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Levi patted the soft, velvety muzzle of the horse as he shucked his rucksack over his shoulders, whispering words of solace to the large beast. She always got a little agitated when he left without her. But this was an adventure he wanted to make on his own, for reasons unknown even to himself. He patted her forehead once more before turning around on the spot and striding from the barn, his hands gripping the straps of the bag on his back as he walked.
The territory was quiet this morning, the snow underfoot crunching softly as he walked. Overhead, the sky was a soft blue, puffs of clouds scattered throughout the blue mass. Most of the clouds were heavy and dark, threatening to shed their contents on the unsuspecting world beneath them. But a few were white and soft, casting an interesting contrast against the azure expanse of sky.
He was feeling particularly calm and relaxed today; perhaps it was his new surroundings that made for his feeling of ease and peace. He had yet to meet everyone yet, but he was sure it was only a matter of time. It was inevitable that he would meet all the members of AniWaya; after all, he liked to think of himself as friendly. Or well… friendly enough.
The white male knew he had a sarcastic, crude side to him. But he prided himself in only letting that side of him show when he was sure no one would get offended. It was a joke, something to laugh at later. That is of course, if someone threatened or insulted him first. Then all bets were off.
He had reached the fence that marked the territory line now. He had not been here since his meeting with Dawali, the Chief of AniWaya. It felt a bit odd, to be leaving here so soon. But he would be back at the end of the day. He just wanted to look for some tools so he could begin building some new carts. The Chief had seemed very interested in them, and what better way to practice building the new models then to prepare for it and find some proper tools to use. He needed a hammer, and some nails too if he was lucky enough to find some that had not been ruined by the weather.
The sun overhead was moving steadily across the sky as the lone white male trekked down the makeshift dirt path. He had been at it for a few hours now, he reckoned. His mind had wandered all over the place, from his new home to his old, where his family still resided. He had yet to figure out a way to send word to them that he was all right and had found a new place to live. He would have to keep his eyes peeled for someone who has headed that way.
His ears perked forward as he rounded a bend in the road. His nostrils flared, and he lifted his nose into the wind to catch the scent. It smelled like seawater. He walked in the direction of the smell, his tail waving back and forth slowly behind him.
As he neared the water, his nose picked up another scent. It was the smell of civilization long passed. His ears perked again, and his tail wagged harder. Maybe he would be able to find a hammer here! The white male headed down to the beach, walking in the damp sand. The waves were washing rhythmically up on the shore, leaving the sand dark in its wake. His feet were getting wet, and it was clumping in the damp fur on his paws.
The ocean had always been a place of solace for him. He found it to be very soothing and relaxing. Everything about it; the scent of the salty air, the feel of the cold water and the damp sand, it all felt extremely relaxing to him.
Taking a deep breath of the salty air, he turned around and walked back the way he came, determined to find the source of the other scent he had noticed earlier. Maybe he would be able to find a hammer and nails, if he was lucky. He would need quite a few nails… he hoped there would be at least enough to build one cart.
As he climbed up the hill leading away from the beach, he heard a loud call over head. It was a seagull, flying over the ocean. He had always found these birds kind of fascinating, even though most beings found them to be annoying pests. Lowering his gaze, he continued on towards the scent.
He discovered that it was a civilization, all right. An Amish one, if he wasn’t mistaken. There were many things scattered about, and broken down, simple looking buildings and huts were dilapidated and crumbling. It didn’t smell like there were any living creatures in this abandoned city, and there hadn’t been any in a long, long time. He walked towards a shed that looked promising, entering in through the broken in door. The roof of the building had mostly eroded away, providing him with ample searching light as he rummaged through the contents of the abandoned shed.
He did find several tools, but none that he needed. There was a sort of wrench looking device, but it was rusted so badly that he couldn’t get it to work. There was also a hammer, but the iron head had been separated from the wooden handle. That was promising though. There had to be another hammer in this town, one that was in better condition. I picked up the head of the hammer anyway and slipped it into his rucksack. Perhaps he could fashion a handle for this one sometime.
He straightened from his kneeling position and walked through the town, his eyes wide as he took in all the things that had been left behind. He might have to come back here with Bud and the cart sometime, to get some more of the precious things that had been forgotten in this place.
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Levi patted the soft, velvety muzzle of the horse as he shucked his rucksack over his shoulders, whispering words of solace to the large beast. She always got a little agitated when he left without her. But this was an adventure he wanted to make on his own, for reasons unknown even to himself. He patted her forehead once more before turning around on the spot and striding from the barn, his hands gripping the straps of the bag on his back as he walked.
The territory was quiet this morning, the snow underfoot crunching softly as he walked. Overhead, the sky was a soft blue, puffs of clouds scattered throughout the blue mass. Most of the clouds were heavy and dark, threatening to shed their contents on the unsuspecting world beneath them. But a few were white and soft, casting an interesting contrast against the azure expanse of sky.
He was feeling particularly calm and relaxed today; perhaps it was his new surroundings that made for his feeling of ease and peace. He had yet to meet everyone yet, but he was sure it was only a matter of time. It was inevitable that he would meet all the members of AniWaya; after all, he liked to think of himself as friendly. Or well… friendly enough.
The white male knew he had a sarcastic, crude side to him. But he prided himself in only letting that side of him show when he was sure no one would get offended. It was a joke, something to laugh at later. That is of course, if someone threatened or insulted him first. Then all bets were off.
He had reached the fence that marked the territory line now. He had not been here since his meeting with Dawali, the Chief of AniWaya. It felt a bit odd, to be leaving here so soon. But he would be back at the end of the day. He just wanted to look for some tools so he could begin building some new carts. The Chief had seemed very interested in them, and what better way to practice building the new models then to prepare for it and find some proper tools to use. He needed a hammer, and some nails too if he was lucky enough to find some that had not been ruined by the weather.
The sun overhead was moving steadily across the sky as the lone white male trekked down the makeshift dirt path. He had been at it for a few hours now, he reckoned. His mind had wandered all over the place, from his new home to his old, where his family still resided. He had yet to figure out a way to send word to them that he was all right and had found a new place to live. He would have to keep his eyes peeled for someone who has headed that way.
His ears perked forward as he rounded a bend in the road. His nostrils flared, and he lifted his nose into the wind to catch the scent. It smelled like seawater. He walked in the direction of the smell, his tail waving back and forth slowly behind him.
As he neared the water, his nose picked up another scent. It was the smell of civilization long passed. His ears perked again, and his tail wagged harder. Maybe he would be able to find a hammer here! The white male headed down to the beach, walking in the damp sand. The waves were washing rhythmically up on the shore, leaving the sand dark in its wake. His feet were getting wet, and it was clumping in the damp fur on his paws.
The ocean had always been a place of solace for him. He found it to be very soothing and relaxing. Everything about it; the scent of the salty air, the feel of the cold water and the damp sand, it all felt extremely relaxing to him.
Taking a deep breath of the salty air, he turned around and walked back the way he came, determined to find the source of the other scent he had noticed earlier. Maybe he would be able to find a hammer and nails, if he was lucky. He would need quite a few nails… he hoped there would be at least enough to build one cart.
As he climbed up the hill leading away from the beach, he heard a loud call over head. It was a seagull, flying over the ocean. He had always found these birds kind of fascinating, even though most beings found them to be annoying pests. Lowering his gaze, he continued on towards the scent.
He discovered that it was a civilization, all right. An Amish one, if he wasn’t mistaken. There were many things scattered about, and broken down, simple looking buildings and huts were dilapidated and crumbling. It didn’t smell like there were any living creatures in this abandoned city, and there hadn’t been any in a long, long time. He walked towards a shed that looked promising, entering in through the broken in door. The roof of the building had mostly eroded away, providing him with ample searching light as he rummaged through the contents of the abandoned shed.
He did find several tools, but none that he needed. There was a sort of wrench looking device, but it was rusted so badly that he couldn’t get it to work. There was also a hammer, but the iron head had been separated from the wooden handle. That was promising though. There had to be another hammer in this town, one that was in better condition. I picked up the head of the hammer anyway and slipped it into his rucksack. Perhaps he could fashion a handle for this one sometime.
He straightened from his kneeling position and walked through the town, his eyes wide as he took in all the things that had been left behind. He might have to come back here with Bud and the cart sometime, to get some more of the precious things that had been forgotten in this place.
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