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Training - Confidence
Colette had spent so little of her childhood on her father’s estate that it hardly felt like home. Trees that she had thought she’d remembered were strangely absent, and the shimmering creeks had rerouted or completely dried up. She blamed much of it on the imperfect memory of a young child, twisted and warped by time and imagination.
The cause of some of this change of landscape though, was obvious in the deep muddy furrows left behind where flowering hedges once flourished. Hogs the size of horses, some terrifying amalgamation of nature magic and feral pig, had been slowly encroaching on the sizeable territory. Frowning, one hand went to her hip only to find it empty. Perhaps it wasn’t so smart for her to travel the grounds unarmed.
A grating call echoed down from the sky, feathers of white and shades of golden brown catching the sunlight as the large corva circled lazily down to land. Colette watched as it choosily flew past the huge furrows of mud, backwinging wit
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Trust Training- Colette and Enceladus
A First Attempt
Colette was a woman who had no issue with facing the enemy. Sword in hand, she had confronted unwinnable scenarios only to come out victorious for queen and country. Why was it then, that a supposedly friendly, feathered dragon gave her pause?
“It’s just like raising a hatchling, just… harder” The salesman had assured her, seemingly unfazed by the sound of the large beast pacing heavily inside the transport wagon. Though they were rather light in respect for their size, the sturdy structure shifted and swayed as the corva marched from one side to the other, eager to be set free.
That first attempted meeting hadn’t went well. As soon as the wagon’s door had been opened, the antsy creature surged forward and practically knocked Colette to the ground, taking off inside the freshly constructed eyrie to find a perch some thirty feet above their heads. Well, that was how Colette played it back in her mind. In reality she had practica
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Found some old art I hadn't uploaded yet. 

Hortensia 1103 by EyeOfGalyx

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Rider: +2
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Colette had spent so little of her childhood on her father’s estate that it hardly felt like home. Trees that she had thought she’d remembered were strangely absent, and the shimmering creeks had rerouted or completely dried up. She blamed much of it on the imperfect memory of a young child, twisted and warped by time and imagination.

The cause of some of this change of landscape though, was obvious in the deep muddy furrows left behind where flowering hedges once flourished. Hogs the size of horses, some terrifying amalgamation of nature magic and feral pig, had been slowly encroaching on the sizeable territory. Frowning, one hand went to her hip only to find it empty. Perhaps it wasn’t so smart for her to travel the grounds unarmed.

A grating call echoed down from the sky, feathers of white and shades of golden brown catching the sunlight as the large corva circled lazily down to land. Colette watched as it choosily flew past the huge furrows of mud, backwinging with the utmost grace before landing on the large wagon path.

It had been three weeks since the corva joined her in her childhood home, and every day it had seemed to fly nearby and overhead as she made her rounds surveying the acres of territory bequeathed to her. When she’d inquired to other stryx owners, they’d guessed that she was perhaps learning from Colette just where their borders stopped, so as to know just what claim the corva could lay nearby. Others surmised that the dragon was merely curious of its new owner and wished to follow along.

“Good morning, Enceladus.” Colette addressed it politely. She was rewarded with a rough little noise as the crow-like dragon stretched each wing in a leisurely manner before finding great interest in eating a few plants on the side of the road.

Colette decided to leave the beast to its devices, turning to resume her walk down the path… only to stop when she realized she heard scraping footfalls behind her. She turned, and Enceladus stopped, tilting her feathery head to the side.

That was certainly new. Typically Enceladus would merely follow from the sky, often not even in sight. “Fancying a walk this evening, Enceladus?”  She attempted to keep her tone light, but could feel the slight tightness in her throat and a jolt of primal fear in her belly.

Enceladus’ eyes lidded just ever so slightly in an expression Colette had long since decided was avian exasperation. The woman raised her hands in surrender, ignoring that cold anxiety churning in her gut. “Alright, alright… so terribly sorry that I asked.”

Slowly, Colette could feel her anxiety lessen as they made their way down the path. The steady beat of the corva’s feet on the path was merely another noise amongst many. The rustle of a warm spring breeze wafted the scent of honeysuckle into her nostrils, and her shoulders inevitably lost their tension. The occasional pecking of a giant beak on the ground brought less and less anxiety, and even managed to bring a smile to her face when Enceladus let out little excitable chirping noises from finding some tiny lizard or other within the weeds. This was a good thing, right? Just coexisting together, without some weird expectations of interaction or contact?

At least that was how it had begun, and continued for nearly an hour on the trail. Colette had almost forgotten about the avian’s presence until the bird was very suddenly quite close; practically on top of her with its feathered chest pressing into her back. Primal panic tickled up her spine, but didn’t take hold like it would have mere weeks ago.

“Enceladus??” But before she could inquire further, there was an intense cracking noise of a tree being shoved aside. Her heart sunk as the huge body of a boar came into view from the treeline.

That was all she could see before she was enveloped by feathers, encompassed by warmth and noise as Enceladus’ guttural, draconic growl thrummed so loudly around her that she feared her eardrums would burst. It felt like an eternity went by, unable to see anything more than sunlight filtered through a sheet of down and feathers before Enceladus finally smoothed her feathers back against her body to show that the boar was long gone. Colette could not blame it; with how huge a stryx Enceladus was for her breed, even the most ornery of the supernatural board would think twice before picking a fight.

Then it occurred to her. Enceladus had just protected her! In fact, she’d done no differently than how a mother would have shielded her chicks by flaring out her plumage and obscuring her from view. It was really a most precious thought, and one that struck Colette with a rather complicated emotion that made her eyes sting with very unwanted tears. She was a warrior after all, and she felt that crying was not particularly warriorlike.

 “Alright, I’m going to hug you now.” She choked, hoping very much that her open arms would not be misconstrued or unwanted as she wrapped her arms around the feathery, expansive chest. 

 Enceladus churred in response, preening through the woman’s curly blonde locks in response. For once, Colette actually found herself unafraid, even soothed by the attention. Enceladus wouldn’t hurt her, and that was very obvious to her now. It felt almost silly now that she was so afraid. Well, perhaps not so silly considering the dragon was large and imposing enough to scare a boar away. However she was certainly glad that the stryx was on her side!

Speaking of being on her side… the stryx let out another low growl in the direction if distant rustling. When it did not draw nearer, the feathers that had slowly began to bristle smoothed back against the stryx’s lean form.

“Don’t worry, girl. Once I learn to ride you, we’ll go and hunt down the lot of them.”  She could have sworn she saw an excited glint in the bird’s bright blue eye. 

Training - Confidence
This is the second story and training prompt for Enceladus and her new owner, Colette. Enceladus is a fully grown stryx whose former owner sold her off to the wealthy father of Colette. However, her father died before the stryx was shipped over, and Colette inherited the beast along with her father's estate. Over the past few weeks, Colette has been getting over her perfectly natural fear of the huge predator, even though the corva is perfectly tame. In a strange twist, the stryx is actually the one who gains Colette's trust and helps her find her confidence as a new stryx owner!

AP Count:
Personal work: +1
Rider: +2
Training: +1
1000 words: +5
Total = 9

Story 1: Trust Training
Story 2: Confidence Training <-- You are here!
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Bonnet 1254 by EyeOfGalyx

For the Daius image, I literally only had five color pencils on hand. Five. Colors. So much color blending to try to get that purple color. The red was more an orange-red which meant it didn't want to become purple at all when mixed with blue. Anywho that's why the coloring isn't as dusty/muted as Bonnet's true color. But hey, crepuscular lighting!

Nokt, had wider palette range because I had access to a different set of color pencils, but night lighting meant lots of blue tones. And disco ball! Sky party!

Galyx image is marker. Honestly I think I prefer the color pencils. Color pencils are more forgivable in that you can make light marks with it and I don't have a huge range of pastels. Good news is that the daytime setting and being lucky in my copic marker colors meant I had a marker pretty close to Bonnet's color! Getting that pangare blend though, brutal. 


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ANY donations are greatly appreciated!!! 

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A First Attempt

Colette was a woman who had no issue with facing the enemy. Sword in hand, she had confronted unwinnable scenarios only to come out victorious for queen and country. Why was it then, that a supposedly friendly, feathered dragon gave her pause?

“It’s just like raising a hatchling, just… harder” The salesman had assured her, seemingly unfazed by the sound of the large beast pacing heavily inside the transport wagon. Though they were rather light in respect for their size, the sturdy structure shifted and swayed as the corva marched from one side to the other, eager to be set free.

That first attempted meeting hadn’t went well. As soon as the wagon’s door had been opened, the antsy creature surged forward and practically knocked Colette to the ground, taking off inside the freshly constructed eyrie to find a perch some thirty feet above their heads. Well, that was how Colette played it back in her mind. In reality she had practically tripped on her own two feet when the dragon had jumped down from the wagon. She’d been too stunned and terrified to notice the bird had even went through the trouble of not stomping her before making her way to a perch. It was little more than a hop and three wingbeats for even the most petite of dracostryx species.

Never mind that little hiccup in introductions. She’d returned now bearing gifts in the form of a bag full of dead chickens. Her entry had not inspired much reaction at first. It seemed a gift of treats was needed. Reaching into the bag with a grimace, she grabbed one of the carcasses by their cold, scaly feet and held it up in the air.  “Alright then, down off that perch with you. I’ve got a nice bag of dead chickens for you.”  

The snowy ball of feathers seemed to unfurl, turning a sharp, ice-blue eye toward the woman below in a most penetrating stare. Colette swallowed thickly, finding herself suddenly aware of how every hair on the back of her neck was standing on end. This wasn’t like a horse at all; a horse didn’t look at their rider in a way that made them feel as if they were about to be prey. All of Colette’s fears of being devoured was very far from the reality of the situation. This was no wild corva. In fact, she was quite the well-tamed creature for her past owner.  Logically Colette knew this, but logic only went so far when face to face with an animal you didn’t know well.

“A corva is no tyto.”  The salesman’s warning echoed in her head.  “You need to bond with a corva or you’ll be looking at a poor time indeed.”  What was father thinking when he bought this bird?? It was hard to think he’d have had the time or the emotional capacity to bond with it. Her father, rest his soul, had bequeathed his assets to her upon his passing. It was a most bittersweet pill that hadn’t even grief to wash it down; she’d barely known the man. If she were smart, she’d sell the stryx and move on with her life.  

That’s what she’d kept telling herself when she’d been presented with the paperwork to sign for the incoming animal. For whatever reason, she’d signed it. Perhaps it was curiosity. She cursed this curiosity to the farthest depths of purgatory as the stryx finally unfurled its wings and leapt down from its perch.  

Colette flinched when its heavy landing sent a blast of pressurized air into her face, even though it had landed a good three or so of its paces away. Corva weren’t nearly as large as stryx could even get, but it felt larger than life as it stood up to its inches and stared at her with a side eye to size her up. What was it waiting for? Oh… right. The chicken. Finding herself unwilling to coax it further toward herself, Colette opted to throw the carcass at the beast’s scaly, foreboding feet.  The pleased rumbling ‘caw’ could be practically felt in Colette’s chest as it plucked the ‘treat’ from the ground, throwing it back without so much as chewing it. With how birdlike these dragons were… was it not odd to eat the avian morsel? Then again, she supposed a raptor had no issue felling and demolishing a mourning dove.

Eager to deter the beast from coming any nearer, Colette threw each chicken in rapid succession, ignoring how her stomach churned in distaste as each offering slid down the snow and gold-hued creature’s throat. Her last throw obviously wasn’t fast enough, because the stryx took one great step forward, and then another. The woman sucked a breath through her teeth and stumbled back, steeling herself for an attack… But found herself instead looking up at a much, much nearer creature that was staring down with its head cocked to the side, watching her every move. Now was not the time to show weakness. Even a horse would take advantage of a person who did not show confidence. Squaring her shoulders, she ignored the primal part of her brain that was screaming for her to run. It was time to instill some ground rules, and manners.

The final chicken carcass was put behind her back, eliciting a curious noise from the stryx that now towered over her. “Now, don’t think you can just loom over me and get what you want! Shoo, back right on up!”

If the verbal request didn’t sink in, her reaching her hand out and putting it out ‘stop sign’ style seemed to mean something. Acquiescing, the stryx gave its tail a gentle swish and took a half step back. Oh lovely, that was fine, she’d take it as progress in the right direction: the direction of ‘backwards’, perhaps. Oh, well, when put that way it didn’t sound like the correct direction at all. Never mind that! Colette could hardly throw the chicken corpse fast enough before briskly letting herself out of the eyrie door.




Issues of Trust

This eyrie is smaller than my last one. It isn’t too much of an issue; the beddings are soft and the perches are sturdy. The largest problem that presents itself is that the human seems absolutely distrustful of me. This is also not so much a problem as the fact that there are no other stryx. She is literally my only source of amusement and friendship. For all that she seems terrified of me, she is absolutely stubborn and seems adamant at keeping her position as the boss. Ridiculous… but this is the way of living with humans. In order to be friends with them, it’s so very necessary to respect their strange customs and subscribe to the give and take relationship that involves allowing them to house us in their eyries and ride us when they please. The food, comfort and friendships formed is the payoff. Surely, I could always make an easy meal of her but that would hardly be sporting. For as many years as I have lived, I am far too fond of humans and human-kin to burn that nest down. The wilderness simply doesn’t provide what I am looking for.

I miss my old human… but that is neither here or now. I have a new one, and she needs a lot of work. Training her not to be an irritating flinching thing is going to take time, and a development of trust. That would be much easier to do if she didn’t keep running away all of the time. Oh, funnily enough, my feeder is bolted down with quite the simplest of latches. It should be easy enough to use this to my advantage.





Human Training

The Stryx had locked Colette in the eyrie.

Well, ‘locked’ was not really the correct word for it. It was more like the giant birdbeast had dropped the giant metal feeder down in front of the door as a barricade.

“NO! You stay… stay RIGHT there, you!” Colette waved both arms frantically, as if swatting would somehow keep the enormous feathered dragon from doing pretty much anything it wanted to do.  It did, however, elicit a most annoyed squawk and puff it’s feathered out from its body. It would almost be funny how much the beast looked like an annoyed chicken if it weren’t for it being three hundred pounds of potential murder.

Her options of escape were limited to the set of large double doors. Was this perhaps an elaborate ploy to escape? Well if it meant not getting eaten by a giant bird dragon, then perhaps it was an acceptable compromise. Hands still splayed, she slowly began to creep toward the doors. Her gaze remained locked with the corva, staring down that ice gaze as if she would repel it by sheer force of will.

Even the stryx seemed surprised when Colette lunched for the doors, slamming her hand against the magical panel that had been installed to allow her to open the door from the inside (Any manual lock would have been far too easy for even the dumbest stryx to figure out). The doors swung open by arcane compulsion and Colette flattened herself against a wall, anticipating the frantic escape of her avian-dragon ‘captive’.

The look the corva gave her was nothing short of ‘Are you kidding me?’. Turning her head, the dragon side-eyed her new human with a look that could be described as ‘concerned’ before calmly, placidly walking through the doors… And proceeded to take a dust bath. Colette peered around the eyrie’s doorframe, frowning with confusion. No grand escape? Had the Stryx not realized her sudden freedom from her inept human owner and flown off into the great yonder? Either she hadn’t… or the giant bird had absolutely no intention of making a ‘fly’ for it at all.  

Sheepishly, she stepped out into the sunlight, watching with fascination at its antics. Funny, the dragon wasn’t quite as scary when rolling about in the dirt, snuffling as happy as a young filly that had been let out of a stall they’d been confined to for far too long. A bit of guilt twisted her gut. Had the stryx rigged the handler’s entrance so that Colette would let her have a bit of fresh air? For whatever reason, it hadn’t occurred to her that being cooped up in her eyrie for the better part of a week might be something the stryx was disused to. If that was so, it was impressive they weren’t thoroughly pissed off and ready to be rid of their new inept owner.

“So, this is happening, is it? You’re sticking around… here. With me.”  There was no small amount of disbelief in the woman’s tone.

A cheerful blue eye turned to the human and the beast let out a smug little rumble.  ‘Oh, little dear human, you’d have to try so much harder than that to be rid of me.’

Or that’s what it seemed like she said, anyways. Perhaps that little bit of narrative was all in Colette’s head.
Trust Training- Colette and Enceladus
Enceladus 2317 by EyeOfGalyx

Okay, so this is my first attempt at writing in a while. I've been piddling with it for two days but I just need to commit, post, and keep on writing and improving instead of agonizing over it. There are probably still mistakes, but hopefully I'll improve and get back into the groove as I write more.

This is an alternate take on Trust Training, as the stryx is a mature adult and has been moved over to a new owner. I'd originally thought that I'd make her a flighty, distrusting creature but she's older and has been around the block and has spent a long time domesticated with humanoids. So.. really she's the one having to show Colette the ropes.

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Training - +1
Rider - +2
Personal - +1
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A friend of mine from highschool had her baby, but she has some very severe heart issues that need corrective surgery. The surgery is happening no matter what, but they are looking to earn money to pay for their month-long stay. This is so that they can be nearby during this very risky surgery and quite frankly I don't blame her. I have a baby of my own near the same age as hers and... I just can't even imagine. 

ANY donations are greatly appreciated!!! 

Thank you so much in advance, guys. 

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