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03-01-2015, 10:45 PM
Oh, he remembered this place. Too cold, and mostly boring. Everything was just snow and ice – except for this place. This big construction, like a weird mountain that punched free from the damnable snow, was interesting. The little beast growled softly at the cold and the snow that clung to his coal nose and patchy fur, and darted over to the glistening mountain. Quickly his frantic pale eyes picked out a point of invasion, different from the smooth sloped sides and all else. Steps, of some sort, maybe. At least, he could go up like that. With hasty, tip-toing motions like those of a rat, he skittered up the cold metal. Nails clicked out a faint, metallic chorus, swept out and stolen into open air by the frigid breeze. The beastling blinked rapidly as he ascended, his eyes drying all too quickly in the cold. When he rose over the last step and blinked again, he would gasp with surprise and delight. ”It’s a giant!” he squealed, his tail lifting and his legs carrying him precisely one hop forward onto more level ground. It was so big! It was gi-mungous! His right ear perked with interest, the left struggling pathetically to reach the same height. He bet he could ride it, if it let him.
*Cesar's antics can quickly turn from innocent to hostile.