06-06-2024, 11:17 PM
Kole wouldn't say he particularly ached, but his muscles were certainly protesting, as he dragged not one, not two, and not three nets along the sandy shores belonging to the Descendants. That could, of course, be attributed to the sheer weight of everything he was carrying. Or dragging, more precisely.
Two nets full of coconut crabs and various fish; caught from both the coral reefs, the islands, and the Hawit River System. The coconut crabs were putting up a fuss about it, but Kole had experience with these little bastards, and was well versed in keeping his tail and ankles well away from their pinching claws. The fish had long since stopped flapping. Useless things couldn't even breathe air, but that was all the better for him, really. Made his job a little better.
Now, he did have a bag of herbs too, of course, but it wasn't as plentiful as the hunt had been; he was better at hunting than foraging, clearly; but it took the form of a big enough satchel around his waist.
And then came the last bag, and the one the biggest fuss was coming from, too. The beastie inside wouldn't quit its yapping and wriggling, and Kole was getting tired of it. It showed on his face; the downright irritated expression that had been firmly planted on his countenance since he'd found the damned beastie. Four wings, four ears, weird eyes; but those weren't what had caught Kole's attention, nor why Kole had captured the fucking thing, either. No, no, beastie had the unfortunate luck to have been caught doing earthly magic not a two days after Meteor had announced that capturing earth elementals was an efficient form of recruitment.
As usual, Kole jumped at the chance to show off a bit, prove himself useful, et cetera, but he was starting to think it probably wasn't worth it. Beastie was almost as big as him, and those wings were a nuisance, even if it couldn't quite get off the ground given it was netted up.
"Oi!" Kole barked out, finally growing well and truly tired of having to fight for every step, and turned around to bap the winged fox freak on the head. "Quit your yapping or I'll feed your tongue to Vale!"
Two nets full of coconut crabs and various fish; caught from both the coral reefs, the islands, and the Hawit River System. The coconut crabs were putting up a fuss about it, but Kole had experience with these little bastards, and was well versed in keeping his tail and ankles well away from their pinching claws. The fish had long since stopped flapping. Useless things couldn't even breathe air, but that was all the better for him, really. Made his job a little better.
Now, he did have a bag of herbs too, of course, but it wasn't as plentiful as the hunt had been; he was better at hunting than foraging, clearly; but it took the form of a big enough satchel around his waist.
And then came the last bag, and the one the biggest fuss was coming from, too. The beastie inside wouldn't quit its yapping and wriggling, and Kole was getting tired of it. It showed on his face; the downright irritated expression that had been firmly planted on his countenance since he'd found the damned beastie. Four wings, four ears, weird eyes; but those weren't what had caught Kole's attention, nor why Kole had captured the fucking thing, either. No, no, beastie had the unfortunate luck to have been caught doing earthly magic not a two days after Meteor had announced that capturing earth elementals was an efficient form of recruitment.
As usual, Kole jumped at the chance to show off a bit, prove himself useful, et cetera, but he was starting to think it probably wasn't worth it. Beastie was almost as big as him, and those wings were a nuisance, even if it couldn't quite get off the ground given it was netted up.
"Oi!" Kole barked out, finally growing well and truly tired of having to fight for every step, and turned around to bap the winged fox freak on the head. "Quit your yapping or I'll feed your tongue to Vale!"
NIKOLAI PENDRAGON
KOLE — MALE — VAMPIRIC COYOTE — DOTD TEMPLAR — TAGS