03-05-2020, 09:14 AM
Eology -female - bengal tigress - tags - [member=9997]Eulogy.[/member]
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Eulogy's home was cozy to say the least. It wasn't too small, but it definitely wasn't the biggest home in Tanglewood but it was still a home; her home. A shelf adorned two of the walls, books and small beaker like vases were upon them. In one of the vases a moss like blanket covered the bottom. A cork was fit snug in the top of the vase, small holes where poked to let air pass through. A large blue and black frog sit happily on the moss, munching on a bug. Eulogy smiled, the frog had been small before. Now, it was a beast! He was hefty but he was sweet.
The tigress carefully pushed ditty bag full cacti and small succulents, even a young Christmas Cactus. Opening the spiny bag, Eulogy gently picked up a cactus and set it on the window's lip, it needed a friend. She'd set down another cactus on the lip, the a pair on one of the shelves before she set the Christmas Cactus in the corner of the room. Light was able to come through the window; its glass still clear from its cleaning. The tigress looked at the ground, the Himalayan sheep rug she had traded from a merchant seemed dusty and flat now; so did the small Sable's. Maybe she'd dust them off?
The Sable would be easy, but the sheep coat would be hard; it was too heavy. How she got it in here was beyond her, a surge of strength maybe. Picking up the small coat, Eulogy pushed open the door with her shoulder blade; the fur within her jaws. The tigress set the small fur on a branch of a near by tree, she needed a good stick to beat it with. A bush stick maybe, or a small branch? Eulogy began to look around.
The tigress carefully pushed ditty bag full cacti and small succulents, even a young Christmas Cactus. Opening the spiny bag, Eulogy gently picked up a cactus and set it on the window's lip, it needed a friend. She'd set down another cactus on the lip, the a pair on one of the shelves before she set the Christmas Cactus in the corner of the room. Light was able to come through the window; its glass still clear from its cleaning. The tigress looked at the ground, the Himalayan sheep rug she had traded from a merchant seemed dusty and flat now; so did the small Sable's. Maybe she'd dust them off?
The Sable would be easy, but the sheep coat would be hard; it was too heavy. How she got it in here was beyond her, a surge of strength maybe. Picking up the small coat, Eulogy pushed open the door with her shoulder blade; the fur within her jaws. The tigress set the small fur on a branch of a near by tree, she needed a good stick to beat it with. A bush stick maybe, or a small branch? Eulogy began to look around.