03-10-2009, 04:20 PM
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The usual patrolling had him on his feet as always, limping this way and that as if the art of three-legged movement was some sort of thing he'd mastered. Truth be told, there was no particular reason he hadn't shifted: two legs would have enabled speed and enough agility to finish his walk quickly and take something back to Addison... both of which he was incapable of running around on three legs. Jefferson considered his stride to be some sort of nature walk, some sort of means for relaxation... his nerves will still getting the best of him, and the one-eyed brute had yet to find a single, easy method to calm himself at any given circumstance.
Somewhere along the way, Jefferson not only stepped on a twig and snapped it, but also managed to earn the sharp end of the branch in the base of the pad of his foreleg--at which point the idiot doubled back and swore ten times over. He was sure to crush the offending branch before continuing on, though his stride did not limp much further--a silhouette fell into his view, and the one-eyed brute sighed when it was recognized, affirmed only by the whimsical words that crept out of her mouth.
After last time, he hardly had any intention to stay. "Too damn cold," he muttered beneath his breath, choosing to spare her a greeting... For all he knew, the girl would follow him around again, and that was the last thing he wanted.