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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 7:16 pm
House of Mr. and Mrs. Beaver
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 2:42 pm
Night_Creation House of Mr. and Mrs. Beaver Mr. Beaver waddled into his dam, sighing at the damages made by the wolves. "Bloody wolves. Destroyed out house...and we were nearly finished with the renovations..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 10:38 pm
*Walks around, occasionally touching something and making awed comments* "Oh my! This is the vase that The Four presented the Beavers on their anniversary!" *reaches to touch it and pushes it off the table* eek sweatdrop "Oh... my."
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 6:04 pm
(Hello, i posted on my role playing profile that my house was the river that the beavers built their dam on, is that ok?)
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 2:34 pm
My mother leans on the bank of the river and peers into the windows of the Beaver house, so she dives back into the waters, and drifts down to me. She then says,
"Oh, the poor dears. Adrian, why don't you go and help them re-do their home, you know that ours would not be here if it was not for them, my river would just be running loose, with no walls to keep me in one place!".
I sigh, and stare at my mom. Though with an oppressive look, she wins the battle. So I get up and slowly swim up to the surface. Feeling the warmth of its rays, i start to feel even sleepier.
When I finally get to the surface, I go back down a little, then swim back up very fast, and jump up onto the bank. Here, I inch myself up further onto the bank, my tail fin being limp and useless, I try rolling over to a bush, though it fails to get me any-were. So I sit up, my tail in the water, and I decide to change, I get as far from the water as I can, and all of the sudden, my tail seems as if its sweeting. It then falls apart in clumps of water that roll off my legs that are underneath. Untill my whole tail part, and fins on my arms, is off my body.
I then get up and sprint to the bush, being nude. I dive into it, and come out in my human state, with my shorts and shirt on. I sigh, and then walk up to the little house. I then softly knock on the door, and say "Hello? Mr. Beaver? Mrs. Beaver?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 4:11 pm
"Huh?" Mr. Beaver hears something. Did someone come to visit? Aw, their house wasn't finished with the repairs and everything was just a bloody mess. Now wasn't the time for someone to come in; it made them look lazy.
"Hello?" The beaver waddled twords the noise, searching for his guest.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 4:18 pm
"Hello, its me Adrian, from the river 'next door', may I come in and help you fix up your home?", I say making sure the "next door" was sounded out silly-ish, my mother and I living in the river next to the house, my mothers scowling look pops into my head, so I straighten up quickly.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 4:42 pm
Oh, well this was nice of him! "Oh sure! The wolves certainly made a mess, so prepare to spend the whole day here." Mr. Beaver gave him a little warning as he started to sweep up some twigs with his tail. So much to do, so little time.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 5:04 pm
Well, now that I had thought of it, I really had nothing better to do, so I might as well make something of myself, so I say,
"Well, I dont suppose it would bother me much",
I say busying myself with picking up chairs, so I say,
"What if we put the furniture outside, so that way we can clean up all the broken glass, and sweep up any other little pieces outside?"
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2009 11:03 am
"That sounds like a good idea." Mr. Beaver said as he picked up the table. "Be careful, mate. There's a lot of glass around...Bloody wolves."
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2009 4:53 pm
"I will", I say starting going to the door, I then prop it open with a chair to make sure it does not close it from the wind. I then start moving the other chairs outside in a neat line. Ducking every time I have to go through the door, though here and there I dodge my toes from shards of glass.
"May I get a broom? We can sweep it into a pile so that we make sure we do not cut our feet."
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2009 5:05 pm
"Of course!" Mr. Beaver answers. "I'm afraid Mrs. Beaver has run off with it somewhere...but maybe a branch or twig will do?"
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 2:20 pm
At first I go to go back outside agian to find a twig or branch, but my face brightens up from a though, then I snap my fingers and say,
"What about water? As a river nymph I can bend water in my human form. I promise to not get your whole house wet if you will let me sweep with water....."
I say almost bouncing with excitment, water bending was one of the few things I rarely did, my mother teaching me it for defencise purposes, though how hard would it be to use it for a broom?
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 10:25 pm
"Oh!" Mr. Beaver exclaimed. "A river nymph? I've never seen what one can do...please, be my guest!" He said, giving the nymph room.
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