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what a perfect collision of stars it was - rip gemini - July 19, 2017
maybe @Mouse ?! i left it all welcome so there's absolutely no obligation mini!
*sneakily tries to use this for geologist* ♥
*sneakily tries to use this for geologist* ♥
The early morning sun is still ascending in the horizon, and the morning is pleasantly cool because of it. The breeze that writhes through the vale ruffles his umbra dusted cape as he finishes up his patrols. He seeks the Vale’s food caches now and heads further in territory until he reaches the cache closest to him. As Mato begins to shift through the loosely packed earth that covers it he is reminded of the time he helped his father with the very same task: sorting out the rotten or rotting meats. Such a simple task! And yet it proved extremely pivotal for young Mato who in a few days time would be joining the ranks of the adults. A moment he should have but would not get the chance to share with his siblings (which in turn triggers the slight pang of guilt that he has yet to visit them as he had promised). He turns thoughts from it (for what good does it do to dwell upon such things?) and continues with his self given task, meticulous and thorough. Once he is sure he has sorted out all of the decaying meat he re-covers the cache and sets to making a new hole for the rotting meat so it can nourish the earth as it was meant to nourish them.
RE: what a perfect collision of stars it was - Mouse - July 19, 2017
hi! ♥
Day by day, just as he had first suspected when he agreed to check out the Vale and had begun travelling with Rannoch, Mouse was growing to really like the life in the mountains. He could not say he loved it yet because as a wolf born and raised in the coast, he knew he would forever miss the sea and the tangy smell of salt, but he had found a certain charm in the slopes of the mountain and the way the clouds seemed to nap on the very top at dawn.
Currently, it was him who was napping, perched on a rock with a flat surface and its sides covered in dark greenish moss. Somewhere near that rock was the cache Mato was so diligently tending to, and it was when he began to bury the rotten meat that Mouse's eyes fluttered open and let out a loud yawn simultaneously. After blinking the remaining somnolence from his eyes, he focused on the grey peppered male movements.
"ah, classic way to get rid of a body" he commented, his lips parting to reveal the beginning of a smirk. "don't worry i won't tell" he added, his tail thumping softly against the surface of his perch before the creamy Ostrega pulled himself from the rock. "lucky im the only eye witness..." he went on. Of course he was joking, he did not think he had just witnessed anything strange, and if he had...well...he'd just made himself an accomplice.