04-03-2011, 12:02 AM
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He's stealing books, or something. idek. >.> wc: 465
The puppy had snuck away from his family’s den early that morning, hoping that he could find the exit from the caverns that papa always brought him to. He wanted to play outside, instead of being stuck inside the dark, smelly caves all day. As easily as the boy had adjusted to numerous changes in his short little life, there were times during the last month where he would feel too closed up in the solid walls of the cavern. As the blue-eyed boy awoke that morning, he felt like it would be one of those days. So he skittered away from the still-sleeping forms of his father and sister in search of the exit, the blanket he had been previously curled up on draped across his shoulders like an overly large cape.
Jackson had managed to get as far as just beyond the common room before his relatively short attention span began to work its magic. He knew that the exit would be somewhere past one of this big caves, but he couldn’t remember which one exactly. The boy bumbled through the caves, peering around corners and hoping to find some sign of the exit he had been searching for. Oversized puppy paws carried him into one of the big caverns, finding a room dimly lit by a pair of flickering torches that flanked the entrance. Blue eyes grew wide at the sight before him, and he continued into the unfamiliar room, already beginning to forget his mission for the morning.
Stacks of tomes of various sizes decorated the room before him, some lumped together in unceremonious heaps and others lined together upon makeshift shelves. The boy hadn’t seen anything like the books before, their novelty quickly seizing hold of his attention. He approached one stack of them and began sniffing them eagerly. They were treasures, he decided—treasures he could show off to his sister! Eagerly, the boy grabbed one of the tomes in his jaw, but found it to be cumbersome to carry around. He plopped himself down on the ground to consider his conundrum, his makeshift cape slipping from his shoulders. He frowned at the blanket in thought, and as an idea dawned on him, the frown flipped into an eager grin.
The boy hopped up and began to pile a few of the books on top of his blanket, and when he was satisfied with his horde of treasure, he seized one corner of his blanket in his jaws and began to pull it back the way he had come. The blanket did its job and pulled the books along with him. Jackson noisily backed his way through the caves and into the large common room, the heavy load of his treasure leaving a trail through the dirt behind him.
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HIDE YOUR INNOCENCE BEFORE THEY SEE RIGHT THROUGH
He's stealing books, or something. idek. >.> wc: 465
The puppy had snuck away from his family’s den early that morning, hoping that he could find the exit from the caverns that papa always brought him to. He wanted to play outside, instead of being stuck inside the dark, smelly caves all day. As easily as the boy had adjusted to numerous changes in his short little life, there were times during the last month where he would feel too closed up in the solid walls of the cavern. As the blue-eyed boy awoke that morning, he felt like it would be one of those days. So he skittered away from the still-sleeping forms of his father and sister in search of the exit, the blanket he had been previously curled up on draped across his shoulders like an overly large cape.
Jackson had managed to get as far as just beyond the common room before his relatively short attention span began to work its magic. He knew that the exit would be somewhere past one of this big caves, but he couldn’t remember which one exactly. The boy bumbled through the caves, peering around corners and hoping to find some sign of the exit he had been searching for. Oversized puppy paws carried him into one of the big caverns, finding a room dimly lit by a pair of flickering torches that flanked the entrance. Blue eyes grew wide at the sight before him, and he continued into the unfamiliar room, already beginning to forget his mission for the morning.
Stacks of tomes of various sizes decorated the room before him, some lumped together in unceremonious heaps and others lined together upon makeshift shelves. The boy hadn’t seen anything like the books before, their novelty quickly seizing hold of his attention. He approached one stack of them and began sniffing them eagerly. They were treasures, he decided—treasures he could show off to his sister! Eagerly, the boy grabbed one of the tomes in his jaw, but found it to be cumbersome to carry around. He plopped himself down on the ground to consider his conundrum, his makeshift cape slipping from his shoulders. He frowned at the blanket in thought, and as an idea dawned on him, the frown flipped into an eager grin.
The boy hopped up and began to pile a few of the books on top of his blanket, and when he was satisfied with his horde of treasure, he seized one corner of his blanket in his jaws and began to pull it back the way he had come. The blanket did its job and pulled the books along with him. Jackson noisily backed his way through the caves and into the large common room, the heavy load of his treasure leaving a trail through the dirt behind him.
YOU MUSTN'T DISAPPOINT THEM