Yo,ho haul together, hoist the colours high
Wow, lot of excitement today. This, this was much better than the day before. Anker watched as some men clambered into the Gates, who were they? Are they new? They all looked a bit mad, couldn't concern him though, he didn't really know anyone to make mad. Usually it was the other way around.
He sat idly for a young boy, munching as he took in the show. There was a man with wings, another was made of fire. That, that was pretty cool, he might ask him to stay. There was still another, a fellow with things trailing after him, some kind of plant. Odd. A girl was there too, oh, but she soon wandered off out of sight. Last thing he saw was a..a woman he guessed, all spots and dots. She didn't seem like she knew what she was supposed to be doing, at least not like the others did. He thinks nothing of the man who is trying to dig up a tree, not even the one who sets it aflame. Anker didn't know a single thing about the mother tree or its importance, but he did know that he saw that nice man from before-hurtling towards the others.
He had been so still before, simply content to observe, but now things were begining to concern him. Perhaps he should do something, he considers it, almost races to the paints side. Almost. Another man soon comes, and he is telling these men they can have what they want. Come right on in and get it. So he resumes his leisurely stance, stuck somewhere in between action and observation. There is so much going on now, he had wanted some action he thought, but now that he had it- he wasn't so sure. The yearling then decides he will trot off, find his Dam that he so eagerly abandoned, but something else stops him. Don't forget the garden
The what? The garden? The one with all the delicious looking fruit? No, absolutely not, he hadn't even tasted any of it yet. Anker then decides that he must, if the garden was to go then he had to have a bite. Even just one. Lucky for him he is young, he is quick and spry. While everyone else is busy he nabs the nearest morsel, one yet to be spoiled. He doesn't waste time either, he devours the fruit, so ripe and juicy. Juicy. Oh it just filled his mouth right up, gushing out his lips. Delicious. Ah, but the rest, he just couldn't allow them to have the rest. The others, couldn't they see all this perfectly good food? He thinks he is about to get another, just one more succulent morsel, when he begins to expand.
He didn't know what was happening, he thought he might explode. He was much bigger than he usually was. At least as round and heavy as a walrus. Though to make matters worse, he started to roll, bouncing along a bit with his blubbery self. He couldn't stop either, he didn't know where the brakes were in this thing. This thing that was his body. What a shame, because he was headed straight for the big spotted thing, little limbs flailing. "Sorry, sorry!"
Whale x Adorata