Post by Brenda Anders on Jul 24, 2014 23:57:01 GMT
|Logan Marshall|
The sky seemed to hold its breath that day, resistant to let it's breath ruffle the trees and to sweep it's white, puffy clouds across the blue sky. The soil under the brown squirrel's tiny feet was squishy but not moist, and the trees towered high above her. It had been nearly an hour of straight walking, but it was for a good cause.
Finally, Brenda arrived at a large, wide tree with strong branches and large roots that snaked into the ground. A small creek ran near it, and the smell of the Douglas Fir was irresistibly strong. With a smile, the young squirrel scaled the tree up to to one of the top most branches that had grown so straight upward for the tree that the small hole that was tucked away at the shoulder of it was invisible to anyone besides Brenda. With a quick glance around, assured that no one was nearby, she squeezed through the three-inch-wide gap into a small room just big enough for the half-blood to return to her human form, on her knees, which she did. The hole was level with the roof of the tree-room, and her head came to the roof if she was on her knees. Inside the room was plenty of tools and items, including a small backpack and a supply of snacks.
The room was Brenda's own little hideout. Her squirrel nature let her have a good idea of how the small room should be made, and already it was turning out well. The room was rounded, with a cylinder-shaped support that had been dug out around so it would act as a support for the hollow tree. The walls were four-inches thick, and the doughnut-shaped room was slightly musty.
Brenda smile as she took up a triangle-shaped rock with a sharpened edge and began smoothing the walls of the room, as that was really the only thing that needed to be done, besides installing a hidden trapdoor in the floor that would contain items for Brenda's use.
An hour later, the half-blood had finished smoothing all the walls, having collected a small pile of tree flesh. Shifting into a squirrel, she started carrying each piece pack through the the hole, one at a time, until finally the room was done. Returning and shifting back into a human, she pulled up a two-inch thick board made of the tree itself, and opened up the small area below. From her backpack, Brenda took out two hinges and a screwdriver. It took her ten minutes to add the hinges and move all her items into it.
Brenda sat back with a smile, her fluffy brown tail flicking in happiness. All that her little hideout needed at that point was decorations. Feeling satisfied, she pulled out a small spiral journal that had been wrinkled by use and a sharpened pencil. Brenda carefully slipped the pencil through the spiral rings and rolled the notebook up. Shuffling over to the entrance, she started shoving it though in a way that would keep it in the hole so it wouldn't fall to the ground but left enough space for the girl to fit through.
It wasn't too hard to squeeze past. On the outside of the hole at last, she shifted back to a human, balancing gracefully on the branch, and pulled the journal out. As she sat on a branch below the hole, a branch that was L-shaped and thick to make a nice seat, she sketched a beautiful picture of a tree in contrast to the forest; a draft of something she planned on thumb-tacking into the wall of her hide-out.
Suddenly, just as she had finished her sketch, there was a scent below her. Brenda perked herself and peered down. Half-hidden in a bush was an orange and black-striped pelt in the bushes, a large figure that, Brenda thought by instinct, was watching her. She knew it was a half-blood, as tigers didn't live in forests where they were, but it didn't give her any sense of relief, being a prey animal. Gulping, she waited to see if the animal would attack her, even though she was a good twenty feet of the ground and far out of reach.
|Derp, turned out more as a story than a RP scene. Have fun matching my muse!|
The sky seemed to hold its breath that day, resistant to let it's breath ruffle the trees and to sweep it's white, puffy clouds across the blue sky. The soil under the brown squirrel's tiny feet was squishy but not moist, and the trees towered high above her. It had been nearly an hour of straight walking, but it was for a good cause.
Finally, Brenda arrived at a large, wide tree with strong branches and large roots that snaked into the ground. A small creek ran near it, and the smell of the Douglas Fir was irresistibly strong. With a smile, the young squirrel scaled the tree up to to one of the top most branches that had grown so straight upward for the tree that the small hole that was tucked away at the shoulder of it was invisible to anyone besides Brenda. With a quick glance around, assured that no one was nearby, she squeezed through the three-inch-wide gap into a small room just big enough for the half-blood to return to her human form, on her knees, which she did. The hole was level with the roof of the tree-room, and her head came to the roof if she was on her knees. Inside the room was plenty of tools and items, including a small backpack and a supply of snacks.
The room was Brenda's own little hideout. Her squirrel nature let her have a good idea of how the small room should be made, and already it was turning out well. The room was rounded, with a cylinder-shaped support that had been dug out around so it would act as a support for the hollow tree. The walls were four-inches thick, and the doughnut-shaped room was slightly musty.
Brenda smile as she took up a triangle-shaped rock with a sharpened edge and began smoothing the walls of the room, as that was really the only thing that needed to be done, besides installing a hidden trapdoor in the floor that would contain items for Brenda's use.
An hour later, the half-blood had finished smoothing all the walls, having collected a small pile of tree flesh. Shifting into a squirrel, she started carrying each piece pack through the the hole, one at a time, until finally the room was done. Returning and shifting back into a human, she pulled up a two-inch thick board made of the tree itself, and opened up the small area below. From her backpack, Brenda took out two hinges and a screwdriver. It took her ten minutes to add the hinges and move all her items into it.
Brenda sat back with a smile, her fluffy brown tail flicking in happiness. All that her little hideout needed at that point was decorations. Feeling satisfied, she pulled out a small spiral journal that had been wrinkled by use and a sharpened pencil. Brenda carefully slipped the pencil through the spiral rings and rolled the notebook up. Shuffling over to the entrance, she started shoving it though in a way that would keep it in the hole so it wouldn't fall to the ground but left enough space for the girl to fit through.
It wasn't too hard to squeeze past. On the outside of the hole at last, she shifted back to a human, balancing gracefully on the branch, and pulled the journal out. As she sat on a branch below the hole, a branch that was L-shaped and thick to make a nice seat, she sketched a beautiful picture of a tree in contrast to the forest; a draft of something she planned on thumb-tacking into the wall of her hide-out.
Suddenly, just as she had finished her sketch, there was a scent below her. Brenda perked herself and peered down. Half-hidden in a bush was an orange and black-striped pelt in the bushes, a large figure that, Brenda thought by instinct, was watching her. She knew it was a half-blood, as tigers didn't live in forests where they were, but it didn't give her any sense of relief, being a prey animal. Gulping, she waited to see if the animal would attack her, even though she was a good twenty feet of the ground and far out of reach.
|Derp, turned out more as a story than a RP scene. Have fun matching my muse!|
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