ardent

a turkey a day

widow / seasonal



Ghoul

"Sore Loser"

Loner

Master Hunter (305)

Master Fighter (440)

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age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
28
size
Extra large
build
Heavy
posts
351
player
Bunni

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OverachieverHow many times do I have to teach you a lesson?! By the skin of my teethOoh La La1KCritical Fail!
Critical Attack!The Ooze Participant
01-14-2022, 06:50 AM
Find #1


The ever-growing pup was sitting in a small clearing surrounded by new growth trees. Blossoming flowers fluttered down to the ground around him every time the breeze decided to come through. Watching as the delicate petals touched upon the fresh dirt, Ghoul wondered what it would be like to fly. Not that he cared much to actually fly, but he was more curious how birds did it. He knew so much as that they had feathers and wings that helped, but surely that wasn't the complete reason. Tilting his chin up to the sky, a wistful sigh left his pallid lips as his stomach began to grumble. Not feeling quite in the mood to stalk some prey, he glanced around the trees that stood closely knitted together. Birds weren't really his favorite snack, they also weren't super easy to catch either.

What if he could make something to catch them? At least a few turkeys? His ear flicked to the sound of some not far off, squabbling about as they did. Would snares be easier or rounding them up in a pen? Scrunching his bow slightly, he stood up from his spot and began looking around for something useful. Vines, large sticks, anything pliable that would be easy for him to manipulate. Entranced in thought, the pup began collecting materials so he could start brainstorming a way to craft something useful for easier hunting.

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