ardent

spin me right round

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You're not feeling so well...

Gilgamesh

"The Bully™"

Somnium

Master Intellectual (635)

Master Fighter (870)

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age
7 Years
gender
Male
gems
462
size
Extra large
build
Balanced
posts
657
player
Bunni

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Critical Block!
10-08-2021, 06:54 AM
Find #9


Swiftly, the fire grew to live beside them and the warmth instantly faded away the frost that clung to his fur. Breathing in deeply for the first time in weeks, he was almost glad that the girl had been brought to him today. Watching as she selected her pieces from the pile, he carefully set his pieces down as she motioned over to the large rocks nearby. Right, of course, they'd need to gather the wet clay. Lack of sleep really must be getting to him.

Following the girl over to toppled monolith, he helped dig out the thick muck of dirt and mud. Just beneath the surface, a thick scent permeated the air and his nose wrinkled. How did anyone enjoy doing this every day? Quickly scooping out his portions, he nodded quietly as she explained their next steps. Hobbling back over to his selection of three broken pieces with one paw full of mud, he sat carefully so that the clay wouldn't fall from his grip.

Placing it carefully into the snow, he rolled and mushed it down a few times until it was pliable and wet enough to handle. Glancing only a few times to Fable, a tiny hint of a smile tickled at the corner of his lips. So maybe it was a little fun. In his other paw, as he sat back on his haunches, he pulled his three broken bowl pieces closer to him. In eyes, they were about equally a third of some sort of bowl shape. As long as it ended up being some semblance of a bowl, he didn't really care. As careful as a wolf could with no thumbs, Gil pressed and smoothed the clay over until the cracks were filled and he was left with a wide, shallow bowl. More of an odd-shaped tray, but no one was going to tell him otherwise.


gilgamesh is aggressive, don't trust him




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