One Man's Trash... [Peregrine]
07-02-2016, 06:56 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-26-2016, 07:22 PM by Rœkia T.)
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Bleck! Well this was a disgusting place. Rœkia sniffed at the trash eyes narrowing as she debated whether it was really worth going into or not. Course with Peregrine right behind her there was no way she was going to turn around now. Now…. where had she found that blasted weed. “Hmmm… well…. I know its here somewhere…. maybe on this third, or maybe this half… yeeeep.” She glanced at Wolf. "Wolf, I'm on the lookout for Jimson Weed, scout from the air and let me notice if you spy anything promising." The bird nodded. "You've got it Rœkia." He took to the sky as she set off on foot, sniffing around the wastes. Goodness…. now where had she found that stupid weed? “This is frustrating… I’ve been studying Jimson Weed since I was six months old. I should be able to find it.” She growled lightly to herself. Rœkia slid down the trashpile, shaking gunk and mud from her fur. She needed to get to a dryer part of the scrap if she wanted to obtain her target. Scrambling through the trash she continued on her way, pausing to glance back toward Peregrine. “How’s the going?” "Talk" Wolf Think |