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Topic: Final Trek of the Agriculturist (Read 23 times)
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Final Trek of the Agriculturist « Thread Started on Nov 3, 2009, 5:59pm »
Painted across the canvas that is the heavens, thousands of stars shone and blinked down upon the nocturnal lands below. A crescent moon hung in the night sky, bathing pale, ivory light onto the sparse terrain. The silence of the night was captivating, broken only by the occasional noise and the constant rushing of the Koukon River. Those dark waters swirled and churned as they sped down the channel. It was to the bank of that river that a silhouette slowly stalked.
The figure kept to the shadows cast forth by the looming canyon walls. Every so often the creature would stop and quickly fall back into the darkness, such actions brought on by noises that seemed out of place. One thing was apparent, and that was this creature had no desire to be spotted in these lands. At last the being would step out into the pale moonlight, illuminating its figure. The beast was a wolf, one with a rich chocolate pelt. However, this canine was no normal mascu. Deep green, bark-like growths covered his back, starting between his ears and running all the way to the tip of his tail. Similar bark covered the front and underside of the mascu's torso. Twin symbols resembling a curved leaf rested beneath a pair of vibrant emerald eyes. This was the Agriculturist.
Slowly the mascu would approach the edge of the river, pausing to cast his gaze all around. It had been from desperation that Vita had once again entered these lands. Several days ago he had left the pack he had traveled so far to join, his conscious being held captivated by what he had done. It was the last time he had been in these lands that weighed on his soul, the task he had been forced to do in return for his life. If it had not been for his over-powering thirst, Vita would not have returned to the lands of Giaku. Yet for the past few days his tongue had been dry, and he knew that he still had many more leagues to cover. So he had decided to risk his life in order to save it.
When the river's edge was a mere few feet away, Vita would rush forward. Throwing caution to the wind, the mascu would bend down and thrust his entire muzzle into the swirling waters. After a few moments of drinking his fill the mascu would straighten himself, taking a few steps back. Those emerald eyes would give another quick scan before he allowed his rear to connect with the hard ground. The mascu knew he could not stay long, but he still felt drained. A rumbling from within his stomach would explain to Vita the lack of energy. Slowly the mascu's tail would move to a sack strapped across his torso. The tip of his tail dipped into the bag, before reappearing with a couple seeds.
The Agriculturist would paw at the ground, digging a shallow hole before depositing the seeds. A couple more swipes of his paw would cover the seeds with dirt. Vita would bend his head toward the spot, allowing his emerald eyes to slowly drift shut. The mascu's smooth voice would begin to softly chant in an ancient dialect. A small sprout popped out of the ground before quickly growing upward. That sprout would thicken as it grew, sprouting several branches as it went upward. Leafs and buds would blossom onto the boughs of the small tree. Soon those small buds would begin to grow, turned a vibrant shade of orange. In a matter of minutes, Vita would end his chant and look up at the orange tree that had taken root on the edge of the river. Smiling to himself, the mascu would lean up and grab one of the fruits in his maw. With his food grown, the wolf would sit with his back to the tree as he began to eat quickly.
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