffle away from the ledge, starting to rise from sitting.
“You don’t have to,” Icicle said, feeling the words slip from her tongue before she could control them. Her heart beat faster; the IceWing princess had no idea why her heart was beating so fast just from those words.
The NightWing stopped, clearly unsure of what to say. Hesitantly, she sat back down, and Icicle sat beside her, looking up at the stars.
It was quiet for a few moments. Icicle could feel the tension that was in the air. She didn’t want to say those words, but they had come out regardless. Still, it had felt…different, to say those words in a non-threatening manner. Within the back of her mind, thoughts muttered: try to be friends; talk to her; sit with her; don’t be like the rest.
“The night is peaceful,” Icicle said, looking at the stars above. The NightWing only nodded, looking at those same stars as well. She didn’t say a word. Not one.
Icicle let out an internal sigh. Great. This is how I wanted this to go. She thought to herself.
“Imperial is out.”
“What?” Icicle asked, confused but delighted that the dragon beside her is now talking.
“The largest of the moons.” The NightWing pointed towards the moons, one of them overshadowing the other two. “She’s the eldest of the three. My mom told me stories about her and her two sisters.” The NightWing
Icicle looked to where she pointed, seeing that massive moon as well. She nodded. “That’s nice,” was her response.
It quickly became silent, and Icicle felt nervous for the first time in her life. She knew that what she was doing was not the IceWing way, but like all destiny, it would seem hers’ wouldn’t be the one her parents would make for her. But as she looked at the NightWing, she finally noticed that she was staring back.
Her dark green eyes glittered in the moonlight as if they were gems shining. Curiously, her head was lower than Icicle’s, having to gaze up to meet her eyes. Icicle then realized that she was showing who was the superior one between the two; showing respect to her.
Icicle’s cold heart felt warm from those eyes.
Icicle’s cold heart felt warm from those eyes. She didn’t know what she was feeling, but she felt curiosity fuel her heart for the dragon that was with her. She didn’t question this feeling; only to figure out what was going on.
Soon, she noticed that the NightWing was leaving, and Icicle quickly got up, coming beside the dragon. Her heart yearned for more interactions with this dragon. “We should do this again.” The NightWing nodded, and Icicle felt an internal smile come into her being.
The NightWing looked at her, that head still slightly lowered towards her, her eyes glittering with questions. Icicle thought that she could be lost in those eyes for so long, as they were dazzling to her.
Icicle walked back towards her cave but the next words that came out of the NightWing’s mouth stopped her.
“Moon.”
Icicle turned, looking at the NightWing with a tilt to the head. How did she know the question that was within her mind but yet she never spoke it?
“My name is Moon.”
Then she walked past her, heading into the mountain.
Icicle could only stay, watching those eyes disappear into the inky darkness.
It continued to be like that. The two would meet at night, slowly becoming friends throughout the while. Icicle could feel that Moon was still nervous around her, so she took steps to fix that. She stopped threatening her like the others do; started to talk with her more often. She knew that the other IceWings were confused as to why she was changing her ways, but she wanted to be friends with this strange NightWing.
Back in the Ice Kingdom, everyone was against you.
But here, there was none of that. So I have no reason to stay the same, she had thought to herself one day. I can make my own decisions.
The next night, Icicle was walking down the familiar halls toward the entrance. She and Moon were going to eat and watch the stars again. She had felt more at ease with her, and the IceWing could tell the same was going on with Moon. It was good progress if she had to say so. The NightWing was a lot more considerate of the IceWing, and she started to do the same as well.
Moon was going to find some goat and was waiting for Icicle to come to the same spot that they had been going to since the first night.
However, once she got to the ledge, she didn't see Moon anywhere. The IceWing became confused as to why Moon wasn't there. She was always there. Where is she? Icicle questioned in her mind. There has to be a reason she isn't here. Maybe she's still getting the food. Maybe…
Then, she looked down and there was a splash of red.
Icicle's eyes widened, her nostrils flaring. No.
She looked around, seeing more splats of blood heading toward the trees. Her heart beat faster and faster within her chest, so much that it felt like a drum.
Instantly, Icicle spread her wings, jumping from the ledge, following the trail of blood. She quickly got into the trees, continuing to follow the path. She got hit by a couple of branches, but she didn't care about that. Where are you? She questioned worryingly.
Icicle heard the sounds of a scuffle, the sounds of pained yelps coming from ahead.
She followed the sounds, coming to the edge of a clearing and seeing Moon pinned down. Several NightWings were around her, crowding her so much that she had no room to get out. The IceWing could barely see her body shaking, the scales peeking between gaps in the crowd. Icicle couldn't help but notice that her scales had blood on them, increasing her worry to a major degree.
They had bloodied claws, and Icicle felt anger fuel through her body. What did they do to her? She wondered with a worry that was unbefitting of an IceWing princess, but she wasn’t the same anymore. As she stayed hidden, she heard words being spoken against her new friend.
"Freak."
"Weirdo."
"Nobody."
"You aren't a NightWing."
"You will never be one of us."
"Maybe you should just die."
All those words made the IceWing's cold blood boil to the point that she almost saw red right then and there. But those last words completely made her act without a thought. She charged, roaring at the NightWings. They barely turned, their eyes widening before Icicle barreled into them. She smashed two out of the way, whipping her tail around as she hovered over Moon, her body protecting the downed dragon.
She spared a glance, seeing a couple of bloodied spots on the dragon, scales in those areas broken and cracked. More anger fueled within the IceWing. How dare they hurt her new friend! One that she took the time to earn the trust of; one that she felt at ease with; one who made her change to who she is now; the very same one that Icicle knew that her heart wanted to be with her.
Icicle's eyes narrowed, her breathing quickening. She could feel her heart beating so fast in her chest that she felt it might burst out of her. Icicle had no idea what to do, but she knew that she had to protect Moon. She had to stop these dragons. She had to.
And she did.
The IceWing roared again, charging straight into the throng of them. She whipped her body around, fighting off the NightWings that got too close, sending them flying backward. She felt the years of training come over her; she moved with the grace of all IceWings, slashing against the scales of all the NightWings, keeping them back. She fought with all the anger that was within her body, within her soul.
Soon, she was panting, her claws bloodied from all of her opponents. They all ran away, and Icicle vaguely noted one with a bruised snout. She looked at her claws; the pristine white scales coated with blood that it was hard to notice the scales. As she stared at the retreating NightWings, a cough made her break her concentration.
Moon… Icicle thought, turning and reaching her new friend. Icicle knelt beside Moon, taking in the damage that had been done to the NightWing. Several scales were bloodied, with scratches near them leaking blood. One of her wings was at a weird angle, and Icicle knew that the wing was dislocated. More scratches were around her chest, tainting the beautiful scales with imperfects. Icicle glanced at Moon’s snout, seeing bruises forming on her face.
With gentleness, she caressed Moon’s cheek, careful not to touch the bruises, causing the hurt dragon to look at her. The IceWing realized that Moon’s eyes were glistening with tears, and Icicle felt her heart tear apart. Those NightWings had hurt her friend and caused this; had caused this pain for her friend who didn’t deserve it.
She hugged Moon, making sure to be gentle with her, and without hesitation, Moon returned it. Icicle kept her claws on her back, moving them in a circular motion to comfort the NightWing. She felt tears fall on her shoulder and neck, hearing the strangled gasps of the dragon she was comforting.
“I-I couldn’t stop them,” Moon sniffled, crying. “I heard them b-but I-I…”
“Shh,” Icicle reassured Moon, hearing more of those tears wet her neck. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” She tried to be reassuring, but since she had no idea how to do so, she decided to keep hugging her.
“But it’s not! I h-heard those th-thoughts a-and I-I couldn’t d-do anything!” Moon cried, burying her head into Icicle’s neck. “I’m s-sorry! I’m so, s-so s-sorry!”
The IceWing’s mind immediately thought about her words. What did she… her thoughts began but trailed off as she realized what Moon was saying. What she had been missing this entire time.
She had powers.
Icicle glanced down at the NightWing, seeing a new light in the dragon. But instead of anger against her for this new revelation, Icicle felt sad for some reason.
Even though Moon had kept her powers hidden, Icicle began to notice that she had never used her powers for any gain. The other NightWings might’ve, but Moon had just wanted to stay hidden. From the sounds of her crying, she never wanted her powers. Whatever Moon was saying was lost to Icicle, as she finally began to connect the dots. Why Moon never used those powers; why she stayed quiet; never one for the crowds.
The reason why Moon chose to continue to meet with Icicle after that night.
She just wants to be like the rest of us, Icicle finished the puzzle with her thoughts. She’s like… me. She heard no more crying, and the IceWing looked down, seeing Moon’s eyes looking back at her. Those dark green met arctic blue, the two not hearing anything but each other’s breath. Icicle wanted to do something, anything that she was understanding why Moon was the way she was.
But she didn’t need to do anything.
Moon did it for her.
The NightWing placed her chest on Icicle’s, startling the IceWing, but Moon didn’t give up her grip. Icicle heard the thump-thump of not just her heart, but also Moon’s as well. Once again, she looked at Moon, questioning. Moon’s eyes softened, a low purr coming out of her throat. Her head was lowered to Icicle’s, and she recognized the respect gesture.
She nuzzled the top of Moon’s head, licking the bruises gently. Moon shivered, hugging herself closer to Icicle. Icicle closed her eyes, breathing deeply to slow her heart. Moon took a shaky breath, but soon it became slower. Slowly, both hearts slowed down, and they eventually synchronized.
Icicle opened her eyes, seeing Moon do the same. Her eyes trailed to that broken wing, and she knew that it would have to be fixed if she were to fly again. “Hey,” she said. “I got to fix your wing, okay?” she asked the last part, letting Moon know that she wasn’t going to hurt her. No matter what, Moon was still the new friend that she had made. And she wasn’t going to break that promise.
Moon let a shaky breath, nodding. Icicle put her claws on the wing, finding where the bone was supposed to be. She held out her tail, letting Moon grab onto it. “This is going to hurt, so get ready. I’m going to count to three.”
Moon closed her eyes briefly before opening them again, a steel resolution in her eyes. She nodded, gripping the IceWing’s tail with firmness.
“One, two, three!”
Icicle slammed her claws forward, pushing the bone back into place. Moon roared, clutching the IceWing princess’s tail tightly. Great Ice Dragon, she’s strong! Icicle thought. She hadn’t even thought of Moon’s strength. She looked small, but she never knew she was this strong! But soon, the deed was done and it was over.
Moon panted, still clutching Icicle’s tail. The IceWing looked at her, glad that the job was done. “Can you fly?” she asked.
Moon nodded, saying, “Yes. It hurts though.” She leaned on Icicle, walking with a limp to her back left leg.
“Let's get you to someone.” Icicle opened her wings, flying upward with Moon leaning on her. She had her wings open as well, though Icicle could tell that the NightWing was unsteady with her wingbeats. But she stayed by Moon’s side, even at the academy. As they landed on the ledge, no longer caring about the picnic, heading deeper into the mountain, straight to the infirmary.
All Icicle could think during this entire time was: I’m a white savior for Moon.
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It was different, being at Jade Mountain Academy. There were so many dragons, all with their thoughts and such that plagued her mind as she went past those dragons. It was such a migraine that it was a miracle she was still sane.
Her other clawmates were having fun adjusting. Kinkajou was bounding around, her scales a bright pink that hurt the NightWing’s eyes so much that she had to look away from them. Carnelian was grumbling most of the time, taking spots that were secluded or empty before the rest of the class got in.
From what Moon has seen, Qibli was trying to make friends with Winter, the SandWing not having the best of luck with the IceWing. Moon didn’t want to peek into their minds; she was having a hard time as it was, with all the noise that was going on. Umber was also trying to get attention, mainly Qibli, but it seemed for naught.
The only one that didn’t seem different was Turtle. The SeaWing was quite the enigma, perplexing Moon as she had no idea what he was thinking. He was quiet, like her, and usually sat alone without anyone around him. Several times, she had seen Kinkajou and Qibli try to coax him out, but that was for naught as well.
Still, as Moon walked through the halls and headed back to her small dorm, she felt the freezing presence of an IceWing. She didn’t turn, just walking, but she listened as best she could with her powers. It wasn’t good to use them; they were a curse, but she needed to know which IceWing it was.
That dragon was boring. Ugh, I shouldn’t be here. I should be training to fight the Queen, not be here with these lesser dragons. One more class then back to the stupid dorm. Those thoughts let the NightWing know which IceWing was talking: Icicle.
Winter’s sister, and not the pleasant dragon to run into.
Moon continued to walk, not wanting to run into the IceWing, as it seemed she was in a foul mood today. She passed the IceWing, not making eye contact with her as she didn’t want to incur the wrath of that foul mood. It didn’t seem like she took notice of her, as she passed by the NightWing without a look. Moon let out an internal sigh; she didn’t want to attract attention from a royal IceWing that hated her guts and other NightWings as well.
She went to History, the lesson being about the history of the SkyWings, which had peaked Carnelian’s attention. It seemed like that was what it took to get the SkyWing’s attention, which Moon heard from Qibli’s mind noting that little tidbit.
It seemed like it was going to be a more peaceful day despite the foul mood of the IceWings.
Still, Moon didn’t want to jinx it, as she had no idea what was going to happen. Especially afterward. Hopefully, it wasn’t going to be too bad with the assignments.
As all the dragons in the class got up, Moon had to stop for a second, a pained breath coming out of her mouth. It was barely noticeable, as she quickly got over it. She padded after the other students, and she felt the ache of several bones within her body.
What the NightWing didn’t know was that someone did notice…
Icicle didn’t know what to do. She returned to her cave after class, hoping to complete her assignments for the next day. Still, it was boring, listening to the teachers, but she was used to it. Being taught in the IceWing kingdom came with those many perks for this school. She didn’t like the happiness and being nice to everyone. It disgusted her to an extent.
And on top of that, learning with other tribes! The IceWing princess grumbled, unhappy that she was learning with SandWings (thieves!) and those cursed, lying NightWings! The very same dragons that had lied to the world about their powers! They deserve to die! Her thoughts said to Icicle.
She merely huffed as she read over the same assignment for the fifth time. Her clawmates were doing something else that the IceWing didn’t bother to think about. While her mind screamed at the different ways she could kill every dragon that was in the school, her thoughts went to the NightWing that was in her previous class.
She didn’t know why, but that NightWing was different from the others. She didn’t brag or stay with the others at lunch; instead, she stayed quiet, ate alone, and was overall, weird. Icicle didn’t understand her. Why is this NightWing different? She had thought at the time. She had seen the glances her shameful brother took at the NightWing and she could tell Winter was falling for her.
While it may have disgusted her before, it seemed to spark a different feeling within her. True, the NightWing was much prettier than the couple of other females that were currently there, and the way she had kept her eyes from looking at her, seemed much more comforting than what the other NightWings had done when they had bumped into her.
What they had done was try to stare back at her, hoping to gain ground against a superior IceWing with little effect. She had stared back, and the NightWings who dared to challenge her promptly ran away.
But not this NightWing. She never locked eyes with her in passing; instead, she walked by, keeping her head down, as if she wasn’t wanting to be seen. From what her brother had said during lunch, she rarely spoke to anyone, which was saying something.
Still, when she had just been leaving the classroom, she had heard the faintest wisp of a breath coming out, and she had briefly looked back, seeing the NightWing hesitant for a moment before leaving.
Now, she wasn’t a fan of NightWings, but the odd one was alright in her scroll. She wasn’t fully in the scroll; that would take some time to gain the IceWing princess’ trust to earn that much.
It was the breath that worried her.
She had wondered what had made her do so; unfortunately, she didn’t have the time to figure out what had caused it to happen. If she had to talk to any NightWing within the school, it would be that one. What is going on with me? Icicle wondered. She couldn’t figure it out. Was she….
Icicle heaved herself from her spot on the bed. She needed some fresh air. She stepped out of the cave, heading towards the entrance to sort her thoughts out before they tampered with her heart.
She didn’t need that in her life.
Not at the moment.
As she walked through the small entrance to the mountain, hoping to get some privacy and get a breath of that cold air from the outside and not the musty smell inside, she noticed that the very NightWing she had been thinking about…
Was sitting right on the ledge.
Icicle tensed for a moment, and the NightWing turned, her eyes wide, (that dazzling dark green), before she looked away just as quickly. She began to shuffle away from the ledge, starting to rise from sitting.
“You don’t have to,” Icicle said, feeling the words slip from her tongue before she could control them. Her heart beat faster; the IceWing princess had no idea why her heart was beating so fast just from those words.
The NightWing stopped, clearly unsure of what to say. Hesitantly, she sat back down, and Icicle sat beside her, looking up at the stars.
It was quiet for a few moments. Icicle could feel the tension that was in the air. She didn’t want to say those words, but they had come out regardless. Still, it had felt…different, to say those words in a non-threatening manner. Within the back of her mind, thoughts muttered: try to be friends; talk to her; sit with her; don’t be like the rest.
“The night is peaceful,” Icicle said, looking at the stars above. The NightWing only nodded, looking at those same stars as well. She didn’t say a word. Not one.
Icicle let out an internal sigh. Great. This is how I wanted this to go. She thought to herself.
“Imperial is out.”
“What?” Icicle asked, confused but delighted that the dragon beside her is now talking.
“The largest of the moons.” The NightWing pointed towards the moons, one of them overshadowing the other two. “She’s the eldest of the three. My mom told me stories about her and her two sisters.” The NightWing
Icicle looked to where she pointed, seeing that massive moon as well. She nodded. “That’s nice,” was her response.
It quickly became silent, and Icicle felt nervous for the first time in her life. She knew that what she was doing was not the IceWing way, but like all destiny, it would seem hers’ wouldn’t be the one her parents would make for her. But as she looked at the NightWing, she finally noticed that she was staring back.
Her dark green eyes glittered in the moonlight as if they were gems shining. Curiously, her head was lower than Icicle’s, having to gaze up to meet her eyes. Icicle then realized that she was showing who was the superior one between the two; showing respect to her.
Icicle’s cold heart felt warm from those eyes.
Icicle’s cold heart felt warm from those eyes. She didn’t know what she was feeling, but she felt curiosity fuel her heart for the dragon that was with her. She didn’t question this feeling; only to figure out what was going on.
Soon, she noticed that the NightWing was leaving, and Icicle quickly got up, coming beside the dragon. Her heart yearned for more interactions with this dragon. “We should do this again.” The NightWing nodded, and Icicle felt an internal smile come into her being.
The NightWing looked at her, that head still slightly lowered towards her, her eyes glittering with questions. Icicle thought that she could be lost in those eyes for so long, as they were dazzling to her.
Icicle walked back towards her cave but the next words that came out of the NightWing’s mouth stopped her.
“Moon.”
Icicle turned, looking at the NightWing with a tilt to the head. How did she know the question that was within her mind but yet she never spoke it?
“My name is Moon.”
Then she walked past her, heading into the mountain.
Icicle could only stay, watching those eyes disappear into the inky darkness.
It continued to be like that. The two would meet at night, slowly becoming friends throughout the while. Icicle could feel that Moon was still nervous around her, so she took steps to fix that. She stopped threatening her like the others do; started to talk with her more often. She knew that the other IceWings were confused as to why she was changing her ways, but she wanted to be friends with this strange NightWing.
Back in the Ice Kingdom, everyone was against you.
But here, there was none of that. So I have no reason to stay the same, she had thought to herself one day. I can make my own decisions.
The next night, Icicle was walking down the familiar halls toward the entrance. She and Moon were going to eat and watch the stars again. She had felt more at ease with her, and the IceWing could tell the same was going on with Moon. It was good progress if she had to say so. The NightWing was a lot more considerate of the IceWing, and she started to do the same as well.
Moon was going to find some goat and was waiting for Icicle to come to the same spot that they had been going to since the first night.
However, once she got to the ledge, she didn't see Moon anywhere. The IceWing became confused as to why Moon wasn't there. She was always there. Where is she? Icicle questioned in her mind. There has to be a reason she isn't here. Maybe she's still getting the food. Maybe…
Then, she looked down and there was a splash of red.
Icicle's eyes widened, her nostrils flaring. No.
She looked around, seeing more splats of blood heading toward the trees. Her heart beat faster and faster within her chest, so much that it felt like a drum.
Instantly, Icicle spread her wings, jumping from the ledge, following the trail of blood. She quickly got into the trees, continuing to follow the path. She got hit by a couple of branches, but she didn't care about that. Where are you? She questioned worryingly.
Icicle heard the sounds of a scuffle, the sounds of pained yelps coming from ahead.
She followed the sounds, coming to the edge of a clearing and seeing Moon pinned down. Several NightWings were around her, crowding her so much that she had no room to get out. The IceWing could barely see her body shaking, the scales peeking between gaps in the crowd. Icicle couldn't help but notice that her scales had blood on them, increasing her worry to a major degree.
They had bloodied claws, and Icicle felt anger fuel through her body. What did they do to her? She wondered with a worry that was unbefitting of an IceWing princess, but she wasn’t the same anymore. As she stayed hidden, she heard words being spoken against her new friend.
"Freak."
"Weirdo."
"Nobody."
"You aren't a NightWing."
"You will never be one of us."
"Maybe you should just die."
All those words made the IceWing's cold blood boil to the point that she almost saw red right then and there. But those last words completely made her act without a thought. She charged, roaring at the NightWings. They barely turned, their eyes widening before Icicle barreled into them. She smashed two out of the way, whipping her tail around as she hovered over Moon, her body protecting the downed dragon.
She spared a glance, seeing a couple of bloodied spots on the dragon, scales in those areas broken and cracked. More anger fueled within the IceWing. How dare they hurt her new friend! One that she took the time to earn the trust of; one that she felt at ease with; one who made her change to who she is now; the very same one that Icicle knew that her heart wanted to be with her.
Icicle's eyes narrowed, her breathing quickening. She could feel her heart beating so fast in her chest that she felt it might burst out of her. Icicle had no idea what to do, but she knew that she had to protect Moon. She had to stop these dragons. She had to.
And she did.
The IceWing roared again, charging straight into the throng of them. She whipped her body around, fighting off the NightWings that got too close, sending them flying backward. She felt the years of training come over her; she moved with the grace of all IceWings, slashing against the scales of all the NightWings, keeping them back. She fought with all the anger that was within her body, within her soul.
Soon, she was panting, her claws bloodied from all of her opponents. They all ran away, and Icicle vaguely noted one with a bruised snout. She looked at her claws; the pristine white scales coated with blood that it was hard to notice the scales. As she stared at the retreating NightWings, a cough made her break her concentration.
Moon… Icicle thought, turning and reaching her new friend. Icicle knelt beside Moon, taking in the damage that had been done to the NightWing. Several scales were bloodied, with scratches near them leaking blood. One of her wings was at a weird angle, and Icicle knew that the wing was dislocated. More scratches were around her chest, tainting the beautiful scales with imperfects. Icicle glanced at Moon’s snout, seeing bruises forming on her face.
With gentleness, she caressed Moon’s cheek, careful not to touch the bruises, causing the hurt dragon to look at her. The IceWing realized that Moon’s eyes were glistening with tears, and Icicle felt her heart tear apart. Those NightWings had hurt her friend and caused this; had caused this pain for her friend who didn’t deserve it.
She hugged Moon, making sure to be gentle with her, and without hesitation, Moon returned it. Icicle kept her claws on her back, moving them in a circular motion to comfort the NightWing. She felt tears fall on her shoulder and neck, hearing the strangled gasps of the dragon she was comforting.
“I-I couldn’t stop them,” Moon sniffled, crying. “I heard them b-but I-I…”
“Shh,” Icicle reassured Moon, hearing more of those tears wet her neck. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” She tried to be reassuring, but since she had no idea how to do so, she decided to keep hugging her.
“But it’s not! I h-heard those th-thoughts a-and I-I couldn’t d-do anything!” Moon cried, burying her head into Icicle’s neck. “I’m s-sorry! I’m so, s-so s-sorry!”
The IceWing’s mind immediately thought about her words. What did she… her thoughts began but trailed off as she realized what Moon was saying. What she had been missing this entire time.
She had powers.
Icicle glanced down at the NightWing, seeing a new light in the dragon. But instead of anger against her for this new revelation, Icicle felt sad for some reason.
Even though Moon had kept her powers hidden, Icicle began to notice that she had never used her powers for any gain. The other NightWings might’ve, but Moon had just wanted to stay hidden. From the sounds of her crying, she never wanted her powers. Whatever Moon was saying was lost to Icicle, as she finally began to connect the dots. Why Moon never used those powers; why she stayed quiet; never one for the crowds.
The reason why Moon chose to continue to meet with Icicle after that night.
She just wants to be like the rest of us, Icicle finished the puzzle with her thoughts. She’s like… me. She heard no more crying, and the IceWing looked down, seeing Moon’s eyes looking back at her. Those dark green met arctic blue, the two not hearing anything but each other’s breath. Icicle wanted to do something, anything that she was understanding why Moon was the way she was.
But she didn’t need to do anything.
Moon did it for her.
The NightWing placed her chest on Icicle’s, startling the IceWing, but Moon didn’t give up her grip. Icicle heard the thump-thump of not just her heart, but also Moon’s as well. Once again, she looked at Moon, questioning. Moon’s eyes softened, a low purr coming out of her throat. Her head was lowered to Icicle’s, and she recognized the respect gesture.
She nuzzled the top of Moon’s head, licking the bruises gently. Moon shivered, hugging herself closer to Icicle. Icicle closed her eyes, breathing deeply to slow her heart. Moon took a shaky breath, but soon it became slower. Slowly, both hearts slowed down, and they eventually synchronized.
Icicle opened her eyes, seeing Moon do the same. Her eyes trailed to that broken wing, and she knew that it would have to be fixed if she were to fly again. “Hey,” she said. “I got to fix your wing, okay?” she asked the last part, letting Moon know that she wasn’t going to hurt her. No matter what, Moon was still the new friend that she had made. And she wasn’t going to break that promise.
Moon let a shaky breath, nodding. Icicle put her claws on the wing, finding where the bone was supposed to be. She held out her tail, letting Moon grab onto it. “This is going to hurt, so get ready. I’m going to count to three.”
Moon closed her eyes briefly before opening them again, a steel resolution in her eyes. She nodded, gripping the IceWing’s tail with firmness.
“One, two, three!”
Icicle slammed her claws forward, pushing the bone back into place. Moon roared, clutching the IceWing princess’s tail tightly. Great Ice Dragon, she’s strong! Icicle thought. She hadn’t even thought of Moon’s strength. She looked small, but she never knew she was this strong! But soon, the deed was done and it was over.
Moon panted, still clutching Icicle’s tail. The IceWing looked at her, glad that the job was done. “Can you fly?” she asked.
Moon nodded, saying, “Yes. It hurts though.” She leaned on Icicle, walking with a limp to her back left leg.
“Let's get you to someone.” Icicle opened her wings, flying upward with Moon leaning on her. She had her wings open as well, though Icicle could tell that the NightWing was unsteady with her wingbeats. But she stayed by Moon’s side, even at the academy. As they landed on the ledge, no longer caring about the picnic, heading deeper into the mountain, straight to the infirmary.
All Icicle could think during this entire time was: I’m a white savior for Moon.
2023.06.04 06:58 zjplusa Another one 🙌🏽
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2023.06.04 06:55 giligarden How To Grow Cauliflower Hydroponically
Are you ready to dive into the world of hydroponic cauliflower? Get ready to grow these magnificent white florets without the need for soil! It's time to rock your hydroponic garden with some cauliflower fun. Here are 12 tips that will have you saying, "Cauli-flower power!"
Get your cauli-party started by choosing the right variety. Look for compact and dwarf cauliflower varieties that are well-suited for hydroponic systems. They'll be the life of the party!
Just like a cauli-licious dance, maintain the right temperature. Keep your hydroponic setup between 65-75°F (18-24°C) for optimal growth. Remember, no frosty moves here!
Don't forget to cauli-brate the pH! Aim for a pH level of around 5.5-6.5 to keep your cauliflower happy. They're a bit picky, but trust me, it's worth it!
Provide some light entertainment. Cauliflower loves bright light, so give them a spotlight with 10-12 hours of high-quality artificial light per day. It's like a cauli-concert for growth!
Be a cauli-tarian and feed your plants right. Use a balanced hydroponic nutrient solution, rich in nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium. They'll gobble it up like it's their favorite dish!
Caution: Caution: Plant traffic ahead! Allow enough space between plants to avoid overcrowding. They need their personal space, just like we do on the dance floor.
Show your cauli-plants some love with proper ventilation. Keep the air circulating to prevent humidity-related issues like fungus and diseases. Fresh air equals happy cauliflower!
Keep your cauli-garden clean and tidy. Regularly check for dead leaves or pests that might crash the party. It's time to kick them out and keep the cauli-vibes strong!
Raise the stakes and support your plants. As they grow, provide sturdy support to keep them upright and prevent flopping. No cauli-drama allowed!
Be the water hero! Maintain a consistent water level in your hydroponic system, ensuring the roots are always moist but not waterlogged. It's all about finding the perfect hydration groove!
Time to cauli-harvest! Pick your cauliflower when the heads are firm and compact. Don't wait too long, or they might lose their charm. Enjoy the fruits (or florets) of your labor!
And last but not least, don't forget to give yourself a pat on the back for being a cauli-master! Growing cauliflower hydroponically is no small feat. Embrace the process, have fun, and celebrate your cauli-success!
So, are you ready to turn your hydroponic garden into a cauli-wonderland? Get those cauliflower seeds and let the hydroponic cauli-adventure begin! Remember, it's all about the cauli-flower power!
Share these tips with your fellow garden enthusiasts and let's spread the cauli-madness together!
https://gardenguide4all.com/how-to-grow-cauliflower-hydroponically/
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Get your cauli-party started by choosing the right variety. Look for compact and dwarf cauliflower varieties that are well-suited for hydroponic systems. They'll be the life of the party!
Just like a cauli-licious dance, maintain the right temperature. Keep your hydroponic setup between 65-75°F (18-24°C) for optimal growth. Remember, no frosty moves here!
Don't forget to cauli-brate the pH! Aim for a pH level of around 5.5-6.5 to keep your cauliflower happy. They're a bit picky, but trust me, it's worth it!
Provide some light entertainment. Cauliflower loves bright light, so give them a spotlight with 10-12 hours of high-quality artificial light per day. It's like a cauli-concert for growth!
Be a cauli-tarian and feed your plants right. Use a balanced hydroponic nutrient solution, rich in nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium. They'll gobble it up like it's their favorite dish!
Caution: Caution: Plant traffic ahead! Allow enough space between plants to avoid overcrowding. They need their personal space, just like we do on the dance floor.
Show your cauli-plants some love with proper ventilation. Keep the air circulating to prevent humidity-related issues like fungus and diseases. Fresh air equals happy cauliflower!
Keep your cauli-garden clean and tidy. Regularly check for dead leaves or pests that might crash the party. It's time to kick them out and keep the cauli-vibes strong!
Raise the stakes and support your plants. As they grow, provide sturdy support to keep them upright and prevent flopping. No cauli-drama allowed!
Be the water hero! Maintain a consistent water level in your hydroponic system, ensuring the roots are always moist but not waterlogged. It's all about finding the perfect hydration groove!
Time to cauli-harvest! Pick your cauliflower when the heads are firm and compact. Don't wait too long, or they might lose their charm. Enjoy the fruits (or florets) of your labor!
And last but not least, don't forget to give yourself a pat on the back for being a cauli-master! Growing cauliflower hydroponically is no small feat. Embrace the process, have fun, and celebrate your cauli-success!
So, are you ready to turn your hydroponic garden into a cauli-wonderland? Get those cauliflower seeds and let the hydroponic cauli-adventure begin! Remember, it's all about the cauli-flower power!
Share these tips with your fellow garden enthusiasts and let's spread the cauli-madness together!
https://gardenguide4all.com/how-to-grow-cauliflower-hydroponically/
2023.06.04 06:45 ace_of_kats The Nature of Cannibals: Chapter 1-The Way of Things
Hi guys! This is my first NoP fanfic, and the first fanfic in general that I’ve ever published. In addition, it’s only the second that I was able to complete a single chapter for. What I’m trying to say here is that I might not be the best writer due to my lack of experience, so please don’t hate; I’m trying my best. However, if there is something you think I can improve on, feel free to leave polite, constructive criticism in the comments.
Also, though I do have plans for more chapters (in fact, actual NoP stuff won’t happen until chapter 4), I might not be able to complete them, at least not with any haste. I apologize if this is an inconvenience, but do keep in mind that all of this is free and thus offered solely at my discretion. That said, I hope you find this very entertaining! (and yes, that’s a Hazbin Hotel reference, for those of you in that fandom… and perhaps a bit of foreshadowing… ^`v´^.)
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Memory Transcription Subject: Skoy, Larul hunter
Date (standardized human time): December 18th, 2141
It was a pleasure to kill. Ever since my first hunt, 3 La-cycles [local years, each approximately 1.5 Earth years long] ago, I had relished in the many joys of the process. From stalking prey down, waiting for the perfect time to strike, to the climactic triumph of finally swooping in for the kill. It satisfied something deep and instinctual within me, for I was a predator. And there was nothing wrong with that. Animals have to consume other lifeforms to survive. It is simply the way of things.
Still, it was also a pain. It was a pain to take the life of an animal, to take the life of a creature that felt fear and felt pain, to take the life of a creature that cried in desperation for that mercy which was not and could not be given. As I slit the throat of my prey – as his warm, dark orange blood coated my hands; its sweet, savory, rich, metallic, saliva-inducing scent wafting into my nostrils; tantalizing me with the promise of the feast that was to come – I felt hunger, yes. But I also felt as if a bowstring inside of me was pulled taut and then mercilessly released, letting loose a proverbial arrow that pierced my soul just as deeply as an actual arrow would pierce a creature’s heart. And from that wound, a shadow of grief spread throughout my entire being, like a thundercloud threatening to drown me in sorrow. As I watched the light leave his eyes, it felt as if the light within me dimmed a little bit as well. One couldn’t tell it from my detached expression, but I was overwhelmed with emotion. It was almost as if I actually cared about those I killed. Stupid empathy. Always such a bother; always trying to get in the way of what has to be done. I was a hunter; I had killed countless times before and should be beyond such things. Though I suppose I had never killed prey of this kind before. Prey of my kind before. But desperate times called for desperate measures. Better they get hurt than someone in my tribe. Better them… than Kolas.
Kolas was my youngest sister, still just a child. She’d be 6 La-cycles [9 Earth years] old now, barely a pre-adolescent [12 y.o. human maturation equivalent]. It would be a couple of La-cycles [3 Earth years] until she was old enough to join me in the Pack – if she wanted to, that is. I mean, she has never been anything but a shining epitome of kindness; not really the type to kill anything, let alone… this. But I’m sure that given time, she would come to understand the necessity of our role, and could learn to take the lives of at least our normal prey. But most importantly of all, if she joined the Pack, she would be given the chance to learn how to fight: which meant she would finally be able to defend herself.
Kolas was always a bit smaller and weaker than the other children her age, and they, recognizing her as an easy target, bullied her relentlessly for it. But perhaps her greatest bully of all was no child, but her own mother. Sabwo - our mother, and that of the tribe – had no patience for anything she saw as weakness. She believed that brute strength and might were incredibly important in a leader, and as her heirs, any lack of these qualities was unacceptable in us. She also believed that the best way to forge these attributes in a person was to beat it into them – both emotionally and physically – until their hides grew tough and their souls grew hard. I was lucky in that I had little trouble keeping up with her expectations; I was born a strong, healthy baby who was able to grow into a strong, healthy adult. Plus, I was naʻa [nonbinary], and thus considered sacred, so the village wouldn’t have let her get away with treating me too roughly. Our middle sister, Kovoy, though not protected by her gender and its associated status, was similarly advantaged in other ways: she grew up to be even stronger in body and tougher in spirit than I. Of course, things weren’t as easy for Kolas, my dear youngest sister.
Physically, she was put at a disadvantage with her naturally smaller frame; she didn’t stand a chance against the other kids – who were almost twice her weight – let alone Sabwo, who was not only an adult woman, but a rather large and muscular one at that. And emotionally, Kolas always had a very soft and sensitive nature. Sabwo always taught us that a leader must never let their emotions overwhelm them, nor should those emotions be allowed to sway one’s judgement. She also taught us that a leader should always handle themselves with aplomb, never betraying any sadness, fear, or even joy they may feel. The only emotion she ever showed freely, or encouraged us to show freely, was a sort of cold animosity that sent shivers down the spines of anyone who dared to find themselves at the wrong end of her ire. Kolas’s personality, of course, was the exact opposite of this. She was the type to be both driven by and easily overwhelmed by her emotions, and to always show them outwardly. On top of that, there wasn’t a mean bone in her body.
Speaking of bodies, I was brought back to the reality of my current situation by a sharp pain on my left side, right below my ribs. I hadn’t had a bite to eat for 7 A-cycles [local days, each lasting 18 Earth hours; 7 A-cycles≈5 Earth days] now; I was looking forward to finally having a proper meal. Yet, as I looked down at my kill, that lifeless corpse, that used to be someone, someone with a life so similar to mine, *even more similar to my sis- …*no. I couldn’t think like that right now. As I stared at the… meat, because that’s all this was now, I reminded myself that really, I was saving the lives of those I loved. When I and the other hunters left my tribe, the crops were failing. And as we set out to look for game, we found none. I knew that if we did not return with something soon, Sabwo, as leader, would have to kill her own people so that we wouldn’t all starve. And knowing her; in all of her cold, calculating, loveless, glory; she’d slaughter the member of the tribe that she saw as contributing the least. Even if that person was her own youngest daughter – that little sister I loved so much.
“That was a close one, wasn’t it?” a hushed, but still-too-loud voice exclaimed in a poor attempt at whispering.
“Quiet, or we’ll get caught!” I hissed.
Lashayu, the owner of that voice, recoiled and shrunk to a quadrupedal stance, his long, bushed-up tail tucked between his legs and his ears lowered and pinned back in submission. Though I couldn’t help but notice that those ears were a rather dark shade of orange. Almost as if he were… flustered? No, that couldn’t be right; he was a child – and one that I’ve been nothing but cold to at that.
Our hunt chief, Hwoy, sent Lashayu to help me with this hunt. He had jumped down from a higher branch – one of many this treetop village was built upon – so that he landed right in front of our prey. With Lashayu’s presence as a distraction, it was easier for me to sneak up from behind and make the kill. Though a one-to-one fight would have been fairer and thus more honorable, we could not afford to care about such abstract values when the survival of our tribe depended on the success of this hunt. And apparently, even though Lashayu was armed with both a hunting knife and a rather long stick, our prey would have kicked his ass had I not been there to swiftly dispatch him before he could do so. Hence his earlier comment.
I really couldn’t blame him for his incompetence though, as he was so young and so new to the Pack. A, he was younger than I was when I joined, and barely older than Kolas was now! And unlike me, he didn’t even want to be here! Most boys are excited when it comes time for them to be drafted; having had it drilled into their heads from a young age that “it’s your sacred duty!” and “an honor to go out into the wilderness to provide for your tribe!”. But some, of course, are unpersuaded. The wilderness, after all, is a dangerous place. For one, we weren’t the only hunters out here. There were quite a few creatures higher on the food chain than us; losing a hunter was the most probable end to an encounter with them. Even those below us on the food chain could be dangerous; a hunt gone awry could spell disaster. On top of having to face such perils, Lashayu was forced to enact decisions that no 7 La-cycle old [11 y.o.; 15 y.o. human maturation equiv.] child should. To take any part in murder, even if it was for your own survival, would surely cause some lasting emotional effects. All things considered, perhaps I shouldn’t be so hard on Lashayu; he was dealing with a lot and didn’t deserve my criticism.
Besides, I couldn’t complete this hunt without him; I would need another person to help me carry out the body swiftly so that we wouldn’t be caught. Otherwise, an all-out war between our peoples could occur. Though we were obviously not above murder, we wanted to avoid such excessive bloodshed as war; it would just be a waste, really.
So, Lashayu pulled out two small lengths of rope from his pack, which we used to tie the wrists and ankles of our prey to the long stick Lashayu carried. That way, it would be much easier to transport the body. Now that I think about it, it was kind of fitting that Lashayu be the one to carry the stick we would use for this since his name literally translated to “stick”. The humorous play on words coaxed a small smile and tail flick from my previously stone-cold countenance. But I digress.
As we set off to bring the body back to the group, I returned to my musings about my sister. I tried to imagine Kolas as a hunter taking the kill, and couldn’t help but huff in amusement, for the sheer implausibility of her ever committing such an act was almost laughable.
No, she would not join the Pack. Even if it would bring us together, even if it was her best chance of escaping the constant harassment she faced back home, she would not do it.
“What’s so funny?” Lashayu inquired once we reached a distance where it was unlikely anyone would hear us as long as we remained quiet. “I- if I may ask, sir,” he quickly added, stumbling over himself in awkward, overexaggerated deference. It was honestly kind of cute. Not in a weird way of course, more like the way a small animal is cute. And not that I could tell him that anyway; a friendship between us could prove messy; it was for the best that our relationship remained strictly professional.
Processing his question, I heaved a wistful sigh, tail and ears lowered, a sad smile on my face. “Oh… it’s…” I stopped myself before I could get too personal. Could I really let him know just how worried I was about my sister?
He might think I’d gone soft. He might think I was weak. And I couldn’t, ever, be weak.
No, I must maintain my uncaring façade. So, I put on that mask of aggression that never failed to hide what was going on underneath; I pinned my ears back, gave my tail a good thrash, and snarled through gritted teeth: “It’s… it’s none of your business.”
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Also, though I do have plans for more chapters (in fact, actual NoP stuff won’t happen until chapter 4), I might not be able to complete them, at least not with any haste. I apologize if this is an inconvenience, but do keep in mind that all of this is free and thus offered solely at my discretion. That said, I hope you find this very entertaining! (and yes, that’s a Hazbin Hotel reference, for those of you in that fandom… and perhaps a bit of foreshadowing… ^`v´^.)
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- individuals of any species that are more than one solar rotation younger than legal adult age.
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Memory Transcription Subject: Skoy, Larul hunter
Date (standardized human time): December 18th, 2141
It was a pleasure to kill. Ever since my first hunt, 3 La-cycles [local years, each approximately 1.5 Earth years long] ago, I had relished in the many joys of the process. From stalking prey down, waiting for the perfect time to strike, to the climactic triumph of finally swooping in for the kill. It satisfied something deep and instinctual within me, for I was a predator. And there was nothing wrong with that. Animals have to consume other lifeforms to survive. It is simply the way of things.
Still, it was also a pain. It was a pain to take the life of an animal, to take the life of a creature that felt fear and felt pain, to take the life of a creature that cried in desperation for that mercy which was not and could not be given. As I slit the throat of my prey – as his warm, dark orange blood coated my hands; its sweet, savory, rich, metallic, saliva-inducing scent wafting into my nostrils; tantalizing me with the promise of the feast that was to come – I felt hunger, yes. But I also felt as if a bowstring inside of me was pulled taut and then mercilessly released, letting loose a proverbial arrow that pierced my soul just as deeply as an actual arrow would pierce a creature’s heart. And from that wound, a shadow of grief spread throughout my entire being, like a thundercloud threatening to drown me in sorrow. As I watched the light leave his eyes, it felt as if the light within me dimmed a little bit as well. One couldn’t tell it from my detached expression, but I was overwhelmed with emotion. It was almost as if I actually cared about those I killed. Stupid empathy. Always such a bother; always trying to get in the way of what has to be done. I was a hunter; I had killed countless times before and should be beyond such things. Though I suppose I had never killed prey of this kind before. Prey of my kind before. But desperate times called for desperate measures. Better they get hurt than someone in my tribe. Better them… than Kolas.
Kolas was my youngest sister, still just a child. She’d be 6 La-cycles [9 Earth years] old now, barely a pre-adolescent [12 y.o. human maturation equivalent]. It would be a couple of La-cycles [3 Earth years] until she was old enough to join me in the Pack – if she wanted to, that is. I mean, she has never been anything but a shining epitome of kindness; not really the type to kill anything, let alone… this. But I’m sure that given time, she would come to understand the necessity of our role, and could learn to take the lives of at least our normal prey. But most importantly of all, if she joined the Pack, she would be given the chance to learn how to fight: which meant she would finally be able to defend herself.
Kolas was always a bit smaller and weaker than the other children her age, and they, recognizing her as an easy target, bullied her relentlessly for it. But perhaps her greatest bully of all was no child, but her own mother. Sabwo - our mother, and that of the tribe – had no patience for anything she saw as weakness. She believed that brute strength and might were incredibly important in a leader, and as her heirs, any lack of these qualities was unacceptable in us. She also believed that the best way to forge these attributes in a person was to beat it into them – both emotionally and physically – until their hides grew tough and their souls grew hard. I was lucky in that I had little trouble keeping up with her expectations; I was born a strong, healthy baby who was able to grow into a strong, healthy adult. Plus, I was naʻa [nonbinary], and thus considered sacred, so the village wouldn’t have let her get away with treating me too roughly. Our middle sister, Kovoy, though not protected by her gender and its associated status, was similarly advantaged in other ways: she grew up to be even stronger in body and tougher in spirit than I. Of course, things weren’t as easy for Kolas, my dear youngest sister.
Physically, she was put at a disadvantage with her naturally smaller frame; she didn’t stand a chance against the other kids – who were almost twice her weight – let alone Sabwo, who was not only an adult woman, but a rather large and muscular one at that. And emotionally, Kolas always had a very soft and sensitive nature. Sabwo always taught us that a leader must never let their emotions overwhelm them, nor should those emotions be allowed to sway one’s judgement. She also taught us that a leader should always handle themselves with aplomb, never betraying any sadness, fear, or even joy they may feel. The only emotion she ever showed freely, or encouraged us to show freely, was a sort of cold animosity that sent shivers down the spines of anyone who dared to find themselves at the wrong end of her ire. Kolas’s personality, of course, was the exact opposite of this. She was the type to be both driven by and easily overwhelmed by her emotions, and to always show them outwardly. On top of that, there wasn’t a mean bone in her body.
Speaking of bodies, I was brought back to the reality of my current situation by a sharp pain on my left side, right below my ribs. I hadn’t had a bite to eat for 7 A-cycles [local days, each lasting 18 Earth hours; 7 A-cycles≈5 Earth days] now; I was looking forward to finally having a proper meal. Yet, as I looked down at my kill, that lifeless corpse, that used to be someone, someone with a life so similar to mine, *even more similar to my sis- …*no. I couldn’t think like that right now. As I stared at the… meat, because that’s all this was now, I reminded myself that really, I was saving the lives of those I loved. When I and the other hunters left my tribe, the crops were failing. And as we set out to look for game, we found none. I knew that if we did not return with something soon, Sabwo, as leader, would have to kill her own people so that we wouldn’t all starve. And knowing her; in all of her cold, calculating, loveless, glory; she’d slaughter the member of the tribe that she saw as contributing the least. Even if that person was her own youngest daughter – that little sister I loved so much.
“That was a close one, wasn’t it?” a hushed, but still-too-loud voice exclaimed in a poor attempt at whispering.
“Quiet, or we’ll get caught!” I hissed.
Lashayu, the owner of that voice, recoiled and shrunk to a quadrupedal stance, his long, bushed-up tail tucked between his legs and his ears lowered and pinned back in submission. Though I couldn’t help but notice that those ears were a rather dark shade of orange. Almost as if he were… flustered? No, that couldn’t be right; he was a child – and one that I’ve been nothing but cold to at that.
Our hunt chief, Hwoy, sent Lashayu to help me with this hunt. He had jumped down from a higher branch – one of many this treetop village was built upon – so that he landed right in front of our prey. With Lashayu’s presence as a distraction, it was easier for me to sneak up from behind and make the kill. Though a one-to-one fight would have been fairer and thus more honorable, we could not afford to care about such abstract values when the survival of our tribe depended on the success of this hunt. And apparently, even though Lashayu was armed with both a hunting knife and a rather long stick, our prey would have kicked his ass had I not been there to swiftly dispatch him before he could do so. Hence his earlier comment.
I really couldn’t blame him for his incompetence though, as he was so young and so new to the Pack. A, he was younger than I was when I joined, and barely older than Kolas was now! And unlike me, he didn’t even want to be here! Most boys are excited when it comes time for them to be drafted; having had it drilled into their heads from a young age that “it’s your sacred duty!” and “an honor to go out into the wilderness to provide for your tribe!”. But some, of course, are unpersuaded. The wilderness, after all, is a dangerous place. For one, we weren’t the only hunters out here. There were quite a few creatures higher on the food chain than us; losing a hunter was the most probable end to an encounter with them. Even those below us on the food chain could be dangerous; a hunt gone awry could spell disaster. On top of having to face such perils, Lashayu was forced to enact decisions that no 7 La-cycle old [11 y.o.; 15 y.o. human maturation equiv.] child should. To take any part in murder, even if it was for your own survival, would surely cause some lasting emotional effects. All things considered, perhaps I shouldn’t be so hard on Lashayu; he was dealing with a lot and didn’t deserve my criticism.
Besides, I couldn’t complete this hunt without him; I would need another person to help me carry out the body swiftly so that we wouldn’t be caught. Otherwise, an all-out war between our peoples could occur. Though we were obviously not above murder, we wanted to avoid such excessive bloodshed as war; it would just be a waste, really.
So, Lashayu pulled out two small lengths of rope from his pack, which we used to tie the wrists and ankles of our prey to the long stick Lashayu carried. That way, it would be much easier to transport the body. Now that I think about it, it was kind of fitting that Lashayu be the one to carry the stick we would use for this since his name literally translated to “stick”. The humorous play on words coaxed a small smile and tail flick from my previously stone-cold countenance. But I digress.
As we set off to bring the body back to the group, I returned to my musings about my sister. I tried to imagine Kolas as a hunter taking the kill, and couldn’t help but huff in amusement, for the sheer implausibility of her ever committing such an act was almost laughable.
No, she would not join the Pack. Even if it would bring us together, even if it was her best chance of escaping the constant harassment she faced back home, she would not do it.
“What’s so funny?” Lashayu inquired once we reached a distance where it was unlikely anyone would hear us as long as we remained quiet. “I- if I may ask, sir,” he quickly added, stumbling over himself in awkward, overexaggerated deference. It was honestly kind of cute. Not in a weird way of course, more like the way a small animal is cute. And not that I could tell him that anyway; a friendship between us could prove messy; it was for the best that our relationship remained strictly professional.
Processing his question, I heaved a wistful sigh, tail and ears lowered, a sad smile on my face. “Oh… it’s…” I stopped myself before I could get too personal. Could I really let him know just how worried I was about my sister?
He might think I’d gone soft. He might think I was weak. And I couldn’t, ever, be weak.
No, I must maintain my uncaring façade. So, I put on that mask of aggression that never failed to hide what was going on underneath; I pinned my ears back, gave my tail a good thrash, and snarled through gritted teeth: “It’s… it’s none of your business.”
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