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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2015 10:42 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2015 10:43 pm
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Pip yawned sleepily as he sat in his garden, using a beat-up claw trowel to dig up the weeds around his tomatoes. It was a lovely evening to garden, and as the seasons began to cool off, the orangeblood knew he would need to get as much out of it as he could before some of the less cold-resistant plants began to die off or go dormant. Winter was certainly not his favorite time - the cold and bad weather could be so restrictive, but the only thing to do was make the best of it. Shuffling around in the grass and dirt, he hummed a quiet song as he worked. His cluckbeasts were scratching about in the tiny pumpkin patch off to the side, and he couldn't help but smile as he listened to them. Things had been blessedly quiet after the disaster that had happened weeks earlier. Everything from that fiasco was resolved, and Pip did his best not to worry too much over it.
That was, until a frantic, quiet hum sounded in the air. It was his lusus, and Pip frowned as the tiny fluttermoose hovered down from their hive, sounding incredibly upset.
"What's wrong? Did something happen? You weren't trying to drink from the snapdragons again, were you?" Pip pouted as his lusus flittered about, before the tiny beast finally gathered himself enough to reveal what had sent him into a tizzy in the first place. Pip's face went pale.
"Are you sure there's someone out there? Not an animal, or...?"
Swoosedad gave a hum of affirmation. Pip sighed, and stood up, abandoning his trowel and darting around the opposite side of the tree. Though there was no one around yet, he hated to take chances, and using the tree for cover was simply one of the precautions he'd thought of, in case of the unexpected. He took to the air and fluttered up, making a clumsy landing on the platform, before darting over to reel in the rope ladder. If anyone was coming, he wanted to be ready this time - no visitors in his hive unless it was on his own terms.
Once the ladder was secure, he went inside, grabbed his old spy glass, and went back outside, eager to try to see what Swoosedad had found...
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2015 4:42 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 6:36 pm
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Pip's stomach twisted as he quickly spied what Swoosedad was upset about. Someone was on the move - he had never seen anything moving so quickly over the plains. He almost thought it was some sort of vehicle, something like what the military used, but as he continued to observe, the object revealed itself for what it truly was. His initial assumption wasn't too far off, but he had still never seen anything like what was heading toward his home...
Pip watched as the strange vehicle drew closer and closer, until he could see the colors on the driver's clothes. A highblood. He lowered his spy glass and sat there fretting quietly for a moment. Maybe they would keep on traveling, without noticing his hive or his garden...but another hum from Swoosedad told him that he wouldn't be so lucky.
He leaned forward again to peer over the rail of his balcony. The troll driving the chariot had stopped to walk, and was headed right for his garden. Heaving a sigh, he tried to look on the bright side. Maybe they would be nice. He got to his feet and hurried inside to grab a sweater, before returning to his balcony.
"Good evening!" He called out to Chiara, eyes darting to the musclebeasts and chariet, before looking back to her.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2015 8:03 pm
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Pip watched her nervously. As she drew nearer to the trees, his hive would become very obvious, nestled into the sturdy branches higher up. There was little to hide it from anyone who was looking up from the ground, but from afar it was quite difficult to pick out through the leaves.
Pip peered over the edge of the walkway that surrounded his hive, and eyed Chiara as she approached. From the sound of her voice, she didn't sound too bad. Even sort of friendly, as she complimented his garden. "Yes, it's mine. I mean, I try to take care of my plants." He fidgeted nervously. What if she asked to come up? Or tried to climb? Thankfully there was really no way to climb up the smooth trunk, unless she had some sort of tools to use. Squinting, he wondered where her lusus was. Was it one of the strange creatures attached to her chariot?
"You can help yourself to any vegetables, if you want." He added on quickly, trying to brush away his pessimistic thoughts about highbloods. He was sure she knew that she didn't need his permission, but he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of thinking she could steal them.
"W-what brings you all the way out here, tonight?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2015 1:53 pm
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What did bring her all the way out here, Chiara mused to herself. At first it was just to get as far away from her lusus as possable. Chiara glanced behind her, still no sign of the sluggish beast. That was good. Freedom from her for a little longer. But now, now in this peaceful garden, with this cute yet timid lowblood, Chiara just wanted to relax, and it was all so well supplied. A toy, Chiara eyed the troll and his "hidden" hive. A meal, Chiara glanced around at the various vegetables. Hopefully even good company.
"How about something to eat. You have a garden full of food, can you cook?" Chiara grinned at her new dinner guest. "Or, how about you let little ol me cook for a fine troll such as your self? Humm?" Chiara even said it with a curtsy. That was a better angle. Offer the lowblood something, they cant resist that.
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