11-30-2018, 09:03 PM
Z enim udarcem ne podreš hrasta; ‘little strokes fell great oaks’. Just one of many proverbs he had in his bountiful satchel of phrases, this distinguishing saying betokens a difficult task, a doing of great adversity. Difficult perfectly described the undertaking that both Divinity and Crownedprince had eagerly planned to fulfill. Paradise Valley had once been the spotlight of the unpolished world, God’s personal purlieu, one may suggest, though not anymore. Now, the leading deuce, both of whom had taken turns in helping themselves to the spotlight and addressing the audience, envisioned a restoration. Personally, the bear trusted his wisdom in saying it to be a fool’s errand. Those present were nothing but a humble assemblage - even the full efforts deriving from everybody would not be enough to return the word ‘paradise’ to Paradise Valley. A realist, not a pessimist, Tomislav had identified the cure as soon as the issue had been diagnosed (a perfect trait to carry, if one wishes to pursue a path of healing others); their numbers were way too low, and their resources were practically fictional. However, the fact that he was here was enough to shut him up. Something interesting was bound to happen.
The massive mammal uncomfortably trekked into the building on his superior’s orders, his oaky stumps for limbs prudently navigating the male’s immense figure throughout the forming crowd. Assuming the unfortunate, and that he accidentally slipped on a comrade and tumbled over, it may have been a catastrophic turn of events for everybody. Thus, he took extra care in each and every footstep, treating them as his own children. Once he found a spot that didn’t put anybody’s lives at stake, his large rump collided with the floor in a sitting motion, then allowing his hardy noggin to find those in the spotlight. Initially, Divinity spoke, a female he had known from a distance for little more than a while now, beginning by thanking those present, to continue by glossing over her objectives to be sought after. Following afterwards, Crownedprince communicated, essentially elaborating on what his equal had to say before touching up on branches. Personally, he was more one for peace, hence the olive branch appearing much more appealing to his eyes.
He had nil questions to speak of, when the two leaders brought them up. However, a shred of interest had retained in his system from when one of the two spieled something along the lines of visiting other groups. It seemed risky to do so, putting both the health and secrecy of those involved in harm’s way. If someone of his stature (colossal and scary) were to come along for the ride, despite his personality reflecting not an ounce of his unsound appearance, then perhaps even the least bit of safety could be shone on the group.
"I will come", he’d state, tone completely devoid of the care that he held for his tribemates, ”and I will help.”
As long as he knew he had been aiding the clan in any way, he could rest soundly. These folk were his family, and he had to protect them with all his might.
The massive mammal uncomfortably trekked into the building on his superior’s orders, his oaky stumps for limbs prudently navigating the male’s immense figure throughout the forming crowd. Assuming the unfortunate, and that he accidentally slipped on a comrade and tumbled over, it may have been a catastrophic turn of events for everybody. Thus, he took extra care in each and every footstep, treating them as his own children. Once he found a spot that didn’t put anybody’s lives at stake, his large rump collided with the floor in a sitting motion, then allowing his hardy noggin to find those in the spotlight. Initially, Divinity spoke, a female he had known from a distance for little more than a while now, beginning by thanking those present, to continue by glossing over her objectives to be sought after. Following afterwards, Crownedprince communicated, essentially elaborating on what his equal had to say before touching up on branches. Personally, he was more one for peace, hence the olive branch appearing much more appealing to his eyes.
He had nil questions to speak of, when the two leaders brought them up. However, a shred of interest had retained in his system from when one of the two spieled something along the lines of visiting other groups. It seemed risky to do so, putting both the health and secrecy of those involved in harm’s way. If someone of his stature (colossal and scary) were to come along for the ride, despite his personality reflecting not an ounce of his unsound appearance, then perhaps even the least bit of safety could be shone on the group.
"I will come", he’d state, tone completely devoid of the care that he held for his tribemates, ”and I will help.”
As long as he knew he had been aiding the clan in any way, he could rest soundly. These folk were his family, and he had to protect them with all his might.