In his time within the lands of Bleeding Souls, Jasper had learned many a thing. One thing, and the biggest in his mind, was how much family that he learned he had. Naniko had been the first, though only related through a long line of twists and turns, they were still related. His vast amount of siblings had been next, which his father had confirmed weeks ago. Jasper, the boy who was convinced that his family hated him, still couldn't keep his curiosity about them at bay. Often he wondered about his siblings, where they were and what they were doing and, now, these new ones, or old rather, he wondered what they were like. Such thoughts led Jasper to the only place he could think of. The Haunted Wood. Sure, he could've gone to Inferni to inquire with Gabriel about them, but something told him that wouldn't have gone over very well. The sandy colored male made his way slowly through the maze of trees, ears laid back tightly against his head. The whole place was eerie and, even being as silent as he could, he was almost certain that he could hear whispering from the trees. Not just in one place though. All over. |