Overtime
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With each step he took, it was almost as if he were reaching out for something. Head hung low while eyes watched the ground it walked on. The cooling breeze that swept by was refreshing. It didn’t take much to know that a cooling season was floating around. Perfect. Although a higher degree wouldn’t bother him much, he still had no liking to it. Lifting his head up to see where his paws had led him, he looked up at the sky as the day was still young. Eyes were then brought down to see what they could dish out of the bits of grass that made this area their home. Something was here. Some things were here. With a flick of his tail, he turned to his right and brought his head back down to the ground. His nose sniffed the ground to steal any scents hiding within the grass. There were some scents. Scents of what he could only assume had belong to whatever soul came here before his own. Exploring was certainly an objective he wanted to do now. Only orbs could tell him when and where to take an interest at. Most of this area did hold some interest. To try and find this state of absorption, he picked back up his steps and continued to roam the area. This object. Many of these objects. Most of them had been passed over by him but one made him stop by the touch of his left paw. Nose shifted over to sniff his paw that made contact with the object before moving to catch what smell might hang around the object. A hum then escaped from him as he plopped down into a sit. "Étrange mais familier." Accented words trickled out of his maw in saying of something uncertain. Was it something he has seen before or perhaps his mind decided now was the time to mess around. Either way a sign could only be used to express such uncertainty. Hmm... A little game couldn't hurt. Nothing for him to right now as of yet. He wondered how many of these he could find. The problem to this was how to keep up with what he tracked out. That was a problem to be solved later. Pushing himself back up to all fours, he did his best to remember the starting point of this before leaving it. Bowing down, his bushy tail lightly swayed with the oncoming breeze and his head rested on his front paws. He was in a sort of countdown. Grey and sapling legs were ready to spring off and so were eyes ready to play seek and find. Time would only tell what fun could be had from this or unfold from it. |