Rules

1. Roleplay as one of your pets, NOT your avatar.
2. Be nice.

Memory trotted along the riverbanks of Shengui Guo. Trotted was perhaps the incorrect word, given that her hooves were made entirely out of fabric and thus was noiseless against the ground. Although not a native to this particular city, Devonti quite enjoyed her time in Shengui Guo. It's oriental culture and landscape was a refreshing change from the rest of Subeta.

"Tsssk, watch your ssstep."

Euphoria, a nuclear serpenth, roused from her resting position as the tip of her tail found it's way beneath the cloth hoof of an nostalgic pet.

Cloth foot..

The serpenth chittered with distaste, displeased that the creature before her was entirely inedible on top of being rude. What a useless specimen. "What isss your purposse here, clothy?"

Memory's carefree prancing was startled by a low hiss, that interrupted her innocent humming. Wide glass eyes swivelled around her immediate surroundings until they landed upon the perpetrator – a serpentine Subetan who she had completely overlooked.

Whilst normally a polite and courteous Devonti, the tone of the nuclear pet somewhat irked her. She sniffed haughtily, pausing in her trotting to peer at the serpenth. What strange markings! Definitely not a local.

"First of all, my name isn't clothy, it's Memory." She began, adjusting herself on her hooves so that she rose to her fullest height – a futile attempt given how the serpenth was still much taller than herself. "And second of all, that's my business and my business alone!"

"Memory? Pretentioussss name, isssn't it? Your Massster mussst have faith in your abilitiesss." After giving the smaller being a scrutinizing survey, Euphoria couldn't imagine the devonti as someone worthy of such a sound name. Only the very best recieved a realistic naming convention. Alas, it could also be a reflection of it's Master's confidence rather than the reality of the devonti's skill..

"None of my bussinesss, even though your' bussinesss' interrupted my resst?"

The serpenth's tongue flickered in and out, before she'd suddenly uncoil and lunge at the cloth and magic born creature. Might as well test and find out if it deserved it's name or not.

The serpenth's subsequent words did not endear itself to Memory any further. "At a matter of fact, yes. I'm a lot more than just 'cloth'!" She asserted, throwing her head up in pride. She did not doubt her 'master's judgement. In fact, she did not even consider Relu to be her master, but rather her friend.

Memory was about to retort that the serpenth shouldn't have been resting in the middle of the footpath when she noticed the tension in the air suddenly tightening. It was a split second of recognising her adversary uncoiling before, with preternatural agility, Memory sprung out of the way and onto a nearby wooden crate.

"How dare you!" She cried, anger surging forth. And with reflexive retaliation, she bucked her knees and lowered her head, springing towards the serpenth with the intention of ramming her curved horns into the reptile's flank.

Though Euphoria was surprised that the ruby annoyance had managed to dodge, she was not surprised when it retaliated and it's horns felt like nothing against the bulk of her scales. In fact, it felt exactly like one would expect a stuffed animal to feel like having been thrown at oneself.

"Interesssting, you are quick but powerlesssss. What an odd mix."

She turned around, coiling once more as her useless wings shuffled a bit to shake the rust of rest from them. "What'sss it like being sssuch a weak pet?"

Though Euphoria wasn't as booksmart as her friend, Intellect, she was still curious enough to be intrigued by oddities. Even if they were inedible and had prestigious names unbefitting of their capabilities..

Memory was satisfied when the evil serpenth received the full brunt of her head butt. As she steadied herself on her feet again, she looked up, fully expecting the serpenth to turn tail and slither away back to the depths of wherever it had arisen from…

"H-how?" Memory spluttered, blinking bemusedly at the serpenth. But it quickly turned back into indignance as she stamped her foot on the ground. "I'm not weak!"

She huffed, air coming out of her nostrils (quite remarkably), and tried to prove a point. "I'll have you know that I regularly fight in the Battle Colosseum! The Buttwing Bomber knows to fear my name." She levelled her gaze at the coiled reptile.