02-20-2009, 09:54 PM
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..Sir Toodles..I loves it. XD Jasper had emerged from the basement of the house quite early that morning, long before the sun had risen and before anyone else in Inferni might have been up and around. He had found that it was the safest time to get himself out of the house and, so long as he stayed hidden in the trees and random brush, that it would be easier for him to stay out. He hadn't chanced leaving the lands since he had arrived, afraid that someone might find him crossing back into the borders and attack him, but his love for cooking had been what persuaded him to leave. He'd been gone for a good portion of the day, rummaging through houses in the human city to collect pots and pans, anything that he could use to cook, packing them all up in a box to carry back to Inferni. He had been on his way through the trees of Inferni, box in arms, when he heard the quiet racket not all that far away. He set the box aside, telling himself it would only be for a few moments, but when he traveled farther through the trees and caught sight of the creature, all he could do was stand and watch. Jasper had remained silent the whole time that she rustled through the trees, even as she attached the metal strip to the ropes, excited by his own recognition of what she had been doing. He could remember a swing from his childhood, in a place not to far away from where they had lived, held up by rusted chains that were fastened to a thick strip of rubber. Despite all of that, though, Jasper found himself in a dilemma when her attempts to use the swing had failed. He knew what to do, how to work it, and yet she didn't seem to know. She was small though, didn't seem threatening, even to Jasper, and after a few moments of silent arguing, he stepped out of the trees and toward the female. "P..Push on the ground with your feet." He said finally, nervous and quiet, ready to run at any sign of troubles. |