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if this is to end in fire
wildfire
then we should all burn together
Sweat glistened brightly on Gaucho's neck as well as he worked away. He was finding it difficult the further down he went to keep the sand from the edges to stop falling back in. His bulk was often to blame, as his elbows or even chest at times succeeded in undoing the work of the past few minutes. Gaucho's dark ears pinned against his head as he began to make the hole wider and wider, focusing some of his energy on the diameter that than just the depth. It slowed his progress but it was certainly a more efficient choice.
Muscle pain began to eat away at Gaucho's shoulders as his movements continued. He didn't have any muscles already developed that had been conditioned for digging. Clenching his teeth together and exhaling breath after agitated breath, Gaucho forced himself to continue. He would not take a break, would not linger and half ass it. If the oil was down there Gaucho was going to bring it up. Besides, with Cera working as diligently at his side how could he not follow suit?
After what felt like hours, the sand which had previously been moist and dark was suddenly slick and black. A squeal of joy left Gaucho's lips as he hauled himself backwards, looking at the oil as it caught the light of the sun. Brilliant and colourful patterns danced and swayed on the liquid that seemed to just sit on the surface of the sand, not mixing with it at all.
"CERA. GAUCHO FIND. YOU FIND TOO?" He hollered, looking down at the oil. Peeling his gaze away to find the golden prince, he noted just how deep his own hole was. If Gaucho had found oil likely Cera had as well.
Leaning backwards Gaucho rose to a standing position, shaking the sand from his legs and giving his aching muscles a chance to relax. His back screamed as it was called out of its hunched over position, but Gaucho ignored it. They had done it! He trotted a few steps away to where he had dropped the buckets. Picking up one in his teeth he deposited it to the crafter. Returning for the other, he brought it to his own hole. After digging down only slightly farther the dun was pleased to see that there was enough oil that it easily filled the bucket.
Snorting with joy and appreciation that his time digging in the sand was over, the Wildfire brought the bucket out of the hole carefully using his teeth.
With Cera's help he had done it.
Step one complete.
This wasn't so bad.
Muscle pain began to eat away at Gaucho's shoulders as his movements continued. He didn't have any muscles already developed that had been conditioned for digging. Clenching his teeth together and exhaling breath after agitated breath, Gaucho forced himself to continue. He would not take a break, would not linger and half ass it. If the oil was down there Gaucho was going to bring it up. Besides, with Cera working as diligently at his side how could he not follow suit?
After what felt like hours, the sand which had previously been moist and dark was suddenly slick and black. A squeal of joy left Gaucho's lips as he hauled himself backwards, looking at the oil as it caught the light of the sun. Brilliant and colourful patterns danced and swayed on the liquid that seemed to just sit on the surface of the sand, not mixing with it at all.
"CERA. GAUCHO FIND. YOU FIND TOO?" He hollered, looking down at the oil. Peeling his gaze away to find the golden prince, he noted just how deep his own hole was. If Gaucho had found oil likely Cera had as well.
Leaning backwards Gaucho rose to a standing position, shaking the sand from his legs and giving his aching muscles a chance to relax. His back screamed as it was called out of its hunched over position, but Gaucho ignored it. They had done it! He trotted a few steps away to where he had dropped the buckets. Picking up one in his teeth he deposited it to the crafter. Returning for the other, he brought it to his own hole. After digging down only slightly farther the dun was pleased to see that there was enough oil that it easily filled the bucket.
Snorting with joy and appreciation that his time digging in the sand was over, the Wildfire brought the bucket out of the hole carefully using his teeth.
With Cera's help he had done it.
Step one complete.
This wasn't so bad.
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