ardent

The Girl Who Could Fly



Oleander I

Loner

age
4 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Medium
build
Light
posts
47
player
Evelyn
10-31-2016, 01:59 PM


Cause we're counting on stars

Oleander listened as she spoke with an odd amount of focus. He had always thought that packs wouldn't be the place for him, but the more she spoke, the more longing he felt in the pit of his belly. She said that they had a lot of healers though, and he faltered slightly. Oh, would that mean that a wolf of his stature would not be welcome? Licking his lips slightly, he mulled over it for a moment before finally breaking the silence. "If you have many healers, I will not ask for an invitation. Although, I am not an average healer. Me and Cedar grow hortis, gardens. Many herbs and even fruit and vegetables, though mostly plants. He suscepit, protects them, while I focus on their growth. I know about healing, but my main focus is on my plants," he explained slowly, glancing down at the black-backed jackal to see him nodding in agreement. It was usual in this lands, he had found out, but back home that is what their sole purpose was. Here... well there seemed to be little need for them. That, or the wolves here didn't know the splendor of growing a garden. The feel of the dirt between your claws as you dug a resting place for a seed, watching that tiny little speck grow into something of wonder and have a great use. There were herbs to heal and protect, and plants to nourish and aide in their diet. Coming back to your plants day after day to see them sprout, watch them becoming what they were designed to be. It was such a wonderful and blissful feeling, it made him appreciate his place in the whole cycle of things. When they died they became a part of the earth, giving it nourishment and helping the growth of things around them. He would become part of what he shrived to protect every day of his live. It was a hard feeling to explain in words, for no language had the full appreciation from the euphoria that was given to him through all of it. It showed on his face, an almost otherworldly look in his teal eyes.

"SPEAK" -- "CEDAR SPEAKS"


Oleander speaks Latin, but is fluent in English. Cedar is a black backed jackal and is always with Ollie unless otherwise stated.