Red and Silver Lining
Skills
05-06-2020, 02:30 PM
Having no real purpose as of yet in this land, Sparhawk found that he had quite a bit of time on his paws. His nose led him to a strange place of black sand. The big man wiggled his paws down into the cool sand, enjoying the feeling of it between his toes. Content with his current location, he set to work. Up and down the beach he went, combing for driftwood. It took a while, but he eventually amassed quite a large pile. It would make a wonderful blaze. Taking a bit of bark, he shredded it and placed it beneath the teepee of wood. With flint and steel, he struck several times until the sparks held. Hungrily they ate the kindling. With a bit of breath and some coaxing in his mother tongue, the fire burbled happily, eating the wood. The red and silver man settled down in the chilly sand, the fire already warming the area around him. Taking up one of the sapling that he'd brought down with him, the big gent began striping the bark away, being as thorough as possible. "Speech" |
Sparhawk has a very heavy Russian accent. Forgive his bad grammar.
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