OOC: Kewl!
IC: Cliffs foray into the attic had remained uneventful. So, he decided to leave here for now.
He gnawed away his webbing and crawled out quietly, out the hole into the roof. He climbed back down his web, now covered in droplets of water.
He then reached the ground. he looked around. The main town may be a better destination. But then he looked up towards the forest. Smoke was rising. He knew what that meant. Poachers.
If they weren't there, maybe he'd steal something. Even if they were there, he might. He was a large enough Paramite to worry them aplenty, maybe enough time to get away if they had too many rifles. He didn't like guns at all. Nasty things.
So, he decided to head into the forest. he walked a while. Suddenly, he heard a quiet, mass of footsteps up ahead. So, he went deeper into foliage and went closer. He looked up, and saw a bunch of Paramites, almost as large as himself, leaping through the trees. Maybe they were fleeing from the poachers? he was about to ask, when he remembered an incident that happened once a while ago, when he'd encountered other Paramites. They hadn't been able to communicate. But he had been able to communicate with the bipedal species that generally wandered around, apart from Elums. He didn't want to get in another awkward mix up. Watching them again, they weren't going fast enough to be fleeing. He then saw, on the ground, a Mudokon and an Elum, which was evidently his steed. They walked by. Maybe they were headed to town? He noted the Mudokon's small bag. So he climbed up into the tree's himself and followed slowly, to see what they would do...
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