Jesper
02-08-2020, 07:54 AM
Jesper had not yet figured out what the south's motive was for stealing him. What IS their strategy? He could spend his time here figuring out what they are trying to do. You know, get information in super sly ways. Then again, there is no need to behave as a fox here. There is no need to sport his canine body either. He certainly did not need his dense fur coat. The days are hot with the summer sun baking the land. The menu here is better suited to a horse's stomach as well with a plethora of green forage in comparison to the Isle. Loess also has no trees to sneak between or, through; no shade to hide in; and, dragons flying overhead. His fox skin would be too obvious. He will play out the days here in his equine form, hiding in plain sight.
Another strategy is to annoy the bejesus out of them until they volunteer to let him go. But, that took energy and effort. And, he could not afford to waste any. He needs to conserve and store as much as he can. And, storing is exactly what he is doing currently. His whiskered muzzle outstretches towards the lushest lawn and his incisors work diligently to crop the grass and grind it with his jaw. Jesper's strategy now is to rest and recoup his strength. Maybe, put on a few pounds and fill out a bit.
As he grazes, the black allows his mind to wander. How were Camomila and Jesla faring? He hopes they are not frantic with worry. They are strong woman and, without a doubt, able to keep their home safe. He also ponders where @[Castile] is these days. Did he orchestrate this whole thing? If he is still in charge here, why hadn't he shown his face? Jesper makes no effort to summon the smoky tobiano dragon. No, the black is quite content to continue grazing. Maybe he could eat so much that the residents would be left hungry. As good and devious as that sounds, he would probably get a stomachache before then. His lobes hang limp from his poll as he casually shuffles along, foraging to his stomach's delight.
Another strategy is to annoy the bejesus out of them until they volunteer to let him go. But, that took energy and effort. And, he could not afford to waste any. He needs to conserve and store as much as he can. And, storing is exactly what he is doing currently. His whiskered muzzle outstretches towards the lushest lawn and his incisors work diligently to crop the grass and grind it with his jaw. Jesper's strategy now is to rest and recoup his strength. Maybe, put on a few pounds and fill out a bit.
As he grazes, the black allows his mind to wander. How were Camomila and Jesla faring? He hopes they are not frantic with worry. They are strong woman and, without a doubt, able to keep their home safe. He also ponders where @[Castile] is these days. Did he orchestrate this whole thing? If he is still in charge here, why hadn't he shown his face? Jesper makes no effort to summon the smoky tobiano dragon. No, the black is quite content to continue grazing. Maybe he could eat so much that the residents would be left hungry. As good and devious as that sounds, he would probably get a stomachache before then. His lobes hang limp from his poll as he casually shuffles along, foraging to his stomach's delight.