05-11-2022, 04:02 PM
AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — it just sucks to try and explain
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the swamp wasn't so lonely now that he was not alone, now that there was another body alongside himself. paws stepping with a sureness as he sought out old paths he had made when he'd arrived, sorting out the areas he needed to search for new growth within his mind. the silence carried between them, mostly on his part because he couldn't exactly vocally make himself known, but he could through action. taking a deep breath of air, pausing as he read the scents, turning north bound now until he brought them both to a clearing. there at the edge of the clearing laid a pond, where he was headed towards. stopping on the bank of the sinking ground, the tom slipped out of the straps that held his canteen to his body, setting down the basket as well.
this was one of the few times that the grim wished he could speak to those around him, dim the memory of watching his adopted son fall to what should have been his doom, and the empty scream that had rang out. shaking himself from his memory, turning to look back at cory with a smile on his maw, nodding to the water. he was going to see what he could find and check on how his plants were doing - not that they could technically be his. the first process was to go about pulling up things such as cattails and sawgrass, though he wished he didn't have to touch the painful latter. the blades of the swamp plant were sharp enough to reach him even through his fur, those plants he usually dove to pull up by the roots.
wading now into the water, the tom wouldn't so much as blink as water soaked his fur to his frame, going in until the water was up about his shoulders, and began to shuffle his paws slightly, feeling for the locations in which he had earlier planted other plants. He was most eagerly awaiting the growth of his water mint, amongst other plant forms. Wading there for a while more as he sunk further into the mud, tail peeking from the waters and swinging whenever he moved, finally he would dive underwater after identifying a bundle of Sawgrass that were affecting the growth of his plants. Resurfacing after a slight struggle, he proudly held the defeated plant by its roots in his mouth, chucking it ashore. This process would continue itself a few times more before he had cleared away a patch of cattails and Sawgrass, leaving a clear section for the struggling plants.
Wading around a bit more, he made his way back to the shore, all but covered up to his chest in thick mud that was slow to drip from his fur. Shaking a paw vigorously, he looked at his satchel in partial defeat before looking to Cory hopefully. Sprawling swiftly in the boggy ground, 'can you open my bag please?' before he hauled himself from the water and ashore, standing far enough away as he proceeded to shake himself. Next was finding a suitable area in the clearing to plant the seeds he had within the satchel.
this was one of the few times that the grim wished he could speak to those around him, dim the memory of watching his adopted son fall to what should have been his doom, and the empty scream that had rang out. shaking himself from his memory, turning to look back at cory with a smile on his maw, nodding to the water. he was going to see what he could find and check on how his plants were doing - not that they could technically be his. the first process was to go about pulling up things such as cattails and sawgrass, though he wished he didn't have to touch the painful latter. the blades of the swamp plant were sharp enough to reach him even through his fur, those plants he usually dove to pull up by the roots.
wading now into the water, the tom wouldn't so much as blink as water soaked his fur to his frame, going in until the water was up about his shoulders, and began to shuffle his paws slightly, feeling for the locations in which he had earlier planted other plants. He was most eagerly awaiting the growth of his water mint, amongst other plant forms. Wading there for a while more as he sunk further into the mud, tail peeking from the waters and swinging whenever he moved, finally he would dive underwater after identifying a bundle of Sawgrass that were affecting the growth of his plants. Resurfacing after a slight struggle, he proudly held the defeated plant by its roots in his mouth, chucking it ashore. This process would continue itself a few times more before he had cleared away a patch of cattails and Sawgrass, leaving a clear section for the struggling plants.
Wading around a bit more, he made his way back to the shore, all but covered up to his chest in thick mud that was slow to drip from his fur. Shaking a paw vigorously, he looked at his satchel in partial defeat before looking to Cory hopefully. Sprawling swiftly in the boggy ground, 'can you open my bag please?' before he hauled himself from the water and ashore, standing far enough away as he proceeded to shake himself. Next was finding a suitable area in the clearing to plant the seeds he had within the satchel.
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