05-03-2009, 07:52 PM
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The young man, despite being two and a half years old now, had never lost his childish tendancies. No matter the things that he had been through, the hardships in his life, and how much he had grown (whether he knew it or not) there was still a child inside of him that would not leave. It was most apparent now, as the sandy colored male moved beneath the earliest signs of morning light, pulling along a little red wagon behind him. He'd had the small wagon for ages, ever since he was small, and the signs of it's life were now showing. Rusted and hardly even what he would call red anymore, and no matter how much he had fiddled with it, the wheels of the little red wagon still creaked and groaned as they turned. The horrid sounds that it made and the struggles to get it to move didn't matter to Jasper though. He couldn't get rid of it. Wouldn't. It had been a constant in his life for quite some time now.
Unfortunately for the young Inferni male, his glee over the warm weather and being able to drag his wagon out once more had over taken his paranoia. He didn't go out often for fear of what he would find, or what might find him, but the thought of warm weather and spring flowers made staying inside so hard. He'd passed over the Dahlia de Mai borders some time ago, wandering deeper and deeper into the lands, seemingly without a care. He hadn't visited the other packs of the area, all he had ever known was Esper Hollow and now Inferni, which meant he didn't quite know where they were located. The lack of a working nose only made it worse, unaware of the borders that he had crossed some time ago, of the fact that he only wandered deeper and deeper into potential trouble. The place seemed quiet enough though, empty, and the thought of the place belonging to a pack never once crossed his mind.
The young man, despite being two and a half years old now, had never lost his childish tendancies. No matter the things that he had been through, the hardships in his life, and how much he had grown (whether he knew it or not) there was still a child inside of him that would not leave. It was most apparent now, as the sandy colored male moved beneath the earliest signs of morning light, pulling along a little red wagon behind him. He'd had the small wagon for ages, ever since he was small, and the signs of it's life were now showing. Rusted and hardly even what he would call red anymore, and no matter how much he had fiddled with it, the wheels of the little red wagon still creaked and groaned as they turned. The horrid sounds that it made and the struggles to get it to move didn't matter to Jasper though. He couldn't get rid of it. Wouldn't. It had been a constant in his life for quite some time now.
Unfortunately for the young Inferni male, his glee over the warm weather and being able to drag his wagon out once more had over taken his paranoia. He didn't go out often for fear of what he would find, or what might find him, but the thought of warm weather and spring flowers made staying inside so hard. He'd passed over the Dahlia de Mai borders some time ago, wandering deeper and deeper into the lands, seemingly without a care. He hadn't visited the other packs of the area, all he had ever known was Esper Hollow and now Inferni, which meant he didn't quite know where they were located. The lack of a working nose only made it worse, unaware of the borders that he had crossed some time ago, of the fact that he only wandered deeper and deeper into potential trouble. The place seemed quiet enough though, empty, and the thought of the place belonging to a pack never once crossed his mind.