03-27-2022, 12:27 AM
Blackjack's first night in the Pitt was one he had hardly remembered, for his cautious curiosity of his new habitat was far overpowered by his desperate need for rest. That evening was spent scaling a decently tall tree amidst the few still standing in the sparse, burnt jungle and then promptly passing out in it, limbs dangling carelessly from the thick, powerful branch that he slept on.
The next day he had spent searching for a more suitable home in the remains of the jungle, something a little more comfortable than an exposed tree branch. Taking refuge in the cave system was also an option, but he felt that many would have opted to take residence there already, and he valued his privacy a considerable amount, driving him deeper into what was left of the jungle, where there were still a few tall trees lingering, along with the remnants of...a treehouse? Yes, a home above ground, ruined by the forces of Mother Nature (at least, that was Jackie's thought process) but much of the skeleton of its structure still standing. There was already enough of its base to reside in — making it comfortable, however, would be a process that would take most of the day.
The horned jaguar had once again enlisted the assistance of his all-seeing companion Oscuro, who hovered above prospective pieces of wood and other vital materials for the treehouse until Blackjack picked them up and incorporated them into the structure of the house, repairing holes in the walls and patches in the roof. He was no handyman nor a master of any crafting trade, so the process of trial and error proved essential in his mission. His paws would be sliced and covered with many a splinter as a result of his ambitious project, and once the essential repairs were done to this house, he spent the remaining time he had in the sunlight removing the sharp chips of wood from himself, yanking them out and tossing them aside unceremoniously.
By the evening the treehouse looked better than it did before Blackjack had designated it his own. There were many things about the home that compelled him to make his decision: a wooden perch in the corner with enough space for a spacious nest for Oscuro, its respectable distance from the rest of the Pittian homes, and its considerably tall height — he preferred to stay on high ground, after all, and the treehouse's position on the jungle canopy gave him quite the tremendous view of the territory from his location.
With the sun retreating and the moon now illuminating the sky, Blackjack was finishing up his renovations to his new home. Its interior was more or less empty still, devoid of any character due to the lack of decorating. Not that he had any time to, anyway, but that would be a project for another time. For now he would bask in the glory of his work, drinking in the landscape of the desert in the distance as seen from his home. It was quiet, peaceful, beautiful.
[member=18043]JORMUNGAND[/member]
The next day he had spent searching for a more suitable home in the remains of the jungle, something a little more comfortable than an exposed tree branch. Taking refuge in the cave system was also an option, but he felt that many would have opted to take residence there already, and he valued his privacy a considerable amount, driving him deeper into what was left of the jungle, where there were still a few tall trees lingering, along with the remnants of...a treehouse? Yes, a home above ground, ruined by the forces of Mother Nature (at least, that was Jackie's thought process) but much of the skeleton of its structure still standing. There was already enough of its base to reside in — making it comfortable, however, would be a process that would take most of the day.
The horned jaguar had once again enlisted the assistance of his all-seeing companion Oscuro, who hovered above prospective pieces of wood and other vital materials for the treehouse until Blackjack picked them up and incorporated them into the structure of the house, repairing holes in the walls and patches in the roof. He was no handyman nor a master of any crafting trade, so the process of trial and error proved essential in his mission. His paws would be sliced and covered with many a splinter as a result of his ambitious project, and once the essential repairs were done to this house, he spent the remaining time he had in the sunlight removing the sharp chips of wood from himself, yanking them out and tossing them aside unceremoniously.
By the evening the treehouse looked better than it did before Blackjack had designated it his own. There were many things about the home that compelled him to make his decision: a wooden perch in the corner with enough space for a spacious nest for Oscuro, its respectable distance from the rest of the Pittian homes, and its considerably tall height — he preferred to stay on high ground, after all, and the treehouse's position on the jungle canopy gave him quite the tremendous view of the territory from his location.
With the sun retreating and the moon now illuminating the sky, Blackjack was finishing up his renovations to his new home. Its interior was more or less empty still, devoid of any character due to the lack of decorating. Not that he had any time to, anyway, but that would be a project for another time. For now he would bask in the glory of his work, drinking in the landscape of the desert in the distance as seen from his home. It was quiet, peaceful, beautiful.
[member=18043]JORMUNGAND[/member]
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