11-08-2024, 08:34 PM
At the first sign of clanging metal, the leader's ears perked up and he rose to his feet. A visitor? A stranger? An enemy? Something was afoot. The Congregants of Genesis have not received a visitor in the longest time, so hearing the windchimes go off peaked his interest. What intrigued him more was when they went off again... and again... and again. Prey often triggered the windchimes, but never in quick succession. This sounded purposeful. Someone wanted their attention immediately.
Montgomery's neck fur stood on end as he left his residence. His anxiety was already on edge due to the upcoming Descendants of the Departed visit, prompting him to think Hugo's lack of control was a trap. Despite that, he tried to rush over. If a cannibal was waiting to be attended to, their patience could only be stretched so thin.
His pace slowed as the sound grew louder. The source was mere meters away, hidden behind the trees and bushes beginning to dwindle in the cold. With care, the archon peered around the trunk of a wide tree and watched as a claw plucked at the string once more. His gaze shot up to Hugo's face. They were smiling? Swaying with the music? Montgomery's brows furrowed curiously. He found the windchimes to be pleasant too, but it was clear that they were for their protection, not for entertainment. If he wasn't out of breath and on the edge of an anxiety attack, perhaps he would laugh.
He pulled away from the tree. Clearing his throat, the leader craned his head to the side curiously. "Having fun?" he questioned.
Montgomery's neck fur stood on end as he left his residence. His anxiety was already on edge due to the upcoming Descendants of the Departed visit, prompting him to think Hugo's lack of control was a trap. Despite that, he tried to rush over. If a cannibal was waiting to be attended to, their patience could only be stretched so thin.
His pace slowed as the sound grew louder. The source was mere meters away, hidden behind the trees and bushes beginning to dwindle in the cold. With care, the archon peered around the trunk of a wide tree and watched as a claw plucked at the string once more. His gaze shot up to Hugo's face. They were smiling? Swaying with the music? Montgomery's brows furrowed curiously. He found the windchimes to be pleasant too, but it was clear that they were for their protection, not for entertainment. If he wasn't out of breath and on the edge of an anxiety attack, perhaps he would laugh.
He pulled away from the tree. Clearing his throat, the leader craned his head to the side curiously. "Having fun?" he questioned.
MONTGOMERY S. - ARCHON OF COG
"what have YOU done?"
✽ montgomery scarborough✽ archon (leader)
✽ congregants of genesis
✽ male, he/him
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