guillotine & a razorblade
you're invited to the Underground Market!
This was a bit of a trek after the short distance between the first two packs on his agenda, though certainly not quite as long a trek as his initial journey south. Here he stood, at the borders of an ancient copse of alabaster woods. Something about it made him uneasy, as though there were eyes peering out from every shadow. Taking a moment of pause, he shook out his dark pelt to ensure the fur lay nicely against the smooth lines of his elegant bodice. First impressions were critical, and if he made a poor one Augustus would take it out on his hide when he returned. Rolling out the taut muscles of his shoulders, the tension and strain that came from long days of travel eased off somewhat. A soft inhale, exhale, inhale again. Just as his mother had taught him, in his early days. A sonorous howl escaped onyx jaws, a call that requested an audience, but made no demands. Tall auds caught the last traces of it echoing through the trees, and he found himself alone with his duties once more. Today he opted to remain standing at the borders, and await whomever might arrive to greet him. The scents that crisscrossed the border were plentiful, and he sensed he would likely not be kept waiting for long. Charcoal tipped banner swept idly against slim heels, brimstone gaze tracing the patterns of the bleached vines that hung from the boughs overhead. He thought he noticed an odd bird staring at him, but it was gone when he looked again. ooc. Absinthe is here to tell you about the underground market! Shoot me a DM on discord if you have questions, and also feel free to ignore him if you don't wanna participate! Alternately telling him to go away will be equally acceptable STEP IN LINE, EVERYTHING WILL BE JUST FINE |