the bones of what you believe // rosebloods invite

[GOLDENBOY.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; text-align: justify;"]➸ The Ascendants. This would be his second trip to the rolling plains, his first on official terms. It was odd traveling back here in open daylight, to be unafraid of being discovered - in fact, he was supposed to be discovered. He was supposed to converse openly with these other animals. The concept of entire other functioning societies was still intriguing to Goldenboy - surely they worked similarly to countries, considering the petty matters they warred over and how "loyalty" was little more than a word for the many that drifted from home to home without complaint from the groups. How were they faring without one of their rulers? Ah, what were they called again? It really didn't matter for now, Goldenboy was sure he would eventually find out through whoever showed up to take his message. He knew her name was Agathe, however, that was about the limit of his knowledge. She had led alongside Titan, and now she was the sole - Astral Seraph! Hah, there it was. Vagabond had picked a few members of his own from the Ascendants, if Goldenboy recalled correctly - it was difficult to properly keep up with what murderface was up to at any given time, least of all the origins of his victims. But that was far from the intent of this visit. Had Titan been to visit at all, or had he heeded Goldenboy's words and stayed to the forests on his own? He supposed he was going to find out.

The border smacked him on the nose far before he could see any visual landmarks that would identify it as such, lifting a tawny paw to cover his nose briefly. Woah, that was a strong smell. Way stronger than the last time he had been here. What was up with that? Sand scraping over the dunes in the wind as he departed the Rosebloods had more irritating to his ears than he would have preferred to admit as well. Sure, he wasn't still fully adapted to his sensitive senses, but this was getting ridiculous. Slowly lowering his paw back to the soil, the caracal's lips curled upward in a smile at the sensation of grass brushing against his legs. He certainly preferred this territory over the Hell the Rosebloods called home. Emerald eyes shining with mirth, the caracal cocked his head to the side and called out his arrival blindly - he couldn't see anyone, but someone was sure to show up. That was how it always worked. "Hello, I'm here with an invite from the Rosebloods." Further information could wait until he actually knew someone was listening.