Reginald squatted, all focused, jumped, grabbed the roof....And started thrashing his legs in the vain attempt of climbing up.RandomGeekNamedBrent wrote:Levi chuckled. "I guess climbing comes a bit more naturally for a cat, but you can probably do it." at this, he ran up to a point where two houses were fairly close together, but not to close. He ran halfway up the wall of the farther house, then pushed off and grabbed on to the roof of the other, then pulled himself up and jumped back to the roof of the other building, pausing to see if Reginald would make it.
A moment later, he lost his grip and fell down on his butt. *hoomph*
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"Why, thank you!" Virgil examined the piece of art. He let out a whistle of admiration. "My my my, girl you got SOME talent here! The archaeologistse will love ya if ye help'em portrayin' dem ruins. Somethin' dey mutter 'bout a UV thing and photosensibility... But what was I sayin'? Oh, yes, the temple!Seth wrote:Dolmen chuckled. "As' him if he wantse to giv' ya som' sugar an' ye'll see." Then Dolmen went back to set up the camp.valerio wrote:Is he now? adrian asked with a grin.
---Esper wrote:Tacite let out a soundless sigh as she gave the picture to Virgil and took out her writing pad, "Wow, what an inspirational scene! who was the statue of? What was the temple for? Is it used for anything today? Is there maintenance done on it to keep it standing?" The ferret let out another sigh, "I am sorry for hounding you so, and that drawing is a gift for you." she smiled brightly, clearly warming up Virgil in the less crowded environment.
"You see, Tacite, there are *four* so-called ruling tribes on this island: the red wolves, the german lycaons, the rabbits...and the cats. Mind me, not dem house kitties you know, but the fiercest and most powerful warriors and shamans of us all." Virgil's tone became serious. "They chose to live separated from us since the tribes moved here from the far lands of Africa, they worked on potent rituals, their prowess in fight was unmatched. Many of the three tribes went to them to learn to be better fighters, the shamans wanted their advice, but rarely, very rarely the cats conceded such.
"Once, though, a shaman learnt...too much, and the result is what you see. Since then, the cats have become wanderers, never establishing on a single territory, never crossing their paths with ours again... Until the humans and their weapons came back and started killing both foes and old friends, forgetting the ancient bond between our species.
"The cats came, then, and took care of the humans, almost driving them back to the sea. Oh, it was such a fine sight, something that many elders still talk about with awe.
"But it changed our fate: the humans saw their error and renewed their friendship annd gave us the blood of their dogs to save us as species."