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sorry about the wait. figured it made sense for them to get acquainted quick in Inferni first before proceeding to the city~ backdated slightly if that's okay?
sorry about the wait. figured it made sense for them to get acquainted quick in Inferni first before proceeding to the city~ backdated slightly if that's okay?
@&#&$A smudge of gold appeared at the entrance to a cave, and Anselm paused for only a moment as he tested the air with his nose. Without further hesitation, he was off. The half-shifted hybrid moved diligently toward the border, his forward gaze and steady gait suggesting he moved with purpose. Even still his ears twitched visibly from time to time--the faint crackle of dry grass, the distant call of a bird... none of these things escaped the alert male's attention as he moved.
@&#&$A sharp breeze cut through the territory and he frowned, glancing quickly over his shoulder before stepping up the pace from a pointed trot to a full-fledged lope. As he approached the border, any grogginess had left him. It was uncharacteristic for him to be up so early and on the move, but Anselm's sleep schedule was sporadic and irregular at best. Dawn had broken across the sky, the red light that shot through the atmosphere accentuated the crimson tint of his fur, giving him a ghastly hell-fire glow.
@&#&$The warmth was presently appreciated--he knew before too long, the skies would turn grey and blanket the earth in white. Though he'd always enjoyed the additional challenge of bowling along through the snow, he understood the less desirable repercussions: increased travel time, the toll it took on the less adequately prepared.... (This was usually reserved for the very old and very young, though this year Alacrity's beautiful yet paper thin coat concerned him the most.) It was time to stock up on supplies.
@&#&$A sharp breeze cut through the territory and he frowned, glancing quickly over his shoulder before stepping up the pace from a pointed trot to a full-fledged lope. As he approached the border, any grogginess had left him. It was uncharacteristic for him to be up so early and on the move, but Anselm's sleep schedule was sporadic and irregular at best. Dawn had broken across the sky, the red light that shot through the atmosphere accentuated the crimson tint of his fur, giving him a ghastly hell-fire glow.
@&#&$The warmth was presently appreciated--he knew before too long, the skies would turn grey and blanket the earth in white. Though he'd always enjoyed the additional challenge of bowling along through the snow, he understood the less desirable repercussions: increased travel time, the toll it took on the less adequately prepared.... (This was usually reserved for the very old and very young, though this year Alacrity's beautiful yet paper thin coat concerned him the most.) It was time to stock up on supplies.