red ripped sun

Bancha didn't enjoy labeling himself as oblivious. He, actually, was very much aware of what was going on. At least, on the surface of it all. How the sun beat a heavy red, casting shadows of murky reds and pinks across the whole sky. Whenever he looked up, his teal gaze meeting that of something only his dreams could procure, he wondered how it was happening. Storms rolled in and clouds could mask the sky greys and dark blues. When the sun set, the sky could turn purples and oranges and even sometimes the same reds and pinks he looked at now. Could it be what he saw in the sky wasn't truly the sun? Possibly something else?

The wolf's thoughts trail along like that as he wanders down south into the lands of Auster. After some digging around at the spires in Boreas, Bancha parted ways with his new friend, Beat, to go explore more of what others were whispering about. Something between the shore and Fossil Ridge had appeared, also seemingly out of nowhere. It didn't take him quite so long, but he was still rather tired by the time he appeared. Teal gaze sweeping over the carved and winding channels that scored the very earth he walked upon. When he's about to bring his nose down to the dirt for a good sniff, noting how strangely appetizing it smells, the sight of someone else catches his attention.

Instinctually, his tail goes wagging and a smile forms on his dark chocolate lips. "Hi, I'm Bancha!" His ever cheerful voice breaks through the ominous tension that sits heavy in the windless atmosphere. "Find anything interesting?" Bancha looks the male over once, taking a few steps toward him so he wouldn't need to yell, before he starts looking around again at the peculiar channels of dirt.

BANCHA