OPEN Superstar ; horde

[HUGO]

Hugo dared to say he had not been sufficiently scared to visit the Descendants despite their recent conflict with his own group, and if he hadn't been frightened of them then he was even less frightened of the Congregants of Genesis. He knew very little about them at all, in truth; they lived in the snow...? Maybe...? Living in snowlands seemed, well, not optimal, but who was Hugo to judge?

Actually, don't answer that. Hugo was a judgemental bitch.

The little mechanism at the border was intriguing. Hugo's sharp eyes had caught the thin wire fairly quickly, though he'd been close enough to have to come to a rather abrupt stop to avoid triggering whatever trap was laid out. He stared at it for a while. A long while, in fact. What did this do, then? Was a huge rock going to fall out of the trees and crush him if he triggered it? Would the ground open up beneath him? Would there be spikes at the bottom and he'd be impaled? No, he was being dramatic, that seemed more like an Emerald Isles tactic than a Congregants one.

He reached out a tentative paw, extending a claw to pull the wire back, and then let go. He watched the vibrations travel through, followed by the rather loud sound of metal objects clanging in the trees. It wasn't an unpleasant sound; there was a tune, if he listened. His ears twitched, a gleeful little smile curling at the corners of his maw, and he pulled the string again. And then again. And then again. Shimmying along to the tune all the while.