gon wrassle me a shahk
08-03-2019, 09:31 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-03-2019, 09:31 PM by Armando.)
With spear in tow Armando scampered towards the shore. This was going to be round two for him. There was still time for take catch fish and he would be damned if he didn't fish until the end. Most of the competitors were a great deal bigger than him and presumably faster fish-catchers which meant he probably had to fish until the very last second in order to keep up with them.
Up ahead there was a trail of large stones that led out into the water a ways. Much like he had the first time he'd gone fishing, Armando bounded to the end and then stood up on his hind legs. He held the spear with the tines pointing downwards and then, spying a fish, stabbed after it.
attempt 4
Up ahead there was a trail of large stones that led out into the water a ways. Much like he had the first time he'd gone fishing, Armando bounded to the end and then stood up on his hind legs. He held the spear with the tines pointing downwards and then, spying a fish, stabbed after it.
attempt 4
Armando has a female tufted titmouse companion. It doesn't have a name because it's dumb and doesn't deserve one. Assume it's with him always.