08-04-2018, 07:13 PM
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Magika never broke a promise if he could help it. Not long ago, he had been approached and asked to plant a garden and he had been absolutely ecstatic. To meet another person that actually enjoyed gardening as much as himself was such a relief. He had been feeling a bit reluctant to talk with others-- his own fault for being so distant of course, but meeting Dakota had been a nice step forward. Magikatricks had started his day normally like every other day; he got up, ate a quick meal, got himself ready, and then exited his home to inspect the small experimental garden to had planted not too long ago. He nearly screamed. Almost. An excited squeak had left his beak once he noticed a few rows of little green saplings making their way up through the cold earth. This was fantastic. If he could get these to grow to maturity, there was almost no limit to what else he could cultivate. Magik was quick with brushing away the bit of snow in the patch with a few gentle brushes of his wings. He re-churned the soil and added a bit of fertilizer from a potato sack that had been up against the wall of the house he lived in. It was a 10 minute labor of love before he finally called it a day with the little guys. He had work to do after all.
It was an hour before the large pretty bird came lumbering up the front lawn to a small home situated a little ways away from the rest of the neighborhood. On his back was a patchwork pack, filled with equipment and lots of seed packets. Today was the day Dakota was getting his garden. Not that Magika knew things could grow here, he could finally make good on his promise. In his eagerness to get to work, he would knock out a little jingle on the front door and call out to signal that he had arrived before heading back down the porch and into the front yard. Dakota had requested a small garden. Boy- he'd really try to keep it small. He could only hope the other male would be willing to forgive him for turning his lawn into a jungle. But of course with all big projects, he'd start small. Magika had slung off his bag and set to work, using a talon to outline what would be the size of the initial garden- nothing to big but nothing too small- just a nice horseshoe shaped area fitting snug near the front of the house. The next and roughly the most serious issue for this whole thing would be moving the snow and revealing the cold soil underneath. He didn't have much at his disposal aside from his talons. Even clearing out his own smaller garden had taken quite a while. But dammit he was going to make this work, and with a determined huff, he would begin shoveling the snow away, working from left to right.
It's cold. I can't believe you actually chose this place to make a clan. You really couldn't go somewhere more pleasant? With a roll of his eyes, he kept going, unphased by the interruption. Way to ignore me, Leigh. Jesus. Dick. "I don't believe I asked for your opinion..." he grumbled almost inaudibly under his breath. The vulture tensed a bit, pausing as a headache washed over him. Annoying. Letting spirits hang around in your body was not fun. He did not recommend it. Especially with how testy this one was. You shouldn't audibly talk, you know. Looks like you're just talking to yourself. Makes people think you're more insane than you are. Magikatricks managed to tune him out and get the clearing done. And with a soft hum f a song, he would churn up the soil like he did with his own, content and happy in his work so far.
Magika never broke a promise if he could help it. Not long ago, he had been approached and asked to plant a garden and he had been absolutely ecstatic. To meet another person that actually enjoyed gardening as much as himself was such a relief. He had been feeling a bit reluctant to talk with others-- his own fault for being so distant of course, but meeting Dakota had been a nice step forward. Magikatricks had started his day normally like every other day; he got up, ate a quick meal, got himself ready, and then exited his home to inspect the small experimental garden to had planted not too long ago. He nearly screamed. Almost. An excited squeak had left his beak once he noticed a few rows of little green saplings making their way up through the cold earth. This was fantastic. If he could get these to grow to maturity, there was almost no limit to what else he could cultivate. Magik was quick with brushing away the bit of snow in the patch with a few gentle brushes of his wings. He re-churned the soil and added a bit of fertilizer from a potato sack that had been up against the wall of the house he lived in. It was a 10 minute labor of love before he finally called it a day with the little guys. He had work to do after all.
It was an hour before the large pretty bird came lumbering up the front lawn to a small home situated a little ways away from the rest of the neighborhood. On his back was a patchwork pack, filled with equipment and lots of seed packets. Today was the day Dakota was getting his garden. Not that Magika knew things could grow here, he could finally make good on his promise. In his eagerness to get to work, he would knock out a little jingle on the front door and call out to signal that he had arrived before heading back down the porch and into the front yard. Dakota had requested a small garden. Boy- he'd really try to keep it small. He could only hope the other male would be willing to forgive him for turning his lawn into a jungle. But of course with all big projects, he'd start small. Magika had slung off his bag and set to work, using a talon to outline what would be the size of the initial garden- nothing to big but nothing too small- just a nice horseshoe shaped area fitting snug near the front of the house. The next and roughly the most serious issue for this whole thing would be moving the snow and revealing the cold soil underneath. He didn't have much at his disposal aside from his talons. Even clearing out his own smaller garden had taken quite a while. But dammit he was going to make this work, and with a determined huff, he would begin shoveling the snow away, working from left to right.
It's cold. I can't believe you actually chose this place to make a clan. You really couldn't go somewhere more pleasant? With a roll of his eyes, he kept going, unphased by the interruption. Way to ignore me, Leigh. Jesus. Dick. "I don't believe I asked for your opinion..." he grumbled almost inaudibly under his breath. The vulture tensed a bit, pausing as a headache washed over him. Annoying. Letting spirits hang around in your body was not fun. He did not recommend it. Especially with how testy this one was. You shouldn't audibly talk, you know. Looks like you're just talking to yourself. Makes people think you're more insane than you are. Magikatricks managed to tune him out and get the clearing done. And with a soft hum f a song, he would churn up the soil like he did with his own, content and happy in his work so far.
[align=center][div style="font-size:25pt;line-height:.9;color:#5c458b;font-family:impact;padding:8px;letter-spacing:1.2px"]｢ THANK YOU FOR THE MUSIC ｣[div style="width:360px;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.2;color:#5c458b;font-family:arial;margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:5px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify"]the songs I'm singing. Thanks for all the joy they're bringing. Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty, what would life be? Without a song or a dance what are we? So I say thank you for the music for giving it to me. ————
[i][b]UNICORN ✦ MALE ✦ ROSEBLOODS
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[i][b]UNICORN ✦ MALE ✦ ROSEBLOODS
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