06-02-2024, 07:20 PM
The first stop on his trip was not a pleasant one. Montgomery had visited the Descendants of the Departed before to exchange pleasantries, but more importantly to beg for any scraps they could give. The Congregants of Genesis did not have much to trade either, so they took what they could. Luckily, the former leader of the Descendants of the Departed had been more than kind... somewhat. Valerius had ended up giving the canine food for his congregants, but not without a snark reply that hinted towards using the meat to fatten congregants for future consumption.
Last time, he had ridden on the back of a dragon congregant to get to the island. Upon arriving to the edge of the neutral lands though, it appeared some changes had occurred though. He had planned to take a boat, but a set of obsidian stones now laid in front of him. The archon's gaze narrowed and stared out at the horizon, seeing the volcanic island in the distance. To him, it looked like these rocks went all the way there. There was only one way to find out.
His leg sauntered forward to step on the first. The surface was hot, but the cold ocean waves splashing against it cooled it quite a bit. Upon finding it suitable, the canine continued forward to the next... and then the next... and the next until he arrived on the black sand beach.
By the end of his travels, he was panting and his paws were hurting. His pawpads were on fire and were starting to grow calloused from the long, treacherous walk. Montgomery ranted under his breath as he settled, eventually letting out a sigh when he sat down. The canine could not walk any further. It was too much. He would wait for an audience instead, praying to Neandryne that someone would come quick with answers. In the meantime, he watched as crabs scuttled around the beach, noting their similarity to the congregant's own.
Last time, he had ridden on the back of a dragon congregant to get to the island. Upon arriving to the edge of the neutral lands though, it appeared some changes had occurred though. He had planned to take a boat, but a set of obsidian stones now laid in front of him. The archon's gaze narrowed and stared out at the horizon, seeing the volcanic island in the distance. To him, it looked like these rocks went all the way there. There was only one way to find out.
His leg sauntered forward to step on the first. The surface was hot, but the cold ocean waves splashing against it cooled it quite a bit. Upon finding it suitable, the canine continued forward to the next... and then the next... and the next until he arrived on the black sand beach.
By the end of his travels, he was panting and his paws were hurting. His pawpads were on fire and were starting to grow calloused from the long, treacherous walk. Montgomery ranted under his breath as he settled, eventually letting out a sigh when he sat down. The canine could not walk any further. It was too much. He would wait for an audience instead, praying to Neandryne that someone would come quick with answers. In the meantime, he watched as crabs scuttled around the beach, noting their similarity to the congregant's own.
MONTGOMERY S. - ARCHON OF COG
"what have YOU done?"
✽ montgomery scarborough✽ archon (leader)
✽ congregants of genesis
✽ male, he/him
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