06-28-2018, 04:26 PM
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[b]☾ IOTA [abbr="speech; self-reference; thoughts"]x[/abbr] info [abbr="attacks"]x[/abbr] FIREBRAND ☾
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"The big tree, huh?"
Iota peered up the grand tree that acted as the centerpiece for the archive, its large branches jutting out and scraping some of the bookshelves nearby. Sure, it may have been an eyesore, but the firebrand saw beauty in its inconvenience. "Sure thing, Morgan, I'm on top of it! Sounds like fun." But while cleaning the tree might not have been a problem, there was one thing that was: scaling it. It was a rather grand tree, its top jutting out of the library's roof so that the sun's rays could touch the shabby floors of the abandoned library and provide food for the large plant.
Yikes. She wasn't too fond with the thought of climbing that thing and relieving it of its several extra limbs. She was a great climber, but at a major fault: she was afraid of heights. She shook her head rapidly, trying to knock the fear out of her own mind. "I can do this. Baby steps, Iota." She leapt towards one of the branches, her strong hind legs pushing against the floor beneath her like a rabbit's, and grabbed one of the limbs with her paws, her sharp claws digging into its bark as she tried to get a grip. "Ugh, c'mon... get up there...!"
With as much body strength as the feline could garner, she hoisted herself up onto the branch, the air feeling like knives in her lungs as she tried to catch her breath. The jumping and climbing wasn't the problem, but the fear of falling winded her more than anything. "Not out of the frying pan yet, it seems."
She moved towards the massive trunk of the oak, clinging onto it with her forepaws, and moved her back paws to-and-fro on the limb beneath her in an attempt to loosen it, and hopefully send it falling to the ground below. With an immense amount of effort, the trunk finally removed the limb from its body, sending the limb hurling towards the ground, crashing into the rotten carpet. "Hope nobody was under that!"
Her task was only beginning, though. More branches to break, and leaves to trim. She clung to the trunk, mentally preparing herself to complete the remainder of her daunting task.
Iota peered up the grand tree that acted as the centerpiece for the archive, its large branches jutting out and scraping some of the bookshelves nearby. Sure, it may have been an eyesore, but the firebrand saw beauty in its inconvenience. "Sure thing, Morgan, I'm on top of it! Sounds like fun." But while cleaning the tree might not have been a problem, there was one thing that was: scaling it. It was a rather grand tree, its top jutting out of the library's roof so that the sun's rays could touch the shabby floors of the abandoned library and provide food for the large plant.
Yikes. She wasn't too fond with the thought of climbing that thing and relieving it of its several extra limbs. She was a great climber, but at a major fault: she was afraid of heights. She shook her head rapidly, trying to knock the fear out of her own mind. "I can do this. Baby steps, Iota." She leapt towards one of the branches, her strong hind legs pushing against the floor beneath her like a rabbit's, and grabbed one of the limbs with her paws, her sharp claws digging into its bark as she tried to get a grip. "Ugh, c'mon... get up there...!"
With as much body strength as the feline could garner, she hoisted herself up onto the branch, the air feeling like knives in her lungs as she tried to catch her breath. The jumping and climbing wasn't the problem, but the fear of falling winded her more than anything. "Not out of the frying pan yet, it seems."
She moved towards the massive trunk of the oak, clinging onto it with her forepaws, and moved her back paws to-and-fro on the limb beneath her in an attempt to loosen it, and hopefully send it falling to the ground below. With an immense amount of effort, the trunk finally removed the limb from its body, sending the limb hurling towards the ground, crashing into the rotten carpet. "Hope nobody was under that!"
Her task was only beginning, though. More branches to break, and leaves to trim. She clung to the trunk, mentally preparing herself to complete the remainder of her daunting task.
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