MUSCLE MEMORY [o]

[IVAN Z. BRAGINSKY]

Okay so he.... may or may not have stolen Amunet’s knitting tools. She wouldn’t miss them, right? Right! It just felt right to the bear, holding a needle between his claws on one paw, and moving the yarn with the other. Zimavich had propped himself up against a wall in camp, abiding his own business while he made terrible doilies and things that were... more abstract then they were possessions. Just. Knitted.

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But Heed this lesson well,
When the weak court death, They find it -

Fenris' eyes narrowed slightly as he found himself nearing Zima - those needles looked familiar, hm - while the bear was knitting what looked like dolls? well that was pretty good for a bear he supposed - hm.

the wolf beast naered closer before shifting to sit down and tilting his head as he watched him work "Found yourself a hobby then?" he idly mused, squinting at the needles - those weren't Amunet's were they? well the victory goddess might not mind Zima using them, maybe, hm.

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She had been looking for those, her knitting supplies, but she supposed she couldn't use them anyways due to her having her arm currently broken and her wing. The jaguaress limped over with both rounded ears angled forward as she took up a spot next to Fenris feeling her fur brush against his scales, she wasn't going to get angry at Zimavich for stealing her needles even if he could have asked. She was sure that he meant well, she would find a smile on her maw as she lightly teased "Those are some very familiar needles, I swear I have the same pair at home." Her whiskers twitched as she added with a light nod "Those look very nice, Zimavich."

© madi

[VIGENERE CIPHER.]

[IVAN Z. BRAGINSKY]

He turned away from Amunet at the mention of her knitting needles, as if the bear was trying to hide them from her. He continued idly. They were more useful as rag or potholders, not much else. He hummed, then stopped, putting them down and looking at his work.
He didn't like it.
His ears flicked back and he made a distasteful grunt.

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//OOC

Zimavich was a peculiar individual that the reptile often watched. He didn’t seem particularly intelligent, and his fur smelled foul. Was this the result of growing old? He wouldn’t know such a thing for a very long time. His species of dragon could live up to a thousand years. Being only seven years old, he was still a child.

Ska’arq idly wandered over, cold and calculating eyes fixed on the mess that the polar bear managed to produce. How did these animals manage these things without thumbs? A pencil idly moved up and down in his jaws as he chewed on it. ”I have never attempted knitting, but I am fairly certain you’re doing it wrong.” His gaze flickered up to the bear. ”It is advised you take the time to learn how to properly do a hobby before you engage in it.” It was something like this that captured his attention. How these Tanglers could do such... mindless tasks on a whim. Removing a notebook full of general notes from the strap on his ankle, the dragon flipped to a bookmarked page before he began to scribble in it, dead silent.

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