[OPEN] every day I'll take you higher~
EDIT : I'm out for the weekend! Tags will be slow 'til Sunday!
♥, Kate
Who: furball_deity, OPEN
When: About the same time as the shops reopening.
Where: Beach. 8D
Rating: G thus far; subject to change.
Summary: Happily oblivious to the clothing crisis and upon discovery that communicator=/=food, the next step is obvious to Ammy. She ought to go fishing.
The island wasn't that large -- a thorough exploration had yielded those results. Well... exploration of the inhabited parts. Normally, Amaterasu wouldn't think twice about trodding upon the path less traveled ... In fact, it was her preference, but ... something in the jungle-like thicket beyond the settlement held such a pungent and repellent smell, it drove the disoriented wolf right back to where she came from.
Fortunately, however, her inventory had grown considerably since her arrival. Bizarre, cold-smelling artifacts had been bestowed upon her by a priest of the temple -- none of which she knew or understood how to use, but they were gifts. Important gifts, she believed.
And her explorations had yielded another asset: she'd torn away a branch of a tree. A long, sturdy branch that narrowed toward the tip with a nice bend to it, and she had carried it proudly in her mouth all the way to the beach.
It wasn't a stick. It was her new fishing pole.
Now she was setting herself up for a nice, relaxing evening of fishing. Fish as an offering to the priest, fish for the locals, and better yet... Fish for dinner! The first step was always her favorite: in the pliable sand, dig a hole.
♥, Kate
Who: furball_deity, OPEN
When: About the same time as the shops reopening.
Where: Beach. 8D
Rating: G thus far; subject to change.
Summary: Happily oblivious to the clothing crisis and upon discovery that communicator=/=food, the next step is obvious to Ammy. She ought to go fishing.
The island wasn't that large -- a thorough exploration had yielded those results. Well... exploration of the inhabited parts. Normally, Amaterasu wouldn't think twice about trodding upon the path less traveled ... In fact, it was her preference, but ... something in the jungle-like thicket beyond the settlement held such a pungent and repellent smell, it drove the disoriented wolf right back to where she came from.
Fortunately, however, her inventory had grown considerably since her arrival. Bizarre, cold-smelling artifacts had been bestowed upon her by a priest of the temple -- none of which she knew or understood how to use, but they were gifts. Important gifts, she believed.
And her explorations had yielded another asset: she'd torn away a branch of a tree. A long, sturdy branch that narrowed toward the tip with a nice bend to it, and she had carried it proudly in her mouth all the way to the beach.
It wasn't a stick. It was her new fishing pole.
Now she was setting herself up for a nice, relaxing evening of fishing. Fish as an offering to the priest, fish for the locals, and better yet... Fish for dinner! The first step was always her favorite: in the pliable sand, dig a hole.