ooc;; for anyone! sorry for neglecting my boy! <33 03.02.11 Oberon's Spring
The pointed peaks of his roof beams were horribly naked under the glare of the dull day. He had managed, with a little help of course, to build almost all of his house. The wooden slats that made up most of his house were different shades at the moment but with time they would all become dark and weather beaten. It was nice to think that he himself had done this- he'd gathered the wood himself and collected all the nails and screws to keep him abode together. He'd managed to salvage a few similar wooden beams to make his roof. They were, however, completely bare. He hadnt yet figured out what to do on top- whether he should gather more wood and just slat it like he did with the rest of his house. He knew he was beginning to get impatient and irritated in the house he still lived in with his Aunt and her not-quite mate Conor.
Cold air blasted against his fur, a threat that the young Stormbringer male was unsure of. He didnt think that anything serious would come of it, but he also knew not to be foolish. It was this cold air and the darkening of the sky that had him out here now. A few days ago he'd found a large tarpauline in the wastelands. A little dirty and rugged, but it would be enough to cover his roof to keep the inside safe and dry. He had found a few unbroken pieces of glass around and had used these to cover the large windows in his home. He didnt have a door yet, but he soon would. Satisfied that it was tied on tight enough, the newly appointed Theta moved away. Stretching his arms high above his head, Saul stretched and groaned. He'd been out here early this morning, trying to figure out a way to keep the inside of his house safe and dry.
His time was his own now and he glanced around once more. Oberon's Spring bubbled softly close by-far enough away to stop from being a flood risk if that ever arose, but close enough that he could look out of his back window and see it out there. It would be a peaceful life once he moved out of the Victorian house. He might even make himself a stable with a paddock for a horse he might, or might now, have. He chuckled softly before trotting closer to the spring. The snow was still brushing the ground, but nothing serious right now. Crouching down, Saul's green eyes watched the fish dart about for a moment, wondering on what his siblings were up to. Ascher had been pretty inactive recently and he wondered where the boy had gotten to.
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