Post by Ru'e Ridna'kah Grair on Jun 23, 2023 4:56:26 GMT
"Our grimm would have wanted your pelts." Ru'e mused in her own mind as she gazed down upon the sleek brown animals shambling around busily in the narrow canal below. It had been an incredible find - One that had made the great black borzoi stop her swift patrol through the forest altogether. She simply had to investigate. It was what their chief had ordered, after all.
Ru'e was sitting now at the top of some sort of brick-laden, moss covered building that had been cut neatly into pieces by Rozo'ama Akoda's reconstruction. In between two halves of the structure ran a muddy creek, flowing as naturally as anything else in the forest. It had no regard for the once-whole building that it now separated. Neither did the enormous chek that swam its waters. They were crafting a dam of branches in between the walls, attempting to block the flow of water altogether, it would seem. Ru'e watched thoughtfully as they paddled about, dragging sticks and mud into the pile with an air of importance that said that they thought they were doing the most important job in the world.
Perhaps it was important. Just as Grair'far Clan now had dominion over the grimm's mansion, these creatures had claimed the creek and the mossy ruins that bordered it. They were making a new life for themselves here in the crumbling shells of the humans' world. "Lout," she thought, "but not too different than our canna."
Ru'e was sitting now at the top of some sort of brick-laden, moss covered building that had been cut neatly into pieces by Rozo'ama Akoda's reconstruction. In between two halves of the structure ran a muddy creek, flowing as naturally as anything else in the forest. It had no regard for the once-whole building that it now separated. Neither did the enormous chek that swam its waters. They were crafting a dam of branches in between the walls, attempting to block the flow of water altogether, it would seem. Ru'e watched thoughtfully as they paddled about, dragging sticks and mud into the pile with an air of importance that said that they thought they were doing the most important job in the world.
Perhaps it was important. Just as Grair'far Clan now had dominion over the grimm's mansion, these creatures had claimed the creek and the mossy ruins that bordered it. They were making a new life for themselves here in the crumbling shells of the humans' world. "Lout," she thought, "but not too different than our canna."