a real mastermind, a genius of some kind
10-12-2015, 07:47 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-12-2015, 07:54 PM by Cesar.)
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So far, most of what he had seen had been dry and dry and dry. There weren’t many plants – only prickly ones that weren’t any good for sniffing (which he had discovered at his own expense). The ground was either hard and cracked, or sandy and a task to walk across. There was little shade around, but the heat was balanced between the fullness of the sun and the changing of the season. But still, he didn’t dislike it. It was just kinda boring. And so he had decided (vaguely, so as to avoid the complete embarrassment of defeat when he inevitably got lost) that he would try and get out of here.
By some miracle, his aimless wanderings had led him and his friend to the outskirts of the desert. There were trees and grasses. ”Aaalriiight,” he crooned shrilly. He loved grass. Being short had its advantages there; he could slither and scuttle, and no one could see him! With all the noise, it made for bad sneaking, but great suspense! His energy soared in the new terrain, and he darted this way and that until nearly falling into some kind of gorge. He shrieked, stumbling to a halt centimeters from a sheer drop. He panted, clinging to the ground. A few moments after he had gathered himself, he peered down. ”Ooh, deep,” he said, a lamenting note in his voice as he thought about how silly it would have been to have fallen. Yikes.
Blades of grass clung to the edge as he did, golden stalks bent in contemplation and debate. Thin, knobby roots poked out of the dirt wall a little ways down. At the bottom, there were rocks and grass and plants and probably other things he couldn’t see. This was perfectly interesting. A messy smile split across his face and he stood, turning to seek Brutus. ”Look. Maybe someone’s died in here,” he suggested plainly. A devious thought grinned in his head, blackened and foul. And if no one had, maybe they could get some fool to fall!
If anyone else wants to join, please wait until Brutus posts first c: Thanks
So far, most of what he had seen had been dry and dry and dry. There weren’t many plants – only prickly ones that weren’t any good for sniffing (which he had discovered at his own expense). The ground was either hard and cracked, or sandy and a task to walk across. There was little shade around, but the heat was balanced between the fullness of the sun and the changing of the season. But still, he didn’t dislike it. It was just kinda boring. And so he had decided (vaguely, so as to avoid the complete embarrassment of defeat when he inevitably got lost) that he would try and get out of here.
By some miracle, his aimless wanderings had led him and his friend to the outskirts of the desert. There were trees and grasses. ”Aaalriiight,” he crooned shrilly. He loved grass. Being short had its advantages there; he could slither and scuttle, and no one could see him! With all the noise, it made for bad sneaking, but great suspense! His energy soared in the new terrain, and he darted this way and that until nearly falling into some kind of gorge. He shrieked, stumbling to a halt centimeters from a sheer drop. He panted, clinging to the ground. A few moments after he had gathered himself, he peered down. ”Ooh, deep,” he said, a lamenting note in his voice as he thought about how silly it would have been to have fallen. Yikes.
Blades of grass clung to the edge as he did, golden stalks bent in contemplation and debate. Thin, knobby roots poked out of the dirt wall a little ways down. At the bottom, there were rocks and grass and plants and probably other things he couldn’t see. This was perfectly interesting. A messy smile split across his face and he stood, turning to seek Brutus. ”Look. Maybe someone’s died in here,” he suggested plainly. A devious thought grinned in his head, blackened and foul. And if no one had, maybe they could get some fool to fall!
*Cesar's antics can quickly turn from innocent to hostile.