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Post by lokiwolf on May 15, 2008 12:17:29 GMT -5
Loki crouched by the edge of the propriety, uncertain if it was safe to enter. His stomach made the decision for him, complaining loudly. Carefully, one brown hand crept to the top of the hedge, the other following soon after. Loki tensed, crouched slightly, and then he was sitting atop the hedge, his small, light body alert and balanced as he peered down into the yard, judging the likelihood of food being here. Quietly, after apparently confirming that it was worth the risk, he dropped down to the yard, ears twitching frequently, and approached the door to the structure known to its inhabitants as The House. Oh he could smell it now! Food! Glorious, wonderful food! Trembling with excitement at the prospect of a meal, Loki traced the panels in the door lightly, trying to remember what he knew about how to remove the obstacle keeping him from his goal. His eyes found the doorknob, and a furred hand brushed it cautiously, before fingers wrapped around it, and he pulled it impatiently. The evil door refused to move. After a short yip of frustration, the not-quite-boy trying pushing the handle, bending it, twisting and then pulling, before attempting to twist the handle and push. Unfortunately, by this time, Loki did not really expect the door to open, and as he shoved the door angrily it finally opened with him leaning on it, resulting in him sprawled messily on the (tile? Carpet? Hardwood?) floor.
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