Username: Agent Maine(Meta)
Stalker1: May I borrow ebony?
Items?: N/A
How would you react to thise situations
1.Stalker freaking out- Try and calm them down with a soft call of their name and a slow gentle stroke to their head and back
2. Stalker getting distracted- Whistle softly and snap my fingers or call their name.
4. Stalker not listening to you- A more higher pick whistle and soft clap of my hands. See if perhaps asking them the problem would assist as well.
5.Stalker manging to bring something down- Let them choose if they want to eat it or have it as a pet.
6.What will you do if your stalker runs into another stalker?: Try and distract them both with some meat, tossing it in opposite directions so to get them away from each other. Then study the other stalker from afar.
7. other things happening.- Congratulate the stalker on a well deserved hunt, even if nothing is captured.
Username: Agent Maine(Meta)
Stalker name: Yorkie
Stalker gender: fe/male
Story/drawings/Comic:
It all started when i went for a walk through the woods. Its not something i do often, but on small occasions when i wanna escape the public, i'll go into the forest, pick up interesting rocks and such, however, this time would be a time unlike any others.
As i walked through the forest, weaving around trees and rocks, peeking into caves to see what wild life awaited inside, i heard a cry as well as a roar. My first instinct was to flee, but instead, i decided to investigate. What i came across was some adolesence mointain lion, trying to attack a baby stalker. I braved myself, knowing the poor creatures parents would be distraught if i let it be killed and ran over. I fanned out my jacket and flapped it alittle, mimicking its sounds tell the mountain lion believed me to me some bigger predator and ran away.
When i was sure it was gone, i approached the baby stalker carefully. I checked it over to see if it was injured and was heartbroken to find one of its eyes had been hurt. I coo'ed gently and hushed the little thing tell it calmed down. I gently stroked its head, only to frown when it reeled back and away from my touch. So, i gave it distance, laying my jacket over the rocks it used as shelter to keep it hidden before moving back. I looked around before i ran home. I returned to the poor creature hours later and laid a small bowl of water out and a few pieces of cut meat and whispered that i'd be back tomorrow to see if its parents had come and taken it home.
When i returned the next day, a small backpack on with a pillow, blanket, bottle of water and more food, i couldn't help but feel saddened that the little thing was still there. Did i mess up by leaving my jacket there? Did i scare its parents away? I hope not. Either way, i was careful to work around the scared little stalker and make its tiny shelter more comfortable. I replenished its food and water, took my jacket and covered it with the blanket before backing away and sitting nearby. I told the tiny stalker story upon story of life outside the forest, and the tiny stalker seemed to listen. So when i decided to leave, i told it so. I told him that i had to go before it got dark and that i'd be back tomorrow. And with that, i left.
I probably repeated this cycle for a couple weeks, maybe even a month, but its parents never came back. However, the stalker seemed to think of me as a parent instead. As soon the stalker was crawling from its tiny nest and nuzzling into my lap in the chilly afternoons, listening to me ramble about my day without a care in the world. It really seemed to enjoy my company, and one day, when it was my time to leave, it followed me. I tried telling it to go back and wait for its parents, but he merely chirped, squeaked and squealed at me. So, i took it home, unable to really see the harm in taking home an abandoned critter.
So, i cared for it for a few days, and learned that even with the frills of a female, it wouldn't listen to me when i called it a she. So, i started calling it a him instead, and that gained his attention even more. I decided to name him Yorkie, because his playful and hyper nature reminded me of a yorkshire terrier. And we've never been closer. But i still can't help but wonder why he was all alone the day i found him. Maybe one day i'll find his parents and see if they can answer that question for me. But until then, i can't wait to see what adventures i'll go on with my new best friend. Ain't that right yorkie?Discription/looks: Yorkie is a pale gold color with a dark orange frill, his left eye is brown while the right is a light blue due to a scar, leaving him blind on the right side. He wears a brown cape/hoodie so to try and hide himself as well as try and hide his frills.
Other: Yorkie believes himself to be male, even with the female appearance, also, how he survived due to bright coloring is in the story.
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