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who ; TINY ELF BABBY and you
what ; Fenris is still entirely himself, however now trapped in the body of a small child. Hilarity ensues when the panic this event has caused station-wide leaves him alone and too short to forage for food.
where ; The the vast, surrounding yards of Tronhaus in R05, Gibson.
when ; During the Age Event
warning(s) ; TBA but unlikely
Damnable things, trees. It was as though they existed to mock the diminutive and frail; the branches that bore any fruit were only the highest and only ones within his reach couldn't support even his light weight. Bright olive eyes narrowed to slits of angry determination as Fenris clung to the trunk of the tree, feebly willing his bird boned little body up its length to his goal. To his credit, he was a good three feet off the ground before he came tumbling back down with a solid thud.
Fenris swore he every language he knew, and a few he didn't. His reedy voice coloring the air with his damnations on this, and that. Trapped as the child he never remembered being, he could only curse and fight the limitations now forced upon him.
Ass stuck to the grass, Fenris grimaced as his twiggy arms. This was not the natural litheness of adolescence, no. Fenris was only so thin because whenever he may have been this small, it was well before he was deemed valuable enough to be fed on a regular basis. That was a time long passed, farther then he could ever hope to remember.
Moping did not help his present situation. Fenris pushed himself back onto to equally twiggy legs, and went back to scaling the tree again with twice as much effort as the last assaulting. If he couldn't find aid back at the house, the hell he was going to just sit around while there were perfectly good apple trees outside.
what ; Fenris is still entirely himself, however now trapped in the body of a small child. Hilarity ensues when the panic this event has caused station-wide leaves him alone and too short to forage for food.
where ; The the vast, surrounding yards of Tronhaus in R05, Gibson.
when ; During the Age Event
warning(s) ; TBA but unlikely
Damnable things, trees. It was as though they existed to mock the diminutive and frail; the branches that bore any fruit were only the highest and only ones within his reach couldn't support even his light weight. Bright olive eyes narrowed to slits of angry determination as Fenris clung to the trunk of the tree, feebly willing his bird boned little body up its length to his goal. To his credit, he was a good three feet off the ground before he came tumbling back down with a solid thud.
Fenris swore he every language he knew, and a few he didn't. His reedy voice coloring the air with his damnations on this, and that. Trapped as the child he never remembered being, he could only curse and fight the limitations now forced upon him.
Ass stuck to the grass, Fenris grimaced as his twiggy arms. This was not the natural litheness of adolescence, no. Fenris was only so thin because whenever he may have been this small, it was well before he was deemed valuable enough to be fed on a regular basis. That was a time long passed, farther then he could ever hope to remember.
Moping did not help his present situation. Fenris pushed himself back onto to equally twiggy legs, and went back to scaling the tree again with twice as much effort as the last assaulting. If he couldn't find aid back at the house, the hell he was going to just sit around while there were perfectly good apple trees outside.