answer the following questions:
How were the animals before the jackal entered the forest? Pick out the words
which describe their mood.
Answers
Answer:
The jackal mood is very badly straingely
Answer:
Explanation:
The night in Gothenburg shrouded the city in a blanket of diamond blue sky and the emerging new moon. While the citizens slept soundly through the night or went about their late-night activities, a lone figure walked about along the length of the Älvsborgsbron bridge. The figure was a rather tall person even for local standards with a 7 feet stature who wore a black hood over his head. The piece of clothing seems to conform a bit tightly to his body with signs of tear starting to show in the form of stiff walking. If one looks down, one could see that this person didn’t wear pants. He instead had a wolf tail hanging down and his legs appeared to look rather muscly with what could be armor plates on them.
As he walked towards the middle of the bridge, he stopped, and took a look at the city’s port, seeing a ship, in particular, leaving port. The hull was unmistakably part of a hydrofoil styled cruise ship with its aqua blue paint color while the upper deck and bridge areas of the ship appeared to be that of a research ship with sonar on the bowl, radar mast, submersible on the rear deck and a helipad. On the board sides of the ship bear its name, “Calypso”. The vessel plows forward cutting its way through the waves as it went out to the open sea.
At this point the figure made a sudden move, he timed for when the vessel was about to pass through the bridge he was on and tied a bungee cord on the bridge’s railing. He made a running start and jumped backflipping over the railing and glass wall of the bridge. He came down on the bowl of the ship with a thud and crackling clank sound of metals meeting one another. His body assumes a kneeling pose before raising his head and torso upright revealing his true form to be an anthro robot wolf.
This robot wolf has a jet black chassis with amber red LED optics and a Herculean physique sporting rolling biceps, a muscular pectoral perfection, and six-packs on his abs. His limbs are wolf-like with claws and paw pads, his armor plates appeared to give off the visage of an ancient Greek bronze cuirass (Breastplate armor). Complete with oval nut shaped pauldrons, gauntlets on his wrists, and greaves for his legs as well as knee and elbow pads for maximum protection and optimal mobility.
He ducked behind an anchor winch on the top deck and crouch down for a moment to collect his thoughts and tapped his right ear. The radio dialing brought up a video call on his augmented reality HUD showing him a window of an anthro robot falcon sporting matching jet black armor and sun gold highlights and panels running along with his head and body.
“Belisarius here, I’m aboard the Calypso.” the wolf said in an even tone. “Excellent work Beli looks like those months of training pay off after all. How is the robot body treating you, Emperor Linus?” The robot falcon asked half-jokingly and chuckled with his video ID tag read “Horus”. “Nine months of live exercises and those… dreamlike reality things...” Belisarius paused for a second. “Virtual reality training. Call them VR if it makes you feel better. Anyway, let’s go over your equipment and mission objectives.”
Belisarius nodded to Horus’s instruction as he then looked down at his right thigh, on his HUD he had a radial screen showing him first a pistol and a gladius. When the pistol was highlighted first the thigh compartment panels and flaps opened up revealing a holster to slide out allowing him to reach down and grab the pistol by its grip and pull it up, twirled it in his hand before aiming down its sight.
“Alright, you got a USP.45. Make sure the suppressor is mounted otherwise you risk bringing the whole ship down on you.” Horus reminded Belisarius as the wolf opened his left thigh compartment and picked up his suppressor and mounted it on the weapon’s muzzle and checked the laser attachment mounted under the barrel. Belisarius then placed the weapon into its holster and pulled up the gladius by its hilt and held it up to inspect the blade’s length.
The weapon glows a radiant ion light around its sharp metal length. “You have to bring this along?” Horus asked with an audible sigh prompting Belisarius to make a stiff smirk on his metal face. “Of course, a legionnaire must have a gladius. It could come in handy.” Belisarius replied before putting the blade back into the holster and closing his right thigh back in.