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01-02-2017, 05:54 PM
Vastra
After Kisamoa’s speech, the crowd started to disperse and Vastra wasn’t sure exactly where she should go. Some drifted away, presumably finding other borders to these strange marshes she had never known existed, but none of them were those she cared about. She had not yet seen her mother or brother and so didn’t have either of them to help her choose where to go. So she stuck close to their gathering place, watching as others began to work clearing away debris and death and gather up the bones to bring back to Kisamoa.
Part of her didn’t really want to give him the bones - she wanted them. Wanted to chew on them and see what new creature she could turn into.
The colts from the Dragonball game were nearby but she did not go to join them, and she shied away from the other filly she did not know. If the precious few that she liked weren’t around, Vastra would work by herself - picking a spot on the border to the dead lands away from the others. For a moment, the yearling just stared at the decay before her. It was a mess and she scowled as she breathed in the sick scent of mold and death. There weren’t nearly as many bones here as she thought there would be, which was rather disappointing. But maybe she just needed to uncover them.
The trees were far too big for her to move but she started to shoulder aside smaller logs and push what she could to make a little path. She’d have to, regrettably, get an adult to help her with the larger pieces but for now she would do what she could.
Part of her didn’t really want to give him the bones - she wanted them. Wanted to chew on them and see what new creature she could turn into.
The colts from the Dragonball game were nearby but she did not go to join them, and she shied away from the other filly she did not know. If the precious few that she liked weren’t around, Vastra would work by herself - picking a spot on the border to the dead lands away from the others. For a moment, the yearling just stared at the decay before her. It was a mess and she scowled as she breathed in the sick scent of mold and death. There weren’t nearly as many bones here as she thought there would be, which was rather disappointing. But maybe she just needed to uncover them.
The trees were far too big for her to move but she started to shoulder aside smaller logs and push what she could to make a little path. She’d have to, regrettably, get an adult to help her with the larger pieces but for now she would do what she could.
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SWP clearing thread :D
