12-25-2011, 09:36 AM
Being mostly nocturnal, the albino had found a nicely shaded place by the riverside to crawl up in and waste those hours of light snoozing in peace. The long coat was perfect to huddle up in as it offered protection from the wind and the fur that the inside had been lined with made sure that nothing would freeze off. Whilst it probably would not protect against drastic weather that would reach past -20C, up until that it would work quite well with the jackal's own fur assuming a spot could be found that wind would not invade. Plus sleeping at day was better since it was warmer, and the colder temperatures of the night would have less of an impact since moving about.
Silent breathing would continue up to about a few hours before sunset when the albino would wake from peaceful slumber with a shiver, stretch and yawn that finished in a sharp squeak at the end. Even though having slept in random holes for the past several months, body would still disagree and every morning had it’s own ritualistic stretching, groaning and an occasional crackle of bones around neck and ankle. Fur around neck would bristle from the sensation of the morning stretch before wincing at the light. Crude goggles would of course instantly be lowered over eyes to protect them from the bright light of the sun. The main reason why the jackal moved about mostly at night. Those dark glassed goggles were prohibiting sight by quite a lot so would result in drastic decreased precision. For the time being though they would do.
Once having finished the mandatory morning scratches and rolls of jaw, feet would carry over to the edge of the river only to kneel down beside and draw a bit of water between cupped hands. A sigh of relief given at the refreshing water before heading back over to the cover of trees to pick one of the shades near by. There would be no traveling whilst the sun was still up. Besides this was as good of time as any to chew on a strip of dried meat. Seeing as backup provisions were low, for the time being the jackal would simply chew and suckle upon one end of the strip to hopefully rid self of hunger whilst mind was occupied with a piece of branch collected from the near. Seated and reclining against a tree, hands would move towards the edge of the shade to use the light to better see the branch in question and proceed with cutting it into a more useful shape. Probably yet another disfigured face or perhaps a hairpin. Add a bit of humming of a long time ago heard song that managed to bore in deep and you've got the perfect way to kill a few hours.
Silent breathing would continue up to about a few hours before sunset when the albino would wake from peaceful slumber with a shiver, stretch and yawn that finished in a sharp squeak at the end. Even though having slept in random holes for the past several months, body would still disagree and every morning had it’s own ritualistic stretching, groaning and an occasional crackle of bones around neck and ankle. Fur around neck would bristle from the sensation of the morning stretch before wincing at the light. Crude goggles would of course instantly be lowered over eyes to protect them from the bright light of the sun. The main reason why the jackal moved about mostly at night. Those dark glassed goggles were prohibiting sight by quite a lot so would result in drastic decreased precision. For the time being though they would do.
Once having finished the mandatory morning scratches and rolls of jaw, feet would carry over to the edge of the river only to kneel down beside and draw a bit of water between cupped hands. A sigh of relief given at the refreshing water before heading back over to the cover of trees to pick one of the shades near by. There would be no traveling whilst the sun was still up. Besides this was as good of time as any to chew on a strip of dried meat. Seeing as backup provisions were low, for the time being the jackal would simply chew and suckle upon one end of the strip to hopefully rid self of hunger whilst mind was occupied with a piece of branch collected from the near. Seated and reclining against a tree, hands would move towards the edge of the shade to use the light to better see the branch in question and proceed with cutting it into a more useful shape. Probably yet another disfigured face or perhaps a hairpin. Add a bit of humming of a long time ago heard song that managed to bore in deep and you've got the perfect way to kill a few hours.