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Fri Jun 10, 2016 1:45 am
Thread Prompt: Although most wild growth around the mansion is tolerated, there are some things that should be avoided: deep-rooting shrubs should not be allowed to grow near the mansion for fear of their roots damaging the foundation, vines should be occasionally cut back as to avoid overtaking the house or damaging structures, and so forth. Trim back this growth and dig up whatever shrubbery should be removed.
The weather had been gloomy for the past few days, but Izual was kind of relieved that it wasn’t when he left the mansion. He skirted the yards, heading to the back pond to wash the dried blood from his palms. He had been skinning a rabbit up in his room, making a mess of sorts. The blood on the old, wooden planks didn't bother him much, but he couldn’t walk around the pack lands with bloodied hands without someone giving him a strange look.
After he had cleaned them, he headed towards the front courtyard. As he walked, he eyed the overgrown shrubs around the house, remembering something someone had said about not letting them get too overgrown. Izual was no gardener, but he entertained the idea of ripping the plants from the comfort of their dirt patches just to cause some kind of chaos. But knowing little about plants and even littler about their growth, Izual had no idea what was overgrowth and what was regular growth. He grunted while eyeing the bushes, but decided to move along to find something else to entertain himself.
Wed Jul 06, 2016 5:00 pm
Fri Jul 15, 2016 5:42 am
When he rounded the corner at the edge of the mansion, orange eyes fell upon the orange coat of a familiar Coyote. It had been the man that was with Vesper at the time of the mass death of the ravens. The other’s feelings about him had not occurred to Izual, as socialization was never truly what conversations were about. To Izual, conversations were about amusement and manipulation. When he wasn’t trying to manipulate someone, he was just looking for a good kick or an interesting time.
At the moment, he didn’t think he had any use for Kallistos.
”Need some help?” Izual offered, stopping a foot or two behind him. Finally someone would be able to tell Izual which bushes to rip out of the ground and which not to. Even if they couldn’t see eye-to-eye on what to do with dead ravens, at least Kallistos could help Izual understand a little more about gardening – or at least the maintenance part of it. Ripping bushes out of the ground didn’t require much use of the gardening skill…
Fri Jul 15, 2016 2:28 pm
Tue Aug 02, 2016 3:30 am
The brutish Coyote lingered; maybe he was too close for comfort for Kallistos – but that was how Izual functioned. He hovered, and usually he hovered too close. Pumpkin eyes followed the direction of Kallistos’ finger as he gestured to which of the plants needed removal. He pointed to a larger bush that grew unruly and very close to the stone base of the mansion. It needed pulling out, and a grin grew upon Izual’s lips. Perfect!
Without further ado, Izual moved towards the shrub and with all of his strength, ripped it from the dirt it sat in for who knew how long. There was a spray of dirt and as Izual stumbled back with the shrub in his arms and its mangled roots dangling with clumps of dirt. The whole thing was not graceful in the least because that wasn’t what Izual was. He wasn’t graceful at all. He was savage. He was rough. He was strong. He threw the bush to the side in the grass and wiped some of the dirt from his hands.
Wed Aug 10, 2016 3:31 pm
Fri Sep 02, 2016 4:02 am
Izual’s ears slumped and a frustrated growl rumbled in his chest. After all that effort and the little shit couldn’t even point to the right bush? Izual felt stupid, and what was worse, was that he felt stupid in front of someone he knew didn’t like him very much. He was supposed to be showing Kallistos that he was the man, not that he was an idiot.
Grumbling incoherently under his breath, Izual reached for the smaller bush and wrenched it out of the ground in the same fashion. Once it was out, he chucked it beside the other and brushed the dirt from his hands. ”Any others? And maybe try to be a little clearer this time?” Izual spoke, standing closer to Kallistos to be directed to the next bit of aid he could offer the younger male.
He wasn’t so sure about replanting the bush, but he could surely rip more out that needed to be removed. Hey, the task wasn’t bad and without the wrong direction, it was pretty easy stuff. In the context of ripping shrubs from the ground, Izual liked gardening.
Fri Sep 02, 2016 12:04 pm
Sun Sep 04, 2016 4:16 am
By the stern silence in the air, Izual could smell the tension, feel the tension radiating off of his younger counterpart. He had to make an effort not to grin at him, but realistically, he was delighted to see that he had gotten to the pup.
Next he was directed very clearly to rip out a bush that had grown ever so closely to the house. By this indication, Izual was just beginning to understand why the shrubs were a problem. Their roots undoubtedly snaked underneath the house – but what they did after that? He couldn’t say. He just knew, by Kallistos’ instruction, that they needed to be removed.
So, he removed it.
Again, with a grunt and a smaller spray of dirt this time, a third bush soon joined the other two on the grass at the other side of the walk way. He looked at the bush and the middle and considered the effort it would take to replant the thing – and for what? It’s not like they provided much of anything – practically or aesthetically.
”What exactly do these do to the house if they grow to close to it?” he asked, hoping to understand the context a little more rather than working with a machine. ”Why not herbs and weed here instead?”
Wed Sep 07, 2016 4:01 pm