[P] the slow wheel pours the sand
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Muscles strained as the large werewolf hauled the canvas bag toward the future pond, several pounds of sand weighing him down. He'd made the trip a few times and was very sore for it – but Skoll was vogie of his strength, being one of the largest Luperci in the pack. Never mind that his fingers ached from clutching the bag's mouth, or that his back complained with pain threatening to shoot along the overworked and undersupported muscles. He wasn't feeling middle age at all.

Finally reaching the edge of the dug-out pond, Skoll groaned and hefted the thing down from his shoulder. He opened the bag's mouth and knocked it over with a foot, upending a considerable amount of sand down into the hollow.

On the other side, a patchwork dog with mismatched feathers sticking from her fur beamed at him, and opened her arms to drop three round stones into the basin.

Skoll glowered at Mottle. Thanks for helping.

The jester saluted him and beamed. No problem, thir!


[Stage III Prompt] Line and fill the bottom of the newly dug out pond with clay, sand, and stones, just to make sure it’s very water tight come time to break the retention wall.


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As much as he loved to work in his small field and growing vineyard, there was only so much that the man could possibly do. He could not make the plants grow faster or better by staring at them so he had to find another way to pass his time. He often spent it with Mayne, with whom he played stupid games for a man well into adulthood but it was easy to justify. Anything could be, frankly.

But, Alessan knew he had to help out more than he was. So, he figured he'd help out a heavily pregnant half-sister, and his beloved littermate, by forcing himself to help with the village. He had, after all, staked a claim to share with someone, so he ought to do his fair share. Even if it was a little odd for a gay man to have a platonic roommate.

He did watch Skoll lug around a bunch of sand with a look of appreciation. T'was such a pity that the man had no interest in the forbidden fruit and liked his partners possessing vaginas. He sighed. A pity.

What else do you need help with, Senechal? he asked, descending the hill he had been perched upon. Alessan was decidedly less burdoned looking. Clearly in need of something to do. He did grin at Mottle though, who smiled back.

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With little sense of urgency, Alessan came down from a hill and called out to Skoll, who blew through his jowls and tilted his head down at the empty pond. Anything, he said, then corrected himself with a swift glare in Mottle's direction. Well, almost anything. Her measly contributions would leave them without a pond until winter. He would like his kids to be able to enjoy the water while the weather was still reasonably warm.

Kalyspo wanted the bottom of this filled with sand 'n' shit to keep all the water from immediately soaking into the soil. With a grunt, he jumped down into the pit and stumbled slightly on the uneven rocks, then kicked one out of his way with the side of his paw. I've got a good amount piled up, but we could use spreading it out, reach all the corners.

Mottle fingered her chin. Does a round pond really have corners? she postulated.

Get your fluffy ass down here, the Seneschal ordered the jester, who giggled and hopped down, linking her hands behind her back and sashaying innocently. C'mon, you gonna lend a hand or what? Skoll chided Alessan (likely not careful enough with his word choice).



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