( walking contradiction / garden planning )

[Grimm]

[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11.5px; width: 310px; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Contradiction. Opposing factors drawn together under guise of falsified truth, a paradox simply incapable of sustained existence. Yet was he not such. Tainted the blood that settled within spanning network, touched each fine thread with crimson, replacement staged until internal biology shifted to necessitate specific desires. Partial the truth in this, however, prior situation leaving imperfect effects once all was done.

In simple terms one may rather easily deem Harland an omnivore incapable of being sustained by flesh and the blood within, contrary to his supposed nature, and thus supplemented his diet with various vegetation.

For such specific things must have grown a common practice, though few and far between those who readily farmed or otherwise stocked such produce beyond ingredients for other things. Lacking any sustained way of obtaining necessary products to other methods had he turned. Pleasantly productive the morning that saw him gather together an assortment of odds and ends, upon a more secluded area of the beach surrounded the bombay by open books and a wide sheet of blueprint paper. Frustration was worn across dark features in a frown broken by a white pencil held between clenched teeth, hard the paw that rubbed aching eyes.

A standstill had supposedly been reached, messy the scrawl he had put to paper. Basic the layout, a central circle surrounded by rectangles set out in a diamond shape, basic notes of what may be best written along the edges. Yet it felt wrong, annoyance voiced in a low pitched groan. He had worked at the plans for some time now, evident by the scrunched up failed attempts shoved into his discarded bag, all too many to be held and so spilled out across the sand.

[roan ;]

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Gardening was something that Roan enjoyed, although it was less for sustenance purposes, and more for the purposes of his work. While the soothsayer was content with searching the jungle for the herbs that were necessary for his healing, he also preferred the convenience that came with having a garden of his own. He still kept one near the temple, made up of various common medical herbs that he could draw stock from if things became more barren outside. This seemed like something that was growing more and more likely, considering that the seasons were beginning to change from autumn into winter. This was a change that would bring with it a great deal of struggle, as well as a vastly reduced supply of herbs for him to freely pick from. So, the garden was convenient as well as necessary.

Of course, Roan hadn't put a great deal of thought into how he had intended to set up his garden. He had sort of just... worked. He had taken his paws and his tools, and he had set something up that he was happy with. It was a little haphazard, yes, but it worked well, and he had ended up with a garden that was flourishing even now. As a result of this, the soothsayer found a curious look worming its way onto his face as he approached Harland. He didn't know much about the vampire, besides what he had occasionally heard through gossip, but perhaps gardening was a subject that they could bond over. As he grew close, the feline waved a paw out in front of him in a sort of mock wave, hoping to draw Harland's attention. If he was successful, he would then question, "Hello... Harland, right? I'm Roan, the soothsayer around here. What is it that you're working on? Looks... complicated." He glanced vaguely in the direction of the discarded ideas, a frown coming to his muzzle at the sheer number of them.

DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!

— Reggan