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Post by complacentdevil on Nov 27, 2021 22:10:57 GMT -5
Daydreamer found little solace in his change in position. It was nice not to have the pressures of hunting and defending, but he was finding that he didnt quite possess green paws like his peers. Being a garden keeper was harder work than he had it pegged out for, and it definitely wasnt the flower crown making and chatting all day sort of work that others had made it out to be. He sighed as he looked at a plant he had just taken care of yesterday. He had poured water on it from some moss but it still seemed so sad and wilted... He wasnt looking too much better to be fair, but at least the plant had someone looking after it. He sighed, swiping it gently with his paw.
REC Event Rather unfortunately, the plant Daydreamer swiped with his paw was housing a particular angry bee. It was awoken from it's drowsy state by the plant moving, and emerged with a furious BUZZ, heading straight for the garden keeper in an attempt to avenge his interrupted nap.
Post by complacentdevil on Dec 25, 2021 22:05:39 GMT -5
i can roleplay with a bee right? right? I think so
Just his luck. Daydreamer let out an exasperated yelp as the bee buzzed at him, stumbling backwards and falling over himself. His feet flew into the air, falling flat on his back, and the bee persisted, landing on his nose and angrily finding a spot to sting him. He saw his life flash before his eyes, but kept himself from swatting at it in fear of angering it further. Maybe it would find pity on him and go away, he hoped, tears almost welling in his eyes as he found himself in this predicament.
