The day was only getting started with the morning sun shining by a few puffy white clouds that were floating through the blue sky. If the clouds had bothered to look down below them, they would have seen a lone luperci making his way around the various hulks of jet planes that stood empty and alone on the airport tarmac. That lone wolf which called himself Ibycus, preferred his optime form, especially when investigating some old human contrivance or building.
With his bag slung over his shoulder, Ibycus slowly weaved around the various planes as he looked at them. One never knew if they might find something of use when poking about the technological wonders that the humans had built before their demise. He knew about the airplanes, had seen some from a distance and read about them in books, but never had the opportunity to look at them up close or poke about in them. Then, when he came across the airport yesterday, he decided to stay there for a few days or so and take a good look around.
He spent some time just looking around at the planes and various bits of equipment that was parked in between them. On occasion, he looked up into the wheel wells and scared a few birds that were still nesting up among the wiring and tubing that lined the wells. There were also various trucks that had storage compartments aplenty that he poked around in, frightening the occasional mouse.
With some effort, he managed to maneuver a ladder under the door of one of the planes which he sat down next to and rested, catching his breath. When he had sufficient breath caught, he clambered up the ladder. It took him some figuring out, but he managed to open the door and entered into the plane. He looked around him at all the seats, wrinkled his nose at the musty and urine odors that wafted around and started up the isle.
He made his way to the front opening some of the baggage bins as he went. He rummaged around through some of the cupboards that had, at one time, stored food for the humans that used the plane. Reaching the front of the plane, he squeezed into the cockpit and stared with wonder at all the gauges and knobs and switches. He could not figure out how humans could keep track of so much. Removing his pack, he wormed his way into a chair and sat down, randomly flicking switches and twirling knobs, and moved the steering control pretending for the moment that he could fly the machine.
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