Start of something new

Acacius was more than thrilled to be accepted to Medusa's ranks, spending the majority of his time roaming the Dancefloor obsessively as he waited to hear what his official rank would be. The land was a beautiful one, full of herbs a plenty as well as various species of prey. Already he'd begun to gather seeds that would one day be a garden, being sure to not only collect the healing-oriented types but also a variety of poisonous ones as well. He needed to be useful to Medusa to stay, after all.

Once he'd collected enough, Acacius found himself growing.. bored. Being a loner was stressful at the best of times, but at least it'd never been boring. What did pack wolves do all day? After a few laps of the border he'd found the job monotonous and his focus lacking. So he'd come up with an idea; it was time for something that could really boost his energy and maybe let him get to know a new pack mate.

Tilting his head back, Acacius called for an Insomniac to meet his challenge in a friendly spar. What better was the Dancefloor for if not a dance?