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Ooc: lmao, Evergreen lyrics XD W.C.: 525 Catherine was dried up. She could barely feel her limbs, the soreness of working all day long hitting on her like a summer storm. Lying on the tall grass, she rested. The refreshing night was delightful, the dew already forming up. The small drops drainning from the thalluses to her long fur and then, to the ground. Bulma whinned by her side. The poor mare had to work a lot as well. She made more than her normal work that day, that she was sure. Besides the already tiring scouting and messaging duties of her rank, what was, for her, the most important things to do. As she was told, all the pack members helped with the task of preparing the ground to be planted. As the model packmember, she helped, using some of the tools she found near the fields. Bluma did her part as well, as a few tools could only be used with a horse. Both of the females took some time to discover how to use those. Then, they worked on it, the noon sun on their head. Of course, Seymour and Saw tried to help, though there wasn't what to do for them. After that, they couldn't help but to go home. Unfortunately, Bluma couldn't go far: the mare couldn't move a muscle. It wasn't used to work for so long, so hard. Sad because of the horse, the grayish female stayed with the horse, fatiguated as well. Bluma seemed better now, but the equine relucted on moving. 'Lazy horse', Catherine thought. It happened during the sunset, and now it was getting near midnight. She could say that from the position of the stars. While she lived in Halifax, the wolfess had studied a lot, very interested with the great knowledge the humans had. Now, she could find most of the constellations they found in the night skies. Pointing with one finger -which trembled a little-, she formed lines, connecting star with star, until the constellation was formed, and she could imaginate the animal or thing it represented. Lyra, Hercules, Cygnus, Polar Major, Lynx... All of them very clear in the sky.
She wondered why they were like that. Why couldn't Hercules be somethign else. For her, it seemed like a fat guy waving. Lyra looked more like a water drop, Cygnus, like a crooked bow missing the string, with an arrow. The woman found herself forming constellations of her own, one crazier than the other. It was funny. She thought why she hadn't done that while she was a kid, while she got more creativity. Her only green eye notice Bluma looking at the sky as well, following her finger. That was a weird scene, and made her think if the horse could understand her. That was being a very crazy night, that was for sure. Saw and Seymour seemed to have disappeared from the map, as they haven't came back. That wasn't right, but she wansn't caring much. Besides, it would be hard to get there quick enough with Bluma stuck on the ground. 'Lazy horse', she thought again, even knowing she was as lazy as the mare. |
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