Boxed in with Beats
Oct 29, 2020 1:17:20 GMT -5
Post by Henna on Oct 29, 2020 1:17:20 GMT -5
The sky is blue, the sun is shining, and a few clouds float lazily through the sky. The weather is perfect, almost perfect anyway, and out in the fields are expanses of green, just green...and three hulking adolescent watch-whers.
“J, I think people are coming.” They weren’t alone of course, fenced in with some metal and wood that was sort of hodged-podged together, and all three of them were strangely...peaceful. As if they were in a trance of some sort. And sure enough, in the corner of each pen (all three were split up in there, no telling what they’d get up to together) was a small, crappy speaker playing sick beats. Each one of them was different, of course, Whers had different tastes in music just like we do silly, but the sounds kept the content, for now.
“Did you bring the meat, Auggie?” August rolled his eyes at his sister’s words, then winced when she jammed him in the rib with an elbow.
“No, Jannie,” she glared at him, black hair tied in a neat ponytail practically whipping him in the face, “that was your job while I was building this damn fence and trying not to die.” His dark eyes narrowed as he stood up next to his older sister, over a head taller than her . He’d done a decent job with the fence too, considering he hadn’t the foggiest idea how to build one, and at the front, where they stood with a table with some...water and not much else was a large sign written on a piece of cardboard that had clearly been written on a box.
“Petting Zoo” written in a pretty script had been crossed out several times, with “Please take them” written underneath in red, though the red was admittedly harder to see on the material and was probably not the best idea.
The drums were beginning to beat the coordinates with a “whers...uhh if you want” sort of feel. Hopefully whoever ventured to the area would know that they should probably bring some food to a wher bonding.
In January (and August)’s defense, this was sort of a last minute thing. They wouldn’t really explained how they stumbled onto this trio of whers, January was a master deflector and August was great at flat out ignoring you, but they would answer some questions...maybe. For now, while the three whers swayed or bopped their head to the music, there was peace.
ooc, 410 words
Notes:
So uhh I came up with this idea of how to theme the Whers and not what to do for the actual bonding, and I think I like it this way. 8D Should be short and sweet, they might get sent off in a couple of days if ya wanna come in and get your WORD PROMPTS DONE. Joining probably won't close, but get 'em while they're hot!
“J, I think people are coming.” They weren’t alone of course, fenced in with some metal and wood that was sort of hodged-podged together, and all three of them were strangely...peaceful. As if they were in a trance of some sort. And sure enough, in the corner of each pen (all three were split up in there, no telling what they’d get up to together) was a small, crappy speaker playing sick beats. Each one of them was different, of course, Whers had different tastes in music just like we do silly, but the sounds kept the content, for now.
“Did you bring the meat, Auggie?” August rolled his eyes at his sister’s words, then winced when she jammed him in the rib with an elbow.
“No, Jannie,” she glared at him, black hair tied in a neat ponytail practically whipping him in the face, “that was your job while I was building this damn fence and trying not to die.” His dark eyes narrowed as he stood up next to his older sister, over a head taller than her . He’d done a decent job with the fence too, considering he hadn’t the foggiest idea how to build one, and at the front, where they stood with a table with some...water and not much else was a large sign written on a piece of cardboard that had clearly been written on a box.
“Petting Zoo” written in a pretty script had been crossed out several times, with “Please take them” written underneath in red, though the red was admittedly harder to see on the material and was probably not the best idea.
The drums were beginning to beat the coordinates with a “whers...uhh if you want” sort of feel. Hopefully whoever ventured to the area would know that they should probably bring some food to a wher bonding.
In January (and August)’s defense, this was sort of a last minute thing. They wouldn’t really explained how they stumbled onto this trio of whers, January was a master deflector and August was great at flat out ignoring you, but they would answer some questions...maybe. For now, while the three whers swayed or bopped their head to the music, there was peace.
ooc, 410 words
Notes:
So uhh I came up with this idea of how to theme the Whers and not what to do for the actual bonding, and I think I like it this way. 8D Should be short and sweet, they might get sent off in a couple of days if ya wanna come in and get your WORD PROMPTS DONE. Joining probably won't close, but get 'em while they're hot!