02-23-2011, 10:20 AM
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J'adore swung the axe at the tree, hitting the middle of the missing wedge shape. He glaced back at the pile of wood he already had. He'd spent the past few hours felling and chopping a small tree and after deducing that since all of the firewood had been used to revive the great fire, he would need more. After a few more swings the tree fell backwards, showing J'adore with splinters. He had not moved when the tree started to creak, which could have proved problematic if it had started to lean towards him.
The tan male swept his hand over his brow and sighed. It wasn't hot, but the hard work was tiring him out. He sat down on one of the logs and started to search his bag for the flask which had become prescious to him ever since he'd started chopping
He took a sip of the water and let out a deep sigh. His shaggy mane was held up out of his eyes by a purple bandana. His locks were longer now, not quite down to his shoulders, but half way down his neck. The fringe hung lower than his eyebrows and although his hair was long, it wasn't particularly thick.
He replaced the cap on his flask and shoved it into his bag. He stood up again and remembered the other axe in his satchel. If only someone would come across him willing to help. He took his own axe to the fallen log and started to hack.
While Fuerte and Inez were in a field closer to home, he had brought 'Quera along to drag the logs home. Luckily 'Quera was a large, monster of a horse who was very proficient at pulling his load. He was also a celebrated wander, spending little time actually on AniWayan soil. He was wandering around nearby, out of the Spaniard's sight.
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Date: 23/02/2011Setting: Woodland near the borders of PV Time: Morning Character Form: Optime |
J'adore swung the axe at the tree, hitting the middle of the missing wedge shape. He glaced back at the pile of wood he already had. He'd spent the past few hours felling and chopping a small tree and after deducing that since all of the firewood had been used to revive the great fire, he would need more. After a few more swings the tree fell backwards, showing J'adore with splinters. He had not moved when the tree started to creak, which could have proved problematic if it had started to lean towards him.
The tan male swept his hand over his brow and sighed. It wasn't hot, but the hard work was tiring him out. He sat down on one of the logs and started to search his bag for the flask which had become prescious to him ever since he'd started chopping
He took a sip of the water and let out a deep sigh. His shaggy mane was held up out of his eyes by a purple bandana. His locks were longer now, not quite down to his shoulders, but half way down his neck. The fringe hung lower than his eyebrows and although his hair was long, it wasn't particularly thick.
He replaced the cap on his flask and shoved it into his bag. He stood up again and remembered the other axe in his satchel. If only someone would come across him willing to help. He took his own axe to the fallen log and started to hack.
While Fuerte and Inez were in a field closer to home, he had brought 'Quera along to drag the logs home. Luckily 'Quera was a large, monster of a horse who was very proficient at pulling his load. He was also a celebrated wander, spending little time actually on AniWayan soil. He was wandering around nearby, out of the Spaniard's sight.