your love's a drag, but I need it so bad

ooc. set before The Thread

The cool embrace of the cavern, shelter from the rain outside, was more than welcome. It was coming down in sheets, and the male was drenched. Dark pelt clinging to his svelte form, he could easily be mistaken for a monster in the dark. A jumble of bones, haplessly strewn together to make a semblance of a wolf. Gilded features were screwed up in disgust as he shook the water from his pelt. He had not been intending to get caught out in the rain today. Each patter of a droplet striking the stone around him was amplified, and seemed to echo onwards forever.

However, fortune may well have smiled upon him this day. A cave was often home to his favourite wares. Deadly fungi or poisonous amphibians. Sometimes a serpent or two. This would be the perfect place to begin his collection of new wares that he could begin to trade. The pitch dark also offered with it a chance to reach out to the spirits, and gather prophecies. Settling with his left hip and shoulder against the wall, back to the cavern's mouth, he closed his eyes. One breath in, one breath out, and again until he felt himself begin to feel that familiar strangeness. The disconnect from his physical form. The fuzziness in his toes signalled the beginning of his trance.

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