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Aleksandr Volsky · 09-08-2010, 11:36 PM

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He huffed with each movement, pulling his heavy humanoid body up the tree, using its lower branches like rungs on a ladder. When he reached a branch that seemed to be thick enough, he sat on it carefully, testing its strength and silently asking himself if it felt like it would hold. Confident in his choice, he reached his arms out to part the twigs and leaves so that he might see the sky and the pack land (which, from that tree, was really just a bunch of grassland as far as he could see).

The sun had risen and the sky was a pale grey-blue. Sasha internally scolded himself for climbing too slowly and missing the sunrise, sighing disappointedly and slumping backwards against the cool, hard, prickly bark of the tree's trunk. Well, he supposed he could get up a little earlier the next day, and seeing as he already knew where the best hand and footholds were on this particular tree, he would likely be able to get up to his selected branch much more efficiently.

But, what to do, once he got all the way up the tree and missed the sunrise? He decided to pluck off acorns, what ones he could reach, regardless of whether they were ready or not (he didn't know how to tell) and chuck them through the opening in the twigs and the leaves. See how far they flew. And, later, see if they planted themselves and grew even more trees.

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Lucia Marino · 09-21-2010, 09:20 PM

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Sorry for my lateness. :[ And thank you muchly for starting!

It was a fine enough summer morning, and the Marino girl found herself drifting aimlessly through the grassy plains of the pack lands. Her airy purple dress swished about her calves with each step of her mindless wandering. Part of her debated returning to that foggy old graveyard to see if anyone was lingering around there again. She doubted there would be anyone there so early in the day, but she found her feet taking her in that direction nonetheless.

As she moved forward, drifting past a cluster of trees, she almost didn't notice the peculiar rain of acorns that staggered forth from one of trees ahead of her. The soft thumps of the little acorns striking the ground were noticed as she neared the trunk of the offending tree, and she paused to watch the the little seeds sail through the air, ears twitching slightly with each one that found the soil. Of course, the little acorns couldn't be flying from the trees on their own, and Lucia's brow furrowed as she peered up into the leafy, green canopy. She could just make out feet dangling through the branches, but couldn't see who they belonged to from where she stood.

The Marino girl moved forward, toward the area the acorns had landed in, then turned around to find an unfamiliar figure visible through a part in the leaves and branches. Whoever it was, she was certain she didn't recognize him, nor find any familiarity in his scent. "Hey! What're you doing?" she asked almost acusingly, as if sitting in a tree was the most peculiar thing in the world.

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