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[OPEN] Don't You Remember, the Fifth of November

Sacre Posts: 274
World's Edge Emissary atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 5 Years HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Inari :: Red Fox :: Heal & Ríona :: Common Kitsune :: Electric imi
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Sacre
Once the holes had been dug there was only the gathering of wood left on the agenda for Sacre and Inari. In order to have a celebration of the sun, fire was surely to be a centre piece and to get that fire a stack of logs needed to be... well... Stacked. The colt had a feeling his body would be covered in hot sweat again after this, all of his jobs had been heavy work, not that he should complain. It was a stallion's honour to show his ability to lift, not that Sacre quite fit the stereotype of athletically brooding with his youthful body that hadn't quite grown into its full potential. Still, there were moments when his body gleamed with salty sweat that he looked quite debonair, a sign of the future perhaps? Or maybe certain angles did him more justice than others. With a puff of air, Sacre breathed out loudly and made a business like noise, he began casting around for debris that could be used to form a pile. The Throat wasn't known for its lush forests after all, so Sacre would have to make do with what he could find.

After some careful inspecting and searching, he began to collect parts of bush and hardy grass, the odd branch here and the odd twig there. Soon he began by filling the main hole and biggest hole for the bonfire, depositing his findings with a flick of his head, dropping the debris into the pit. Inari's help was invaluable, the vixen's need to find anything and everything was put to good use in finding bits for their pile. He often returned to his bonded with his mouth filled with bits of natures left overs, his beady eyes gleaming with a kind of fun only a fox would find in finding and taking things.

The pair continued as the sun began to rise to midday, tirelessly working away with a hope that his contributions would form a part of a great celebration. Whilst he worked he hummed a tune, bobbing his head along as he searched and dumped, enjoying the moment of simple life that came with hard labour. Sacre had to admit, there was some kind of strange personal satisfaction that came with building something.


(Bonfire building! Set a few days after the hole digging thread :D Feel free to join if you did gathering threads too, so we have more to add to it other than little bits lol)

How can you smile
With your lips wrapped around a loaded gun
table by frostie


There's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this

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