YOU SAY YOU WANNA CRY, BUT YOU NEVER DO-

The god hummed a tune, dragging animal skin bags full of stones and freshly dug dirt to the front of the house he and Saturn called home. Finding the spot, before one of the front windows, he wanted to use for the little garden, he set the bags down and opened the one that had the stones in it. Taking one of the rounder stones, he started to lay out the outline of the garden, rounded forms from the edge of the first window to the outward edge of the second one.

Once the shape was laid out, he then plopped the bag of dirt into the area and spread it about, until most of the section was covered in a layer of fresh dirt. Huffing from the energy it had taken, the god cleared the area of the bags, simply setting them on the nearby porch, then planted his paws firmly into the dirt of the garden and thought up the plants he would want. Dark colors, medicinal herbs and stunning flowers. And the small sprouts of those plants broke through the dirt, to the point he couldn't quite make out which plant was which.

The second half of the garden was barren, for he did not know what else to put down.

[color=#9700ff]-SUGAR, THERE'S A REASON WHY WE LOSE!

BYRIATH-COALITION-FALLEN GOD OF VIOLENCE, CRUELTY, AND MALICE