when destructive creativity isn't enough // building outpost

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ bonehead hyena

Vale’s three eyes squinted as ve looked at the stacks of supplies arranged haphazardly on the jungle floor. Piles of wood planks. Metal tins and supports. A long ladder that could be broken up into two, depending on how many levels they could build for the outpost up in the tree. A large horn to mount at the top for signaling. And, of course, a beautiful bone chime.

For now, the jungle’s treeline extended only so far from the river, and this was the tallest tree on the outskirts, making it an excellent spot to build a defensive outpost. Even once Olalla’s reforestation efforts began paying off, this would be a useful resupply point and internal defensive position.

However, while Vale understood the military utility of such an outpost and had been able to drag everything here (shapeshifting into a rhino had its perks), structural engineering was beyond ver. The hyena frowned as ve began to pace, pausing every so often to tap a paw against vis jawbone. “It’s so easy to burn these damned things, why can’t it be as easy to build them?” Vale huffed and drummed vis claws against a wooden plank.

Sighing, Vale rolled vis red eyes. Time to ask for help. Throwing vis head back, ve cupped vis paws and yelled to the sky.

“AYE, IF ANY OF Y’ALL KNOW HOW TO BUILD SHIT, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!”

YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]