03-20-2011, 08:04 PM
Backdating this to a week later? ...Say, to March 13th v__v
"This seems to be a good spot..." He mumbled to himself, hands on his hips, and eyes on the landscape. Not too far from the main entrance from the caves, came a narrow dry creek bed, leading to a a circular opening on the rocky sides of the mountains. It was a rather big clearing, with some boulders here and there, probably just recently rolled down the peaks thanks to the snowstorm. The grass was short and few thanks to the snow, but green nonetheless.
It surely was the perfect grazing fields for Anathema's new lifestock. All it needed was a few changes here and there.
And that's what he was there for! Liliana had taught him the basics of making fences, and just these days, the Russian had been fecthing and cutting down trees that had fell down, again thanks to the bad weather. Before it could get too wet and begin to rot, he took them all in and rested them on a single corner on the common chamber, working on them just outside in order to maintain the moderate silence within the cave system.
Now,, all those planks had to be used. And so they would.
The grayish male took off a small piece of paper, bone pen and ink bottle, and quickly started to sketch down the fences areas and some of the structures he'd have to build up. A small water pen here, a station to place equipment, gears and such, and a big shelter here. All in all, it looked good enough so far.
...
Finally, he had brought back some of the planks to the selected area. With some sticks and stones he found around, the sheperd marked down the path the fences would follow.
With some kicks on the snow, he uncovered the moist rocky ground beneath the thin snow sheet, preparing to start up things. With an improvised hammer/shovel, he started to dig up round holes and pressing their borders to thick up the dirt, steadying the rather long poles within them, and hammering them down until they were relatively firm. Then, he would surround their exposed base with more dirt, pressing it close to the wood unti it was safe enough. Then, to the next one.
It was a tiring, almost boring activity. But it had to be done, sooner or later. And it sure better be as soon as possible. Half of the main square was done when he started to breath through his mouth, the very tip of his tongue starting to slick out of his open jaw. Who would have thought this would be that hard?
He straightened his back, the stiffening joints cracking back to place. A heavy sigh escaped the male's lips, and he brushed the forehead with the back of his hand and wrist. Well, at least it wasn't too sunny; otherwise, he'd surely be much more tired. Heat always made the Russian unconfortable, and in such a situation, the cleudy sky was more than welcome. All he could wish for was a helping hand...
"This seems to be a good spot..." He mumbled to himself, hands on his hips, and eyes on the landscape. Not too far from the main entrance from the caves, came a narrow dry creek bed, leading to a a circular opening on the rocky sides of the mountains. It was a rather big clearing, with some boulders here and there, probably just recently rolled down the peaks thanks to the snowstorm. The grass was short and few thanks to the snow, but green nonetheless.
It surely was the perfect grazing fields for Anathema's new lifestock. All it needed was a few changes here and there.
And that's what he was there for! Liliana had taught him the basics of making fences, and just these days, the Russian had been fecthing and cutting down trees that had fell down, again thanks to the bad weather. Before it could get too wet and begin to rot, he took them all in and rested them on a single corner on the common chamber, working on them just outside in order to maintain the moderate silence within the cave system.
Now,, all those planks had to be used. And so they would.
The grayish male took off a small piece of paper, bone pen and ink bottle, and quickly started to sketch down the fences areas and some of the structures he'd have to build up. A small water pen here, a station to place equipment, gears and such, and a big shelter here. All in all, it looked good enough so far.
...
Finally, he had brought back some of the planks to the selected area. With some sticks and stones he found around, the sheperd marked down the path the fences would follow.
With some kicks on the snow, he uncovered the moist rocky ground beneath the thin snow sheet, preparing to start up things. With an improvised hammer/shovel, he started to dig up round holes and pressing their borders to thick up the dirt, steadying the rather long poles within them, and hammering them down until they were relatively firm. Then, he would surround their exposed base with more dirt, pressing it close to the wood unti it was safe enough. Then, to the next one.
It was a tiring, almost boring activity. But it had to be done, sooner or later. And it sure better be as soon as possible. Half of the main square was done when he started to breath through his mouth, the very tip of his tongue starting to slick out of his open jaw. Who would have thought this would be that hard?
He straightened his back, the stiffening joints cracking back to place. A heavy sigh escaped the male's lips, and he brushed the forehead with the back of his hand and wrist. Well, at least it wasn't too sunny; otherwise, he'd surely be much more tired. Heat always made the Russian unconfortable, and in such a situation, the cleudy sky was more than welcome. All he could wish for was a helping hand...