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Date: April 1st, Back-dated.Setting: South-West borders of Inferni Territory Time: Noon Character Form:Optime |
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+376 // Blargh. This post sucks.
After having met miss Sage, the pretty coyote girl from Inferni, Gotham had gone home, only to be barked at by his mother about leaving the packlands for so long without warning. He'd accepted some extra chores in exchange of avoiding any more lectures, glad to be alone to his thoughts. The days that followed went on in this way, constantly bogging him down with various thoughts and daydreams.
He was glad to spend what time he did with Aro, but still that coyote had him wondering; what was life like outside of Crimson Dreams and inside other packs? What was it like to be a member of say, Inferni or Anathema? Did they have the same customs, the same ideals? He had to know more. He had to find someone, maybe not Sage, but someone, to tell him more.
And so, on a cool spring morning a few days after his previous venture, he headed out again. This time, his trek started in his Optime form, changing over to Secui once outside of the general area, his clothing in a small bag, dangling from his jaws. He made quicker work of getting there this time, having discovered a quicker route than before, and by noon, he'd reached the borders of Inferni yet again.
Gotham stopped and shifted back to Optime, quickly dressing back into his black dress-shirt, leather jacket and denim cargos, only slowing down as he came to wrap his paws (now sore from the walk there) in black wrappings, and to tie his hair back into a ponytail. He gave a heavy sigh, sitting down on one of the various rocks, and looking across at the borders. Those borders, marked clearly, were roughly a yard away; not too far, but far enough that he posed to instant threat.
He was unsure of what to do next; before, Sage had found him day dreaming a little further East of here. Now, he was left to wonder if he should howl or if he should just sit and wait... a few minutes, and surely someone would spot him, right? With a frown, he sat back some and grabbed up his pocket knife and a stick, deciding to carve himself a dragonfly figurine as he waited.
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