ORIGIN - Strings of Fate! Or.... just a rope?

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Renasci

For the love of "PLUCKING FEATHER MUNCHING-!"

whack
whack!
whACK!

and with a special amount of spite-

"WHACK!"

They bring the stone down with a good deal of vitriol.

Renasci

A deep inhale, and they leap up as the fallen tree splits clean open- wings carrying them upright and to the side. After several failures in their attempts, they... honestly had no confidence it would work at all. A better wedge would maybe guarantee better splits in the future, cleaner line... they check the split log over, leaning their cheek on the wood to inspect it.

Hmm. Smells like sap, and they smile faintly at the smile. Good. Using their talons they begin to shave the inside, long, fibrous strands being the goal as they shear the wood and inside of the bark. The current goal... make something stronger than vines, longer, easier... well. Okay. Easier being relative, maybe more... on hand. Than vines.

Their current ideas stand as long strands with stones tied to both ends, to snag fleeing creatures alive by the legs... or possibly make better sheets like the lichen they'd seen small fish and birds get trapped in.

Renasci works away at the log, humming an odd tune that mimics the call of some rainbow birds they'd seen along the way here...

"Now I gotta..." They sit and begin to weave the sap-soaked strips of green inner wood, humming to themselves. First few strips that are around the same length, and they keep at it, melody mimicking the neon rainbow birds they like so much. Hmm. Maybe if they twist them, really, really hard? That might work.

Eyeing some smaller branches, they contemplate using the branches to twist instead of just their hands... and maybe walking with some of them later. Oh, maybe good stuff for a nest as well, if they can find someplace in Leo to live, and if the rope works maybe they can tie the shard of their chrysalis to the end of the stick as well. So many ideas!

"When I speak"
When I think

Fingers slip, they can't get a grip, they lose their temper and shout and throw the strips and attempts... before sighing and getting back at it. Kicking at the tree they felled in some frustration, they aim for the smaller branches to get that satisfying snap they want.

Huh, wait...

This time, they tie the wet wood to the stick they broke off from the tree, and start to twist it...

"When I speak"
When I think

"AH-HAH!" They cheer, and whoop, and generally make a fool of themselves as they shimmy in place. Continuing on, trying their best at replicating the rope, they start to twist weave the rest of their wood strips, using up the pile they shaved before attempting anything else.

"When I speak"
When I think

They'll spend the next number of hours, even a day or two here, testing ropes, making more, slowly hollowing out the tree to make many feet of rope. They tend to wind up in lengths of 5- 7 seven feet, given the height of the tree and the winding of the rope reducing the cords so much, and maybe in the future they'll be able to twist even longer ones. For now, the few dozen ropes are all tied tight on the ends and carefully wrapped around several sticks, and the sticks tied together and strapped across their back like a bag.

"When I speak"
When I think

Eyeing the remnants of the tree they leave behind, they do their best to make a mental note before hiking their bag further up their shoulder and head out, snagging their stone took, and gemstone blade on the way... Hmm. They're hungry...

"When I speak"
When I think

*exit

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