flat laid palms & sweet nothings
invitation to the underground market!
Arguably one of the furthest points on his journey, it had only seemed smartest to start here. The scouts had been working overtime searching for the limits of where he might be able to go and offer up an invitation to the local regency. This pack seemed to sit on the boundary of where he could safely travel and still return to their landing site within a few weeks. He intended to follow the boundary line of packs that seemed to hold a line along the southern edge of the continent, with only a gap to pass through to the southern continent. Grasses that were certainly taller than he was waved softly in the gentle fall breeze, cool air tickling through the silken tresses of his coat. Before departing, he had been warned of the penalties for dallying too long on his excursion. They were not something the young man was eager to partake in, and so he was making certain to be aware of his time spent with each pack. Having settled himself within a respectful distance of a recent border marker, the wraith let loose a sonorous summons for the pack's leader. Whether any high ranking members would elect to answer was of little consequence, so long as his message was passed along. Slender limbs folded as the onyx male reclined gently upon his haunches, brimstone gaze roving over the soft waves of the moving grasses. They weren't unlike the sea, and he found himself getting lost in the steady, rhythmic undulations. ooc. Absinthe is here to offer you an invitation to the Underground Market happening for the month of August! Anyone is welcome to drop in here and harass him, and if you have questions feel free to DM me on Discord! STEP IN LINE, EVERYTHING WILL BE JUST FINE |