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Homemade horseradish is about twice as strong as store-bought. (CHAOS WEEK) - Horse Radish - 05-24-2021 When the spring rolls in, with it comes an ancient creature. It sleeps below the surface of a mound of freshly turned earth, sinking tendrils of its dripping roots past rock and fossil alike. Buried, but for a mane of dark, oval leaves that sprout up from that same mound and spread themselves wide for the love of their sun god and photosynthesis alike. It grumbles in its slumber, black earth bubbling on the mounds surface where its nose would be, one foot below, as though a team of ants are carving out a home that they will cherish for eons to come. Those who would disturb it will learn the true meaning of regret. RE: Homemade horseradish is about twice as strong as store-bought. (CHAOS WEEK) - Ophanim - 05-24-2021 When the spring rolls in, he rolls out. Of Silver Cove, that is. And only for today, he has thirty chicks to come home to. He uses his thin talons to occasionally paw at the dirt patches of the meadow in search of seeds. Or rocks, he isn’t picky. Either will fill his belly just fine despite what Starhen says. When the dirt proves to be as barren as his beloved wife isn’t, he moves on to new things to peck and pick at. The tall meadow grasses are fine but flavorless, for the most part. Pollophie gives a few clucks and cranes his neck in search of his star-speckled lady. “Ba-gokgok?” he asks before clipping another bite of grass with his beak. He is distracted by a grumbling before their conversation can carry on further, though. “Oh what the hell was that?” he whispers in a nervous hiss. The wide-eyed rooster struts up to the strange waves of grass that form the horse radish’s mane. He tilts his head this way and that so his comb fidgets from side to side. Then, so quick his love wouldn’t have time to persuade him otherwise, he takes an exploratory peck of the radish’s foliage. Interesting! He quickly gobbles a few more bites like the birdbrain he is. @[Starsin] RE: Homemade horseradish is about twice as strong as store-bought. (CHAOS WEEK) - Florian - 05-25-2021 RE: Homemade horseradish is about twice as strong as store-bought. (CHAOS WEEK) - Starsin - 05-25-2021 and let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain. starhen it’s not like me to be so mean. you’re all I wanted. RE: Homemade horseradish is about twice as strong as store-bought. (CHAOS WEEK) - Horse Radish - 05-26-2021 At first they are lucky. The creature snores, peaceful in its slumber, as the first chicken waddles across the mound of earth. There is only a small tremor, the blanched skin along its back rolling beneath the soil when a scrap of its mane is snatched, greedily, between the blunt edges of a yellow beak. It adjusts, lazily, and the mound barely shifts as the creature finds comfort quickly again. A second, low grumble, bubbles up through the dirt, but the soft snores resume, even as an off-season gourd rolls to a stop beside the hill of its earthy nest. Such luck. For a moment. A third chicken arrives then, ruffling its feathers and shrieking in the shrill way that only nagging women can, and it’s this frivolous interruption that finally coaxes the creature's black eyes open. A third, low groan bubbles from its throat as it rises like an elderly man from a rocking chair; slowly, with the audible creaking of its aching joints likely uncomfortable for everyone. It yawns, sleepily, a beet red tongue lolling out between its toothless white gums as it shakes the remaining soil from its waxy, crackled back and stands to tower, eleven hands high, above the poultry and vegetation that had so abruptly aligned before it. In the next, strangely swift, moment it lowers its great radish head before the three and inhales deeply in examination before exhaling remnants of soil, snot, and the occasional earthworm inches from their faces, and gourd shells. It wonders what to do with them, but first it will let them speak. |