OOC: Hm, interesting. We seem to have made a forest beyond the hills. Very interesting.
IC: The noon star in the sky finally reached to a peaking moment that one of the windows of the town, reflected to light into the rather uncluddered house. The star brightened the dark, nearily empty, condo, making even a lamp useless. And the star's blinding light impacted the lids of a member inside the house.
Aggravating the Wolvark inside, the light forced the eye lids slammed Parit's sad eyes open. Parit muscles finally realized they needed to remove themself from their 6 hour position, and that sent a clear message to Parit's mind. He moved his head to face the poster of a wanted poacher sign, positioned directily in front of Parit's foot of his cafefully carved bed. Parit flicked his eyes a few times, to get his eyes adjusted to the sudden burst of light. After all of this rough measurement of stretching, Parit gripped the corners of bedsheet, and threw them across the back of the simple bed. Parit turned to his left, to his face the closet stickes.
One stick had branches pointing in several directions, but all of them were uniquely shaped into Steef heads. Each of them held a piece of clothing, including pants. Parit shook off his tireness and pressed his bare feet onto the rough floor. He flung his body upward and use his small legs to fling himself forward with his legs. Once his hands grasped his farmer clothing, slid his arms into the delicate sleeves and tried to use his hands to feel around for the silky buttons, to slide the buttons into other end of the shirt. Once he completed his button process, he gripped his overalls, and placed the straps onto his shoulders and the pant line on his now clothed legs, he no longer needed anymore attire.
Parit exhaled, before making his way into the outside, a precious view in where he will herd and harvest. Parit made quiet steps to the door, one that was quite wooden. He gripped the cold handle, twisted and pushed with his left hand, to enter the rather marshy air. He took a few more steps before taking a look around him, to only see no more than per say, houses and a few bushes. Yet, he realized that there was only one tree in the village, and it seemed to make quite a bit of noise. Parit couldn't quite see what was coming on, but he decided that investigation was required.
His pourch was made entirely of the element made by Jovi, and only led to the ground by a simple staircase. When he took a few steps downward, he hopped the rest of the stairs down, being that he knew that he would survive. Once he recovered from the fall, he took a little stroll down the neighborhood.
As soon Parit's vision had the ability to see what was ahead of him, he rose his brow. He thought he had now saw some mutant, stripped Clakker, with added Vykker experiment features. The thing had a little beak, two fit arms and legs, an enlarged head and eyes, as well as a little feather pointing out of the thing's head. Sure wasn't something he had seen in his day. But the thing beside him, he knew what that thing was very well. An Elum. Damn things who keep on eating his crops. And his honey. Prehaps the two had a connection, but he may never know.
Parit didn't know whether to approuch it or not. The thing was covered in body paint, and was crouching to the tree for some odd reason. Prehaps the thing had attempted to make it's own little religon, which consists of believing trees in being immortals. Something he couldn't understand. Yet, Parit saw that the thing's little pouch had something green, which made him think of Spooce. Parit thought that maybe this was a farmer. Prehaps he could help him farm and also herd other Elums. So Parit sprinted on the rough ground, to reach the creature and just said, "Hey.", to get his attention.
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Oh noes! I killed the RPG!