BRING ME TO LIFE ⚘ harvest

[aesior]

EVERY GRIN WE SHARE IS LIKE.
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack

(set before the storm thread)

the early morning sun felt good on his aching back and pelt, the tom having taken his cheetah body once again, to make it easier to communicate with those that would accompany him today. today was the big day, where they ought to tackle the most of the harvest that they could get. it would help them survive through the winter, and to fill their bellies. limping through camp to the marble statue in the center of town, he would settle beneath it, setting down a basket filled with a great manner of shears, scythes, knives, and axes. exhaling, he would look up to the sky as it slowly lit up and the great ball of gas and fire rose higher and higher slowly. eyes narrowing, brows furrowing as he lashed his tongue as he stared at the sun, the dark taste on his tongue reminding him of his nightmares escaped only an hour or so ago. clearing his throat, he sat down in the former statue's shade, calling out to the morning inhabitants, "Alright, harvest starts today! Gather before me to be split into work teams! I want one team coming with me to help me cut down the fields, and I want another team to go through the territory and forage what you can of berries, roots and leaves. If we have any bees, I want that reported back to me, and I also want you on the lookout for bulrushes, tall grasses and the like. If you spot any saplings in the fields, cut them down and drag them to the side of the field. Rocks we will work together to move." he called out, watching in satisfaction as some bodies began to appear. Tail curling about his paws, he exhaled wearily, back aching despite the herbs he'd taken that morning for the pain. Seven would have his head for this, but he couldn't do much about it. The group needed to get on the move.

A PRAYER COMMITTED TO THE SONG WE SING.
aesior opheles of tanglewood. -- grim - feline shifter.

credit @/teef