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theroleplaybin2019-12-02 08:28 pm
beingthecreature) wrote in theroleplaybin2019-12-02 08:28 pm
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That's my family tree, no bad vibes just good energy
Chris lay on his belly in the snow, the cold not even bothering him; benefits of having such a higher body heat, besides all the... multiple drawbacks. He did have to wear a light coat and a pair of pants, but it was less than the layers most people had to don.
At the moment though, he wasn't thinking about the snow, or the winter wind that blew through every now and again. No, he was watching a bird feeder set up near the edge of the woods, a binocular up to his face and elbows braced in the snow.
"Alright buddy, come on..." A soft whisper to himself. There were a few lunchers that flitted in and out, each of them watched carefully by the incubus, but none of them were the one he wanted. Then something else attracted his attention- admittedly, more that it scared all the birds away than the sound itself drew his attention. Lowering the binoculars he looked up and around, at which point his brain processed what it'd picked up even if he hadn't been listening: someone, or something, crashing down into the snow a few feet away.
"Hello...?" Maybe a bobcat had missed a jump for its own lunch, although he didn't hear any bobcat growls. Pocketing the binoculars as he stood up, he brushed off the snow and sought out just what had caused the sound.
At the moment though, he wasn't thinking about the snow, or the winter wind that blew through every now and again. No, he was watching a bird feeder set up near the edge of the woods, a binocular up to his face and elbows braced in the snow.
"Alright buddy, come on..." A soft whisper to himself. There were a few lunchers that flitted in and out, each of them watched carefully by the incubus, but none of them were the one he wanted. Then something else attracted his attention- admittedly, more that it scared all the birds away than the sound itself drew his attention. Lowering the binoculars he looked up and around, at which point his brain processed what it'd picked up even if he hadn't been listening: someone, or something, crashing down into the snow a few feet away.
"Hello...?" Maybe a bobcat had missed a jump for its own lunch, although he didn't hear any bobcat growls. Pocketing the binoculars as he stood up, he brushed off the snow and sought out just what had caused the sound.
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A glint of interest in her eyes, then. "Unique? I'd love to see it!"