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Flick wasn't sure if it was just because she'd come to all the right (or wrong) places, but this was the second strange forest she'd come across. The trees creaked and croaked everytime the wind blew even the tiniest amount, and she nearly feared that some of them would come crashing down on top of her. They were old, those trees, and she wondered just how old they were. Had they been around from the beginning of the earth? Flick doubted that, but she figured it couldn't be too far from the truth. She'd come across an old burnt cabin, and was now poking through things, wondering just what had happened here.
It had clearly been somebody's home at one time, but she could only guess who. Her mother and father had been the only others she'd ever really lived with, and that was almost a year ago that she'd left them to themselves. It wasn't because she hated them or they'd hated her—it had simply been her time to go out in the world and make it on her own. There she crouched, sifting through and picking at the remains of the cabin that had once been somebody's home.
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The days were cold and snowy now, which meant that many people often kept to themselves, staying inside their warm dens for fear that they might die if they got their toes a little cold. For Jasper, though, this was his prime time. It wasn't that blonde male didn't like people, well..he sort of didn't, but he would often just rather be left alone than anything. There was to much bad for him to go out and actively look for people to converse with. Talking often led to stories of the past, which often led to stories of his mother and the family that had all wandered away. Those weren't quite memories that he liked to talk about, let alone thing about.
With the bright red Frisbee in hand, Jasper gave it a quick toss and watched it soar through the woods. He was good a Frisbee, even if he only played the game alone. Running quickly for it, black hair flying back as he went, he stopped and immediately repeated the action. This time, though, it soared right through the half opened door of the cabin ahead. Sighing, a sort of dejected sigh, the young de le Poer male made his way toward the cabin, wasting no time in finding his way inside. "Oh." He said suddenly, stopping abruptly where he'd just entered. "Didn't know someone was here." His voice became quiet then, withdrawn, and out of the corner of his eye he spotted his Frisbee. Would it have been to odd for him to simply grab it and run?
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Something flew in the door and hit the ground, and Flick's first thought was that a bird had crash-landed. A cardinal, no less, by the color she spotted out of the corner of her eye. However, once her eyes focused on the bright red disc, she realized it wasn't a bird at all. To be quite frank, she had no idea what it was. Just as she was about to inspect it, though, somebody came rushing through the door. She froze instantly, wondering if perhaps the disc was a weapon and she'd just been attacked. However, the words that the male spoke weren't filled with hate or rage, so she let herself relax.
But what was she supposed to say to that? She was obviously here, and he knew that (or at least he did now). Is that yours? she asked, pointing to the flat piece of... whatever it was. She was pretty sure she'd never seen anything like that. And just how did it fly? She didn't see any wings, so maybe it was magic. Her father and mother had told her that magic wasn't real, but what else could make something so lifeless fly?
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Two toned eyes moved away from the form of the female nervously, following the direction of where her hand pointed. His gaze easily found the Frisbee and, one hand lifting to scratch uneasily at his ear, he nodded at her in response. "It's my Frisbee." His words came quiet, frowning at himself suddenly. This was what Rusalki had always fussed at him about, the way that he often became quiet and withdrawn, perhaps even seemingly depressed, when around other wolves. Of course, his Russian ghost friend wasn't any other help aside from complaining about it. It wasn't like he could show him how to act, he was a ghost, after all.
The young Luperci moved then, shuffling a few slow steps forward before finally stopping to lean over and grab the Frisbee from the ground. It wasn't a possessive sort of movement, really more cautious than anything. His sister had him paranoid now, having warned him that people in this place would attack for no reason if they wanted to. What warning or odd sort of actions had she given to make him think she was going to harm anyone, though? "I've never seen ya around." He commented then, straightening himself up and taking a few steps back away from her.
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Frisbee? She'd never heard of such a thing. She didn't notice his frown (or even the way he wasn't immediately conversational). Flick was rather quiet herself, often choosing few words over many and not saying anything that didn't have to be said. There wasn't any real reason for that, either. She'd had a normal, happy childhood with love from both of her parents. Perhaps being an only child had something to do with her lack of social tendencies. Nobody had ever berated her for being quiet, so she had never seen any reason to change her ways. Some felt uncomfortable, but she'd taken that as a sign they were uncomfortable with her duo-bloodlines more than anything else.
I just found this place a little bit ago, she replied. She considered asking him who used to live here, but decided against it. The place looked long-deserted, and he couldn't have been older than she was. Instead, she turned her attention to the brightly colored frisbee. How does it work? she asked, again looking at the strange thing. She'd never seen anything like it, and had been fascinated by it from the moment it flew in the door and hit the ground. Although she hoped it really was magic, she still couldn't shake her parents' words that magic didn't exist.
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"Me too." He commented quietly, though it wasn't exactly the truth. He'd lived in Bleeding Souls for a few months now, though he knew so few people and had been to so few places that he still considered himself new to the area. Honestly, he would have rather been in Europe still, but the yearning to see his cousin was more than he could deal with, thus he'd boarded a ship of traders and come to this place. Unfortunately, when he arrived, he soon found that his cousin wasn't here, but he did discover that his half sister and their father had ended up here. Whether that was a good thing or not, though, was still yet to be seen.
"You throw it and then the wind catches underneath it and carries it along like it's flying." There was a little hesitation in his voice as he tried to explain, unsure whether that was really how it worked or not. It was just what he figured. "But if ya throw it the wrong way it'll just fall and roll around on the ground." It had taken him quite a while to figure out how to work the thing properly. For a moment he stared down at the red disc, eyes lifting to stare at the female then. "I could show ya, if ya want?" Shoulders lifted in a slight shrug while one hand motioned faintly toward the door.
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She listened closely as he explained the frisbee, noting the way he seemed to be wary to talk about it. Her eyes lingered over him for a bit longer, noting how he wasn't quite as tall as some of the other wolves she'd met and the slightly odd markings he had. The midnight black tuft of fur that hung over one of his eyes was something she'd seen before, but he pulled off that particular look quite well. As for herself, she kept her hair shorter than most other females, going for something that was easy to take care of. Occasionally she'd whip it up into a fauxhawk, but that was only when she was feeling rather feisty.
Could you? she asked. She had always been curious as to how things worked, and perhaps this would prove that magic did or didn't exist. He said somehow the wind caught it, but that didn't quite make sense to her. The wind didn't have hands, though it did push her from time to time. Perhaps the wind's hands were just invisible. But then, wasn't that magic? Maybe her parents had just meant that you couldn't make thing suddenly appear out of nowhere or read peoples' minds.
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Unfortunately for Jasper, he often didn't take notice of the change in his personality when around other people. Rusalki had been the first to bring it up and, Gods, since then there was no shutting him up about it. Truthfully, though, the only two people that Jasper had been able to trust completely were Rusalki and his sister, Tegan, who he'd lost track of somewhere in Europe. Since then he'd been rather down, seemingly dragging along in life, but he really had no complaints about it. Finally, a moment or two after she'd spoken, Jasper nodded his head, bringing a few fingers to his face to flick away the hair. Moving the hair revealed one of his most prominent features, an almost aqua colored eye, whereas the other was more yellow than anything.
"Alright." He said simply, motioning toward her with one hand as he turned away from her and toward the door. While moving away from her, he took a moment to dust the Frisbee off. It was a precious item, after all, since it was the only one that he'd found thus far. "Sometimes, if yer not careful, when ya throw 'em they can get caught in a tree." He explained, as if an expert at getting them caught in trees. "They're easy to climb up an' get down, but gettin' out of the tree is a whole other story." He'd certainly fallen out of his fair share. Once a few feet away from the cabin, Jasper stopped, turning his head some to wait for her to get near.
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