As one approaches a fence for a corral in the fall section of the island, a bunch of animals is streaming steadily into the pen in front of them. A massive shaggy blue wolf with glowing markings guides them inside. Overseeing the process is a tall man with a scar on one side of his face. He steps forward and guides any animal that doesn't obey the beast with his own hands.
Keith puts his hands into his pockets and leans against the open gate of the corral with the air of a person set on their task. "Of all the islands this is the one we needed back most." He looks up at whoever is nearby and jerks his thumb. "Hey, come over here. It will go a lot faster with your help."
Or they can stay where they are. It doesn't matter to him. He turns from them to kneel down and usher another critter into the pen. "Not that way, this way. It's time to go inside, okay?"
Fruits of our labors
Keith stares into the sky and sighs heavily. "I told you not to." He fiddles with the maple glazed donut and then looks back up. "I don't know when it will wear off but try not to touch anything else?" There's a helpful sounding whistle from his shoulder where a reddish-orange bird of prey is perched. He strokes the bird's beak with a soft. "You're not helping. You snatched that butternut squash thing out of my hands and I still don't know what it did to you."
Ember, the affected phoenix spreads out a wing over the back of Keith's black hoodie as if patting his back and preens his hair. "...yeah I won't touch that stuff." Keith mutters to himself and glances up at the blue wolf hovering in the air and looking put out. "Think you can come back down or do you need some help?"
A whine. He pinches the bridge of his nose and stuffs the donut into his face. Unknown to him, he begins to glow as he reaches up to pull at the beast in the air. "You get any bigger and I'll be able to ride you into battle."
Keith | Ota (will match your format)
As one approaches a fence for a corral in the fall section of the island, a bunch of animals is streaming steadily into the pen in front of them. A massive shaggy blue wolf with glowing markings guides them inside. Overseeing the process is a tall man with a scar on one side of his face. He steps forward and guides any animal that doesn't obey the beast with his own hands.
Keith puts his hands into his pockets and leans against the open gate of the corral with the air of a person set on their task. "Of all the islands this is the one we needed back most." He looks up at whoever is nearby and jerks his thumb. "Hey, come over here. It will go a lot faster with your help."
Or they can stay where they are. It doesn't matter to him. He turns from them to kneel down and usher another critter into the pen. "Not that way, this way. It's time to go inside, okay?"
Fruits of our labors
Keith stares into the sky and sighs heavily. "I told you not to." He fiddles with the maple glazed donut and then looks back up. "I don't know when it will wear off but try not to touch anything else?" There's a helpful sounding whistle from his shoulder where a reddish-orange bird of prey is perched. He strokes the bird's beak with a soft. "You're not helping. You snatched that butternut squash thing out of my hands and I still don't know what it did to you."
Ember, the affected phoenix spreads out a wing over the back of Keith's black hoodie as if patting his back and preens his hair. "...yeah I won't touch that stuff." Keith mutters to himself and glances up at the blue wolf hovering in the air and looking put out. "Think you can come back down or do you need some help?"
A whine. He pinches the bridge of his nose and stuffs the donut into his face. Unknown to him, he begins to glow as he reaches up to pull at the beast in the air. "You get any bigger and I'll be able to ride you into battle."
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