a story at three

[Ouija D'Angelo]

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Vannah; 541 words Ouija was out and trying to restock his collection. Actually he hadn't had a collection since he was living in New Brunswick. After all he came over in the fall and so he had to wait until the season came around for him to find things with which to dye himself. And of course as soon as he was able to he had repainted himself. His form was splashed with odd patches of random color. There was no sort of rhyme or reason to it at all. He hadn't stuck to a single color or pattern. He just coated himself without concern. It was the exact same way that he had always done it. He had never tried to be impressive with his dye job. All he cared about was getting rid of the monotony of his white pelt. Nature was entirely full of colors and so why should he be limited to just a single one? He didn't see any reason for it and so he coated himself in splashes of color. There were places that were more vibrant than others, from the fresh application, and other spots that had started to fade from being colored a bit of time ago. Just the coloring of his pelt showed that he had pretty much already used up what he had already gathered. But it had been so long since he could color freely that he was determined to get as much out of it as he could. And it was that reason that he found himself away from the caves and out into the trees. He was looking around for plants with would serve the purpose of coloring himself again. He wanted some he could use for now and perhaps he should go ahead and start getting some ready for the winter as well. Though the winter stock wasn't a priority just yet. He still had some time for that. Even so he just wanted to make sure he kept enough for when he did decide to use the plants. And since he was collecting for storage he had his jars with him, tucked away in his satchel so that he could store his finds away safely. Of course he could properly dry them out when he got back to the caves. It was while he was out and looking around that he ended up coming across someone else. "Not too bad of a job." He commented as he had noticed the pelt in her hands. He couldn't help himself. It was another thing that he worked with. After all the satchel that was hanging across his back was something that he had made himself from deer skin. The athames contained inside were made of the bone from the antlers of the same deer. When he killed he ended up using about every part of the animal in one fashion or another. He didn't like letting anything at all go to waste. But that was the way that he was brought up. Everything had a use and nothing should be tossed out. "What are your plans for it?" He asked curiously. He had a few himself, mainly of the winter white variation. He had a few other animal pelts as well.

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